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.
Back in the day, pioneers like Copernicus and Galileo faced opposition for their stand on science from both men of religion, who were worried it was disagreeing with their God and men of science, who were more loyal to their predecessors and had a difficult time adjusting to their worldview being toppled over. These people denied science because their trust was placed elsewhere. Today’s scientists face a different kind of deniers, those whose trust lies only in distrusting science itself.
Camp Frost – The Plains
Years and years the war had dragged on. No one knew when or why it had started. What for or for whom they’ve fought for, and are still fighting for? Nobody knew, nobody cared. Generations of men had been born into war since then and that was all they knew till they met their end. Killing as much of the opposite camp as they can was their purpose and no one seemed to have a problem with that anymore. (more…)
“T’was these two, Your Grace.”
“My Queen, I swear it. He started acting nuts, he was howling and came at Frank here,” the man said pointing at the frail boy brought with him. “Pinned him on the floor and tried to scratch his eyeballs out. I had to do it.”
Pamela considered him for a moment, could what he’s said be the truth of it, she turned to her Elder Horton, who has all the answers, for help. He only nodded his head ever so slightly, letting her know he was as clueless as her here. (more…)
“We are ready for you, Arnim.”
Much like the universe, my journey with TV too began with the big bang (theory).
Sherlock Holmes II (1908), part of a Danish silent series, is regarded to be the very first full-length ‘sequel’ movie ever in the history of cinema. Given most silent films of the era are considered to be ‘lost’, it is quite difficult to know with absolute certainty, but there seems to be at most one or two ‘sequels’ each year since then. ‘The Fall of a nation’ in 1916 is often touted to be the first Hollywood sequel. They wouldn’t really catch on until the 1970s and 80s when movies like Superman and Godzilla proved to be very profitable for franchising. Today one can barely find a movie that is not a sequel, remake, reboot or spin-off of something else.
Stay with me till the end, it gets interesting.
The road not taken was my first real ‘adult’ experience with poetry. Until then I’ve seen poems as for overzealous people who cherished every brook, fallen leave and moss-covered stone or for the overly in love, singing in praise of their lady. The road not taken was a personal narrative, it told a story from a very critical moment in the poet’s life and knowing that his entire life as a career stemmed from that one risky bargain reinstated the notion of a sentient universe. That somehow things don’t just happen and it’s all part of a grand plan. It is still ’cause and effect’ but the causes always seem rather forced, the events rather too coincidental. It is because of Robert Frost that I tend to take a bit too long to decide every time I’m at crossroads and so far its paid out well.