October 03, 2013

Exiliens - 5

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“Stop this entire disaster!” I shout out loud, “I can’t stand this. What’s all of these confusing things? They’re blowing my mind off!”

Lyra puts his hands to my mouth with a long shushing sound. Whatever she’s doing, I’m now staying silent as I could.

“I know something who’ll explain everything for you. But please, enough being annoying. Just listen and understand.”

She stands up and leaves Muneris, leaving me behind too. I immediately catch her up so I don’t get left behind. I don’t know this place and the only person I’m willing to put my faith beside Herman is her.

She reaches my hand as I’m going closer and pulls me hard when our hands met. We’re running so fast. I looked how everyone sees us but they didn’t pay any attention. They stood still and weren’t moving any inches. We’re running in time.

We stopped in front of the same skyscraper like before. There’s a big sign at the top written ‘EXILIENS’ with bright red colors. Exiliens looks so dirty. It’s like rusty and scrapes everywhere. As we enter Exiliens, it’s not like the previous skyscraper. We’re not meeting a room filled with buttons and a tube, we’re like entering a whole different dimension. I’m literally in hell. I see red flames everywhere, lava and fire bursting out of nowhere. I think I might catch sun radiation here.

I wanted to ask Lyra where am I but before I could, she snaps her finger and all the fire disappear. The fire burst turns into fountain, red flames were just monitors and flowing lavas were just some line of food trays.

“That was just imagination of mine, I like surprising people all the time,” Lyra said as we walk towards the monitors, “You do know us reality wrappers could present our thoughts through someone’s mind right?”

No, I don’t! I goggled my eyes out, so my power wasn’t only going back and forth to time? Please tell me more about what I don’t know.

Lyra pressed a monitor and a hole comes out of the metallic ground. Then an electric sound comes out from the monitor: Miles or Vitium code, please. “Lyra level 05. And a new guy to be registered. Code Black-99.” Code accepted. Permitted to come aboard.

Lyra throws me into the hole with some sincere laugh, I tried to shout but the bright green laser distracts it. It scanned my whole body. My eyes, my hair, my feet. I felt like naked.

I fall to a trampoline and jump myself to a black room. I can’t feel my heartbeat or even my steps instead. It’s like walking in a dead time. I feel no air or ground, it’s a total blackout. Lyra then touched my shivering palms and holds it tight.

“What you’re truly looking will be shown. This is the vault of emptiness. This helps you to see back and to understand what you don’t understand. Since you’re new, I’m going to help you with my abilities. Remember, just listen and understand.”

I begin to blink repetitively. This darkness makes wild colors appearing. All those colors formed a formation of a picture, a moving picture. It’s not HD, but it feels realistic.

I saw a little boy running fast. He‘s absolutely drowned in men who’s also running through the meadow. Battle of Gettysburg 1863. That was me. Where’s mom? Little me stopped running as a woman fell in front of me. Her mouth was saying a sentence I’ve been hearing my whole life. Run. Run and be safe my son. And don’t you ever come back. Little me cried and hugged her tight. I can see me saying ‘I’m not going without you.’ thing. Then a silver bullet flew next to the boy’s right ear and went straight to the woman’s chest. She died instantly and fell to the ground. The boy shouted in her ears, tears streaming down his eyes. His eyes begin to glow bright as he stood next the woman. The rage, the anger. Suddenly his hands strike a beam blast and blew the entire meadow. Everything turned into ashes, except him. He was protected by the ground, forming some kind of shield of him and the woman. Afterwards, he dropped himself to the ground and breathes his last breath.

