Mandatory Exposition I
In 1972, Mankind launched the Pioneer 10 space probe into outer space with a message, should any intelligent extraterrestrials come into contact with it. Pioneer 11 followed the next year. More sophisticated records with audio and visual data were sent later in 1977 aboard the Voyager probes. We had already been broadcasting radio signals into the abyss starting from 1962 with a Morse code message to Venus and countless more sophisticated messages into deep space towards probable planetary systems. The signals range from rudimentary ‘Hello’s to intricate data about our DNA and location, a craigslist listing for apartments, a deep space communication FAQ list, sounds of vaginal contractions and a Doritos advert.
It was another week and a half before the Flames finally came. The Frosts didn’t push forward as the iron-makers took their sweet time with the daggers. Only nearly half the camp were armed with them even now.
Renner was feeling himself, for the first time in forever. It was ironic that he was his most unlikely version at the time. (more…)
Mud River – Mating Day
“The tall one. No, the other one. Yes, you,” the blonde woman chose. She was the chosen best this time and got to pick first. The tall man grinned, ran forward, picked up the woman and carried her into her tent.
Mating day was upon them again. Something Ren didn’t really care for; almost dreaded. It was never easy to tell no to the women; and the look on their faces! Ren had done it anyway, time after time. He wasn’t very into the idea of the day. (more…)
So I just
saw experienced Sarkar and I have some thoughts. Not a review, the thoughts aren’t about just this movie rather the state of the average Indian cinemagoer as a whole.
The man flinched, nearly dropping his book. How could I have startled him? I’ve been here a long time. “I’m sorry, I thought you knew I was here. I see you every day” – I tried to apologise.
Mud River – Camp Frost
“Bad dreams again?” Saint asked, standing over Ren.
“Whaa?” he replied sleepily.
The three – Renner, Saint and John – were given the watch again. They were taking turns sleeping, while the other two kept watch. Renner’s turn was just cut short abruptly.
“You were screaming, one of the wolf ones again?” Saint asked in a concerned voice. (more…)
His bony hands ached from the day’s work. It was finally time to harvest. This meant he got to get away from the other farmers he had to suffer with for some time at least.
Cricket Flame, one-and-nine years old was lean, tall and skinny. His peers pushed most of their work upon him, very much more than his nimble bones were capable of handling. He was the weakest one of their farming group, but got more work done than the rest of ’em.
He wasn’t planning on being there for long and so, put up with everything. He had ideas, ones that’s made listeners laugh in his face more than once. This one though, he wasn’t going to waste on deaf ears. He was going straight to the top. (more…)
Don’t tell people, “You’re not fat, you’re beautiful.” Fat isn’t the opposite of beautiful, it’s the opposite of healthy. Fat here means large deposits of fatty tissue over and between muscles and along the walls of blood vessels, you know? the thing it was supposed to mean. Not people who wish their waistline was just an inch smaller.
So cold. The Queen’s teeth wouldn’t stop chattering, the rest of her was shivering. She had been taken ill just two days before the battle. She had insisted; fought to be let to lead the battle. If not to lead, at least to fight.
“With all due respect, Horton, I don’t need to be allowed to go. I am the Queen. I don’t need your permission,” she had said, standing her ground, weakly.
“Alright, let me appeal to the Queen then. Are you sure you want to go parade around your soldiers in this condition? For heaven’s sake, you are slowly getting closer to the floor as we speak!” the Elder argued. (more…)
Battle at Bennet’s
It took another four days for the camps to be ready for the battle. The sky was clear, the day – hot, and the suns – scorching. Some of the soldiers had already gotten tired and sweaty in their heavy armor.
The Frosts had the better iron-makers and thus, the better armor. Their armor had breastplates, arm plates – that left a gap near the elbow for free movement – and shoulder pads on the chainmail in addition to the barbuta, gorget for the neck and iron pads that covered the gaps. The armor was made in a convenient way to leave a visible gap in the middle – above their chest – which resembled the shapes of their respective sigils. The Frosts had a cross with icicles popping out from its outline. (more…)
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To the house that was never built,
Had my eyes set fifty years to the morrow –
How the sun would dance on the front porch,
To the crooked treehouse in the backyard.
Cut the strongest of wood,
Called the bravest of men.
Seventeen weeks of drawing up plans,
set on canvas, set foot on the ground.
But I did not know the ground would shake.
How could I know the ground would shake?
Renner was running. He did that very well. The others sometimes called him runner, because of his ability and the resemblance to his original name. He was panting, out of breath. He looked back to see who he was running from. Behind him, he saw a battle going on. He’s escaped, he thought gleefully. I’ve escaped from the war! He ran as fast he could; as far as his legs could carry him. He reached the end of land, he must be far west. He looked around and the bloody battle was still visible. The land was surrounded by sea. (more…)
Camp Flame – The Queen’s Tent
It had been a long exhausting day. The Frosts were still at least six days away and all her soldiers had suddenly gone good. There wasn’t even a single little squabble that would have needed her attention or judgment.
They were a day’s walk from the nearest town. Until then, she had to keep to her tent. It was especially hard in the nights. It was an especially cold day today. Sleep didn’t come that easily on a frozen makeshift bed. She sent for Janet Flame, her bed-warmer and a friend from a very young age. She was married once, and her husband died shortly after in battle. It was custom to send the wives of the men killed in battle to the Frosts, but Pam wouldn’t let anyone take her away and fought until she had finally won. (more…)
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A Rude Interruption
Scaled the skies, a grey cloud.
Split my path, a solemn rock.
Welled from within, one thousand drops.
Fell to your skin, home at last.