Scarlett: The World We Own (Ch. 5)

The Dead Masters - Scarlett: The World We Own

You might find life in the Society as normal, but outside the thick, metal walls were not even a life form. Maybe one can find another place like the Society, but that would be far, far away, and nobody was sure that one can slip through the frozen plains, the rampaging hailstorm and the chilling wind, before one reach another surviving place. Forget reaching there; surviving was deemed impossible.

This world had come to its end.

Demon: Others' Sins (Ch. 4)

The Dead Masters - Demon: Others' Sins

“You still blame me for that?”

The merciless cold of that winter night was chilling to the bone, even to the pedestrian with layers of clothes on. However, on the rooftop of the Fieldwork building, a skyscraper of three hundred floors, the black-winged man stood, his upper body bare. The snow was falling, almost like a blizzard, but not even one drop of snowflake could touch his pale white skin.

“It’s not about who is at fault. Everything had happened, and I will follow your ‘game’, for that is the only solution. But don’t get so high and mighty; the stronger between us is yet to be decided.” 

Being Thankful

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Being Thankful


"When was the last time I stop to see the leaves falling gently to the soft ground?" I asked myself.

Suddenly walking alone among the trees and the rays of setting sun felt soothing. As the wind carefully caressed my cheeks and the birds continues to sing the tune of joy, I sighed and continued my journey. Never before had nature erased my suffering, for I had never let her do so. Now the smell of the grass healed my wounded heart like nothing I could ever imagine. For that, I was thankful.

Durge: After Death (Ch.3)

The Dead Masters - Durge: After Death

He was home.   

       

Durge groped the darkness surrounding him, only to find little sunlight passing through the thin curtain of his room. His head aches as he tried to lift himself up from his slumber. Little did he remember about his nightmare, one of the worst nightmare that left his limbs tremble in fear for a moment. He truly hoped that it was a dream, a nightmare that he didn’t need to remember anymore. Sadly, it wasn’t.

Julius: Her (Ch.2)

The Dead Masters - Julius: Her

Julius Arc leaned the golden-framed window, putting both his hand on his pocket as he watched the moon and the stars moving slowly but steadily. He did this everyday, for only the beauty of the stars and the moon could pique his curiosity. If he looked away, the grand bedroom as spacious as one performance hall was what awaits him. Everything was shiny, everything was gold. It’s not that he hated it.

Durge: Victims (Ch. 1)

The Dead Masters - Durge: Victims

Truth was something Durge Eltiorra would never understand. As far as he could remember, he was always told to be a good student, a good friend, a good son. Thus, he always became one. However, the more he forced against his nature in order to fulfil these ‘duties’, the more he longed for the truth. He held himself from his true nature for eighteen years, and there was no truth left in him, and if there was, he could never find it.

Project: The Dead Masters

"Contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic." - Lewis Carroll

Logic is often present as a basis used by many for decision-making. More often than not, people requires clear advantage in order for them to believe in something. This logic is usually a form of information gathering and evaluation to come up with the best solution available. However, it was not 100% logic that all people in the world use to make decision; there is the abstract existence of feeling.

Why is logic described here? It is to make sure that you have logic in mind, to determine whether to continue reading or not. This is because you need to know logic to know what is logical and what is not: The Dead Masters surely consist of illogical decisions and vague interpretations. This project has been going on for quite a long while, and the whole concept is pretty much materialized. It is just a matter of time before everything flows into the main plot.

The Dead Masters has a vague target of audience: the indescribable demonic power makes it unsuitable for adults looking for serious readings, but its baseless logic makes it incomprehensible for many teenagers. Perhaps most people will come across it and find it simply weird. Much of it is simply illogical, but no one is to deny that the end of the world can be pictured in the project.

By logic, the direct conclusion is not to read. However, isn't there something else in you that allures you to continue exploring just how insanity can be pictured in a literary piece? Maybe another perspective can bring you closer not to what you really want, but what you really need.

"Go to sleep." - Mom

What Used to be Worthy

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - What Used to be Worthy

He regained his senses. 

Shortly after, his little heart wished he hadn't. What was before him was the whole town in chaos, as if they were creating the end of their own world. The people are either panicking or dead. Flames painted in blue scoured the land and devoured the building like a beautiful little flame that eats away the candle with nobody noticing. Roads? No more. Mostly cracks of fissures, with a little spice of cars split into half or blown into pieces. Then he asked: who did this?

Wrong question.

But He Knows My Name

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - But He Knows My Name

Like what a normal person would do, I opened the door when someone rang the bell, not even trying to assume who the person behind the door was. My mind was full of the resume I was about to submit, and I was continuously thinking about how to appeal to be an amateur editor. It was stressful for me not to get a job six month after graduation, and that was exactly why I was so focused to grab this chance. I was still holding my presentation script and reciting some parts that I would like to remember when the door was opened – I did not even look at the person standing in front of me. Everything in my mind was taken away when he, with his subtle, unforgettable voice, called my name.

The next moment, he was the only one in my world.

Senses-/-Sight

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Senses-/-Sight

"She, is there, right?"

It was just another afternoon in my busy high school life when I asked one of my friend such a ridiculous question. I was standing in front of a staircase leading to the staff room, not really alone but still; lonely. The friend that I just asked my question to, a friend that I could not remember the name, gave me a surprised look, but then regained composure and simply nod.