Suddenly fire flames blasting through and change the whole view. The flames were a man’s hair. It was flaming red with a shaggy haircut. He looks kind of smart.  His glasses were as square as his jaw and his freckled cheeks blushes every time a light hits on it. He wears a white lab coat, seems like some kind of professor.  I spot his name tag on his left chest, Matyszczyk M. The name sounds familiar, I said to myself. The man was working on some strange thing. There’s two bars connected with a glass on a round stage. I saw hundreds of cables plugged to an old generator and that thing. The whole white laboratory wall was written with formulas and one word every corner, Recogita. The man started to stand in front of the old generator and strikes the same beam blast – as the last boy did – to the old generator. The cables started to burst out real flames and burned the two bars into ashes. Strangely, the glass floats and formed a back portal. The electricity went down and so does the man’s power, but not the portal. It keeps glowing bright blue rays and made that sucking sounds. The man was amazed, and so did I. As he was about to reach his hand into the portal, a fist bump flies to his eyes and made him fall to the ground. The portal vanished in a moment and the glass broke into pieces as the gravity pulls it back. A candle appeared out of the dark. The man was lifted by two men in white robes with an eye illustration on the center of their backs. His glasses were broken and bloods streaming down his broken nose. The candle holder also wears the same robe as the two men but his hood was lifted backwards. I couldn’t see his face but his bald head was half scaled like a reptile. I read his lips and he said ‘Bring him back to Mason.’ The two men haul him carelessly and followed the candle holder.

The memories changed to a dark place. The soppy smell that fills up the hot air tingles my senses. I smell fear through this cold cave’s walls. The cave is lighted with a few torches, approximately ten torches on each side, fifteen meters apart. The man was handcuffed in a middle of a square formation of men on the same white robes. He was yet more messed up then he was back on his laboratory. He’s definitely tortured before he got here. He’s herd to a round room and placed in the middle. He has no more strength as he just falls straight down. The bald headed man comes in with a golden dagger.

‘The same bloodline is important for our organization. Even for rascals and lab mice, our union still commits loyalty from our own kind. That’s why, with your brilliant mind and loyalty is very important right now or else this dagger of lost brother souls will join your blood also your soul. So Michael, are you still loyal to your union?’

And then, my mind was shocked. Literally shocked. An electric current flows into my head as I was struck by lightning. Well yet, I was.

I fall through another hole and discarded to the monitors again. There, stands Herman with his black eyes that terrify me as hell. Lyra then fall through the same hole I fell from. She falls like a ninja with pose and flaming green hands ready to attack. She struck a blast to Herman’s head but a thunder came out of his hands absorbing the blast. Before Lyra could say a word, Herman struck a thunder cloud to her head and made her screaming for a while.

“Stand up, kid. You need to be ready for your first Miles Level Training. Now ask me questions that still bugs your head fast before she cast that silence spell to you again,” Herman said as he pressed another monitor and type words into it.

“Well, umm… What’s with the atomic ping-pong ball? And why am I not dead?”

He deletes the entire code and rewrites it down, “The atomic ping-pong ball is one of the weapons made by the War craft for my group, Mind thunder. It’s only activated by the touch of my group so Dani, your father must’ve touched it. I assume you’ve knew how you died on Battle Gettysburg 1863 so it’s because of your powers making force shield to protect yourself.”

I thought for a while, “My dad is like you? He’s a mind thunder?”

“Yup,” he presses the monitor once and another hole shows up next to him, “do you got anything left to ask before we go to Miles Level Training?”

“Yes! I’m not protected by the land like on the battle. I was bounced to the sky. Lyra told me that I am a magister – double powered or something. What about that?”

“The Magister is a term of a double powered Miles. I don’t know how it happened but I’m sure its somehow connected with the time machine you made from your previous life. You have two powers, reality wrapping and wind control. I came to your house as fast as I could when Vitium Unus told me about you knowing your second power. That’s why I brought you here instantly. So, don’t worry about your blown up house it’s all fixed.”

Herman snaps his finger and the thunder cloud on Lyra’s head’s gone. He then walks into the hole and we followed him too. As I saw the Miles Level Training sign on the tube walls, I’m expecting a cool work out place filled with obstacles and probably some more volcanoes. As I stand back to the ground, I saw a much better view.

It was the most catastrophic view I’ve ever seen.

