Friday, October 15, 2004

Sticks and Stones

From the east gate, stood a sea of men ready to spill blood over there land. From the west gate, a multitude of army waits patiently and upon command will destroy anyone who gets in their way. “Here me, East and West! I am your deliverer! The time is at hand to join me in my conquest. Now is the time to take what is rightfully ours! Join me!” shouted by a man holding a double bladed bolo. Beside him is a massive beast, dutifully licking its scales. “I will bring you victory!” A thunderous reply came from both ends. It was an angry answer. They stumped their swords over their shields declaring war.

Both great houses were ready. “Assemble!” echoed through the lands. Footmen positioned themselves in front of the line. Mighty knights are gathered at the back. Archers are at the middle. “Forward!” The colossal movement stirred up a dust storm. The earth rumbled as the army marched towards the center of the plane. “Halt! Archers! Lit! Aim …”

“I call upon the guardians of my father’s grave! Heed my call! I summon thee to protect his heir!” Dark clouds accumulated around the man. A multi branched lightning struck down at his left side. Albert, The Fallen One appeared. Beyond the dark clouds, a chariot riding in flames, strode down at his right side. Irkvan, Guardian of the Grave, bowed down and greeted him. “My people have been infected. Cleanse them!” Both obliged and bowed down. He disappeared with his scaly companion.

The Fallen One positioned himself in the east side and the Guardian of the Grave in the west side. “Fire!” Hundred thousands of burning arrows cut through the dust filled air, lighting the dwindling sunset sky. The trajectory is at the center of the playing field. The fallen angel raised his majestic sword and pointed in the sky. Again, multi-branched lightning came down from above and created a dome shaped barrier around the two warriors. One by one, the burning arrows dropped everywhere bouncing off when it touched the lightning barrier. The last arrow stopped 5 hours after it was released. The Guardian of the Grave, anticipating the knights’ attack, scooped up the sand, recited an ancient language, and threw the sand away. At the back of both cavalries, the knights’ are gearing up for their attack. When suddenly, they froze including their horses. A cool wind blew in their direction and piece by piece, the people’s greatest weapon turned into ashes.

The archers are gearing up for the second wave of attack. Before the lieutenants were able to say ‘fire’, Albert moved 2 steps from where he stood and returned his sword from its case.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Horseman from the Milky Way

Twelve passengers are seated in a Batangas bound jeepney. Everyone is minding their own business. Except for the driver, who kept looking at his rear mirror. He’s murmuring something. The drive was a smooth one. Minimal traffic, cool November air splashing in their faces, and the landscape is a sight for a soared-eye. Still, the driver is uneasy. Kept murmuring something. Almost in a trance like pattern. One passenger noticed this and told it to her friend. “Look at the driver; he kept looking at all of us! Isn’t it creepy? Look, he’s smiling! I think he’s saying something?” “Don’t mind him”, her friend replied. Half on their destination, the blue sky turned gray. Dark clouds started to form and accumulated around the jeepney. The driver immediately made a full stop. This stirred up a big commotion inside the vehicle. The driver, still smiling and murmuring gibberish, went out and positioned himself in front of the jeepney. He raised both of his hands towards the dark clouds, and shouted “This is my offering! Take this bounty which I harvested from my fields! I am Irkvan, Guardian of the Grave, Warrior of Might! Accept my offering!” One by one, the passengers turned into dry pulp. All was left were their ashes.

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Monday, October 11, 2004

Feast of the Fallen One

The sun has just risen from its long slumber. The soothing breeze from the ocean calms the senses. The sands are soft. Corals are scattered everywhere. Everything looks so perfect. It seems that God has stayed here last night. But he did not. Beyond the lush palm trees, the fine white sand is soaked in blood. Several large bon fires are located in the center of a native town in a very secluded island in the Caribbean. Mutilated and rotting bodies are stacked over the fire, as if a feast is about to start. Man, woman, child, and even domesticated animals were not spared from this monstrous and grotesque undertaking. “Please spare me! I beg of you! Have mercy! You already butchered my family and wiped-out my town. Spare this pathetic body! Please...” cried the woman clinging in the arms of an Angel as they slowly descend from the sky. “Don’t be afraid, my love. It’s Albert! Don’t you remember? It’s me!” The woman, still very disoriented, looked at the face of her captor. For a moment, she recognized the large slash from his face starting from his right eye running through his left cheek. But she was immediately pulled back to what just happened last night. At the stroke of midnight, the ground trembled. Everyone went outside. They gathered in the center of their little village. Then it stopped. The women are praying loudly. Then, the earth shook violently again. This time, the earth opened its gate. Like a king, an angel showed up from the opening and hovered above the molten rocks. He raised his massive and majestic sword and uttered the last words the villagers will here. “This is for you, my love!” Before the rooster finished its early vocalization, the fifty individuals living peacefully are all dead. Except for one. “In time, you will remember. But for now, calm down and let’s enjoy this feast I prepared only for you.”