"Thank you," and he left.

It had been only three days; I wouldn't expect everyone to adapt to it that quickly, but a faster pace would be nice. I was no idiot, although I want to be, but to strangers I might seems a little out of my mind. That's why I mustn't lose sight of my friends, so that I could ask that stupid question again and again.

That, and I don't want to lose again.

To Be Seen

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - To Be Seen

He tapped the microphone twice, testing if it worked properly. A jumbled sounds of various instrument rammed his ears, stopping only after those ramblings sounded like music. He took a deep breath, preparing himself physically and mentally, before he hummed the tune which made the world go wild.

The next morning he immediately jumped from his bed, after such tiring night, and rushed to the television. Inside that little glowing, box, in every news of every channel, he showed up. He was relieved.

He then muted the television and shifted his attention to the small radio. He turned it on, adjusting the antenna so that the sound became crystal clear, until the wonderful tune he had composed sent him into his memories of the past.

Her Enmity

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Her Enmity

It was often said that humans are selfish creature.

Not only had we began conflict between each other to satisfy our greed, we also had deprived the beautiful mother earth of its bountiful wealth. We had cut many trees, burnt a thousand forest and will burn a thousand more, never even considering about the feelings of existence coexisting with us in this world. Those who were aware of such cruelty of their own kind would then wonder how did the other resident of the earth think of us humans. I was such a person.

Memories

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Memories

He came again.  With a different name.

Whatever society I blended into, somehow he was always there, without fail as if destiny had been pulling a cruel prank on me all this time. Much like a joke, he was always near even when I had flown thousands of miles away, trying to run away from reality without prevailing. An existence I could not deny, he was.

"Hi, my name is.."

Dave. Please say it's Dave.

Two Heartbreaks

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Two Heartbreaks

He was not joking.

Celine was sure that there were no speck of lies in the words of the "demon". She was always good at reading people and recognizing which was truth, cry or lie. She could count on her ability anytime: under the greatest of stress, the smokiest of dizziness, anytime. She was not wrong that time, either.

The "demon" said : There can only be one survivor. Or none.

Project: Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake

"You don't always have to start with a quote." - anonymous

If you happen to recognize the title project and feel like you have read it somewhere, then you might have stumbled upon my Figment account. As of now it consist of seven chapters which are totally unrelated to each other, yet. It was supposed to be quite a big project in my life and I am now trying to posts all the chapters in this blog, and possibly continue the project in this blog instead.

For those who have no idea what's happening, or found the title extremely awkward, fret not: I feel the same. The project title was made of nonsense, but if we are to think hard enough we can actually make sense out of it. So if you have free time (well I guess if you don't, you won't be reading this in the first place), please continue reading the analysis.

A carnival is often what people are looking forward to. In it there was excitement, interaction, fun and games, good food and drinks, and it usually ended with a grand finale by which all eyes will be fixed on the short-lived, energetic paintings on the sky, for example. In a carnival there is supposed to be nobody sitting in the corner blaming himself for all he has done; every single person are to forget their problems for a moment. It is meant for fun.

Big fishes find it harder to go against the current. While humans are more interested in fishing a bigger fish, in the river they don't have much to survive against fishermen; only moving predictably forward doesn't help at all. However, in the lake there is no current: every fish has a freedom to choose where to swim to. Their freedom are so beautiful to behold that many found it astounding just to look at them swimming in harmony. Freedom is appreciated.

So in this project, I want all of you to have fun reading, while giving you the freedom of thinking about "why" and "how" regarding parts of the story that is left untold. All in all, this project may be unclear at first, but in the end everything will be connected, one way or another, illogically or barely logically. I hope all readers find these chapters as exciting and worth your free time.

"I really don't have a quote." - Kygrykhon

Blood Runs Through Veins

"Blood runs through veins." - A Biology Textbook

If you happen to find the word "Kygrykhon" familiar, then there is a really small, although exists, chance of you having read my previous blog, thetruekygrykhon.blogspot.com. Only three posts there, nothing much to say. However, if you then asked me about why moving to a new blog, I need to explain a bit of things.

Accept it: in real life, hearts move. We live in an era where not undergoing change is an act of changing the norm itself. Changes are expected, chased upon, highly appreciated, although not all of the changes contributes to the betterment of our society. Even when we knew some changes are malignant, it is just the flux of changes that determines life, at least for now. Static are seen to be an enemy. So when I had a change of heart, no one has the right to oppose me: I'm just following the crowd.

So after two years of neglecting my previous blog, I decided to change. It is no longer the outside truth that will be expressed, but something even deeper, to the essence of life, the blood of Kygrykhon. The deepest of hearts might not be revealed on the first chapter of a good novel, but we keep reading it because we believe that at one point in the story, everything will become clear, all nook and cranny. As more posts is contained in this blog, maybe one day we can touch on the heart, the core of the truth, but first we need to take a step deeper - to the veins where blood flows.

If you have read my previous blog, you will notice straight away that all of the above are just beautiful (read:nonsense). Nobody will realize the Kygrykhon had simply made a mistake of not storing a required phrase into his memory, and thus he was stripped off his access to the true Kygrykhon.

Well, survive another nonsense and I'll give you even more than you wanted. For now, I'll end up with a quote.

"My homework and this blog is far more interesting than a piece of pizza." - No One Ever