Thunders and storms fight through a twirling tornado. Some girls that turned into a hydra together as one of the boys slap their buttocks. The boy itself turned his hand to a sword and chops one of the hydra’s head. A girl with root hands who throw spines to everyone who distracts her way. And yes, the prize of all those war is nowhere to be found.

Lyra grabs my hand, “Let’s go, Rufus! You’re gonna love the Arena!”

September 30, 2013

Petrichor - Evaporation

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It was Saturday night and the orphanage’s having a birthday party in the living room. One of my friends was adopted and decided to throw a farewell party that night. Their rich parents also joined, giving cakes and hundreds of presents for the orphans. While the party was going great and fun, I was sitting on the backyard, looking at the stars and counting them again. Every time one of my friends leaves the orphanage, one of the stars faded out of the sky.

The night wasn’t as pretty as usual. It started to rain and made me lost counting. I started to wait on the rain but it didn’t stop. I was beginning to feel an urge to cry. And yes, I cried. Cried heavily seeing all of my friends come and go and have a suitable loving home. When will I be adopted?

And suddenly he came. Under the heavy rain, he just stood there watching me cry. He didn’t do anything, he was only watching.

When I choked myself in my tears, he approached me and gave me a sunflower that he picked. “Are you crying because of the rain?”

I shook my head and tried to speak, “Why do you stand in the rain?”

He sat next to me and pointed the sunflower, “The sunflower will stop the rain. That’s why I picked it up. The rain will stop soon.”

And then we watched the rain falling from the night sky. I was still sobbing but then I felt sleepy. In a moment, I fell asleep with the sounds of the rain and the warmth of him by my side.

The next morning, he sat next to me when I woke up. He was eating an apple and just stared as I stretched my body and yawn heavily.

“Why are you here?” he blinked his eyes once as I looked at him closely.

He lends me his bitten apple, “Eat the apple. I picked it last night when you were lifted to the room.”

“It’s bitten. Are you new here?”

He nodded quickly and took another apple from the table, “I was found by Ms. Rue. I’m the one who used to bring papers every morning. I wasn’t accepted at the streets again so she brought me here.”

“You lived on the streets?” I took the apple and bite

He nodded again, “It’s quite cool actually. The wet rain, the cold nights, the black alleys, it’s pretty good.”

I watched him smiling as like he’s remembering all his nights back. I know what it’s so good of the streets: the feeling of knowing you have someone. I’ve been in the orphanage since I was a baby. No one knows my parents, I was found crying under a mailbox by the mailman and he brought him to this orphanage. Then I know one sure thing, my parents don’t want me. I have no one.

The next five years I grew along with him by my side. His name was Christopher, I called him Chris. Five years ago he was this skinny muddy boy. His freckled face will blush when he show me some apples he picked. His hazel hair always falls elegantly whenever he jumped off an apple tree. His eyes were as green as the meadow and his lips never stop smiling. Now, he’s still the same Chris. Only taller and more fit.

It’s his twelve birthday today, 31st October 2000. Since he doesn’t know when he was born, we decided the day we first met is his birthday. Ms. Rue said that he’s three years older than me which makes him twelve since I’m nine years old now. We never liked birthday parties. The only time we met Ms. Rue, Ms. Janet, and the other orphans are on breakfast time. After breakfast, the whole day is mine and his.

We decided to go to the waterfall on the nearest hill. We race through the hills and dance all we want. He whistled some tunes while I danced in the meadows. The sun scans our skin making us tired so fast. I fell down and lied on the oats. Chris then showed up and lied next to me.

“What does it feels to be twelve?” I asked him as he started to play with my hair.

“Age is just a number, Belle. I’m still going to pick you apples and work to Farmer Jim.”

I smirked a little, “I know. It’s just; don’t you want to do something else?”

“Why? You’re bored with apples? What do you want?”

“No,” I looked him in the eyes, “It’s just we’re the oldest now in the orphanage. I’ve been thinking, will someone ever want us? Will I find someone who wants me? Someone who tucks me in the bed like Ms. Janet does every night, which protect me when someone hates me, who knows that I love him as much as they love me. Don’t you want a parent, Chris?”