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Friday, October 08, 2004

Rainbow Colored Lake

“Don’t go near the lake!” shouted the little girl’s mother. “I wanna see the fish! I’ll just take a peak!” Her mother continued gathering berries and shrubs for tonight’s diner. The sky is clear. No clouds in site. The sun is shinning its last glorious rays over the lake. This attracted the little girl’s attention more. Evading large rocks, the child wondered closer to the lake, plucking wild flowers as she descends towards the placid reservoir. Reaching the boundaries, she noticed something moving on the sand. Looks like a large salmon but it can’t be it because the shape is oddly similar to something else. She rushed towards the thing but it jumped immediately in the water. To cover for her disappointment, she went into the water. It was cold. Refreshing. It made tingling effects over her fragile body. The child played for awhile, kicking, throwing stones. Then, she heard a large splash. She looked everywhere but the only wave coming from the water was from where she stands. The child ignored it and continued playing. She noticed a small and steady wave approaching her. “The fish!” The soft wave stopped a feet away from her. “Come here little fishy! Don’t be scared. Come on. Show yourself. I promise I wont hurt you.” Instantly, a man with a double bladed bolo smacked her head until it reached her midsection. With his massive hands, ripped the body into two. He surveyed the surroundings and saw an old woman in the bushes. He took the carcasses and descended into the water like he was standing in the elevator. “Honey, its time to go! Your father will be home soon!” She received silence. The lake was calm.

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Thursday, October 07, 2004

Head Band Dreams

There have been several instances that this dream occurred. I will be awakened by a heavy jolt of force upon my chest. My pillow will be soaked with sweat. My sheets are covered by mud. The room is messed up. Disturbingly, my hands are covered with blood. And I can’t remember what I have dreamt. I always consulted this to my shrink but again and again, he can’t find anything wrong with me and the way I dream. My last option was to consult to an Indian shaman recommend by a friend. He looked really old, prehistoric like, but moves like a viral man. I told my piece. He listened carefully and attentively. Thought for awhile then went to his room. “Use this,” he told me. “I can’t think of anything else that will help you.” He gave me a small video camera attached to a head band. “When you are about to fall asleep, attach this to your head. It will record everything you do when you’re asleep, in a first person view. When you wake up, download the recording in your laptop. There, you will find answers.”

At half past midnight, I followed the old geezer’s advice, and dozed off to sleep. Again, I was awakened by the familiar force, everything was a mess, and my hands are still covered with blood. I immediately remembered the head band. Opened my laptop and downloaded the file from the video camera. My hands are trembling and volumes of sweat are accumulating in my forehead. I played the file. My jaws almost dropped, my heart stopped beating, and all my red buddies are rushing towards my brain. My eyes got fixated in the small screen. How can I have done this?

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Wednesday, October 06, 2004


A savage beast vigorously slaughtered everyone in the town. No one was spared except for one man. Holding a blood soaked bolo, with small pieces of human flesh still dangling from the double bladed weapon, raises his right hand, and calls the attention of the possessed animal. Luring the beast with the mutilated head of the town’s mayor, slowly, walked backwards towards the town hall. Piles of lifeless body are evenly scattered around the spacious town hall. Pieces of body parts are lying in every square inch of the structure. Continuous streams of thick dark human blood are running across his feet. The beast, knowing what he’s up to, walked slowly towards him, licking its thick skin, swallowing little morsels of flesh hanging from its scales. At the center of the vicinity, he placed the rotten head, turned his back and walked five paces away from it. The beast, like a strong bolt of lighting, grabbed the maggot-full head, cracked the skull and drunk the greenish liquid oozing from the mayor’s head. He then swallowed it whole. A bass toned laugh echoed through the hall. “Come here my pet! Look at what we have accomplished!” The beast, wagging its tail, approached him and sat beside him. “They fed us bones, we’ll eat their bones!” A thunderous laugh again echoed.


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