He looked at the sky and asked, “Aren’t we too old for parents, Belle?”

“I don’t think so. We’re still kids, we need parents.”

“Well, I only need you,” he started to play with my hair again, “You always tuck me in the bed after we sneak out to feed the horses. You always protect me when Ms. Rue finds out our secret apple storage. Why do I need a parent who’ll tell me what I should do?”

“We need someone who loves us!” I shouted out loud as I said those words, “Ms. Rue and Ms. Janet love everyone. I want a special love, someone who loves me for me.”

He stood up from where he lied and continue walking to the waterfall. I ran towards him shouting his names repetitively, hoping he will stop acting weird. What did I said wrong? He doesn’t love me, right? Why would he act so weird like that?

He stood in front of the waterfall and just stopped there. As I reach next to him, he just stares at the waterfall and doesn’t bat an eye to me.

“Chris! What are you doing? Why are you acting so weird?”

He grabbed both of my hands and didn’t say any word. My heart begins to beats fast as he stared through my eyes, looking for some calmness from all that shouting. I looked away to control the situation. I must not freak out as he hugged me tight like he didn’t want to let me go. We often hugged each other but this one was different. His warm body felt warmer. His arms around my body made me felt safer. He just won’t let me go. I don’t want to sound creepy but I don’t want him to let me go either.

The next day, I woke up finding Ms. Janet by my bed. She told me that a couple’s searching for me yesterday. She said that they’ll be coming in a couple of hours. This couple said they knew me on the market when I sell pies for our orphanage. I couldn’t remember which one are them since I met a lot of couple.

When they came, I remember them so much. They’re the one who gives me an extra dollar for the pie. I was so happy I delivered the pie into their car. Their names are William Cliff and Florence Cliff. I dressed in my best clothes I had: a short blue dress and black shoes with a black ribbon tying my hair. I was surprised they just hugged me when we met and confirmed that I’m the one. I’m so happy, now I have a family.

I packed my things as quick as possible. Chris then barge into my room and sleeps on my bed. I forget to tell him, I was so excited.

“Chris, I’m moving out. I have a family now,” I said as I sit next to him – ready to tell him the whole thing, “They are so nice. They’re caring and also loving me so fast. I have a parent now, Chris. Someone loves me now.”

He looked at me and said, “Good for you, Belle. I’m happy for you,” he half smiled to me and gave me another hug.

I felt something unusual, “You don’t seem happy. I’ll send letters to you, Chris. You won’t miss me! I’ll write everyday!”

He hugged me even tighter, “I don’t need your letters, I need you.”

I let off the hug and offer him my pinky, “I hereby pinky promise that you will always be by my side wherever you are.”

“Wait,” he laughs for a sec, “let me do the pinky promise. I hereby pinky promise that you will be the sunflower in the storm – you will be the odds when everything is even – you will be the rain, my favorite. I will know that you’re here, by my side, every time I smell the rain.”

I laugh out loud, “And I hereby pinky promise you the same thing, as long if it’s for us.”

I gave him another last hug, just to make him felt strong. He lifted my suitcase and put it in the garage of the car. I wave goodbye to Ms. Janet, Ms. Rue, the orphans, and him. He was just smiling to me. As I went further from the orphanage, I started to cry. I realized that I’m going to miss him more than he does.

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Hi! I'm a new author here. The name's Jake and of course it's not a real name. I'm just helping out my friend, Winona, filling her blog with a new type of story: Love Stories.

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Owh, Winona told me that there's an update about her crash with fictionbutreal.blogspot.com. She's working real hard on Exiliens so hopefully she can upload it this week.

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September 10, 2013

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Exiliens - 4

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The sky is so blue. It’s a perfect time to die. But not like this.

Not with all the chaos I left for my parents.

No house, me skipping class, and probably my wrecked body on the land because of this 200.000 feet impact.

I close my eyes and empty my mind. Concentrate. Concentrate. Concentrate. I begin to feel the same wind blowing my bangs, like the ones at the hospital. Slow and tender. It thrills me off when the wind started to insolently blow my bangs up. I am not going back or neither slowing down. I am simply diving to gravity.

In a flash, I’m hanging in the air. I stopped. It’s a few feet away to the ground and I’m just hanging through the ground. Not flying, but hanging. Freezed in the air and paused in time.

“Is that so?”

This voice, it’s Herman! I looked all over the sky and I can’t find him floating anywhere.

“I’m in your head, kid. I suppose you forgot the homework I gave to you the last time we met.”

Sigh. Where are you? “Look down, kid. I’m at your house. Or land. You totally blow this thing off. Are you playing with Dani’s things?”

Who’s Dani? What do you mean? Can we just talk face-to-face rather you’re entering my head?

Suddenly, my body started to glow bright. I’m beginning to shine in pixels. The blue sky I saw was not there. It’s jumbled into pieces and returned to its place. The shattering sounds of those pieces complete the moments. When it’s set back, Herman is right in front of my face with his white coat and stereoscope. Behind his spectacles, I spot his black eyes shifting back to its true color.

“How dare you hang me up like that! And how on earth are you even here? You’re supposed to be at the hospital right now!”

He chuckles so hard, “You’re welcome, kid. You change a lot since the last time we met. A lot sketchy and less na├»ve. It’s okay, I can work with that.”

I roll my eyes and sit on the ground, “Where’s my house? Is that ping-pong ball an atomic bomb? Why am I not dead? Why’s there a brick floating on the sky? Who is this Dani you’re talking about?”

“You’re asking questions and you don’t even bother to ask what my superpower is. I’m going to take you to Mansio, I am annoyed by your behavior, kid.”

Herman grabs my hand and shouts some kind of spell. His eyes turn back to black. Thunder clouds started to show up above me. Jarring thunders deafen my ears. In some split seconds, we’re struck by the thunder and send my vision back to blackness.

***

“Welcome to Mansio, kid.”

I open my eyes and find myself in a complete different world.

It’s an island full of trees and surrounded by beach. White sands, blue sea, and pink sky. The gentle breeze also gives a calming touch. Beside the normal seaside view, the island itself is full of people, buildings and skyscrapers. Shortly, high-tech and rock metal. It’s like camp half-blood, only located on an island, have skyscrapers and I found no training site from my view. What can I say? It’s futuristic.

Herman leads me to the nearest skyscraper. I can hear him talking, but my entire mind think is the view. I spot a girl who’s absolutely blends into soil. She does a little jump once and just completely dives into the ground. All of her friends laughed as soon as she pulls one of them into the ground. The boy–who’s half drowned to the ground–hold his breath and started to puff himself. The ground started to crack as he bloats and jumped off the ground and lands on the land with a frog style. The liquid body girl and frog guy. Cool.

We entered the skyscraper, which’s only filled with strange buttons all over the wall and a tube in the middle. Herman walks around the room, pressing some of the buttons and ends his walk with a big red button near the entrance door. The tube started to make some hissing sounds. Now I get it, it’s a giant vacuum tube.

“Hop in, kid,” said Herman as he steps into the tube and being sucked to nowhere.

I smile, ran towards the tube, and literally hops into it. As my body’s being sucked into the tube, my body clashes with the tube sides. The walls of the tube chafed my elbow making blisters.

As I return to the surface, I’m like entering a throne. The walls of the room are painted shiny silver with a touch of blackness around the corners. The tiles are black and white and the ceilings are surrounded with some cloudy atmosphere. There are some big statues and high pillars on each corner. On my right and left, there’s a big table and cupboard stacked to the wall. In front of me lie five thrones with monks sitting on it. The monks wear red robe and a mask. It gives me chills and elegance at the same time.

“Vitiums, hereby stands Rufus Affandi–Michael Matyszczyk former self. Apologies, Vitiums. I need to give this Miles some time to know his power. He’s still in the memories of the impact when I found him in the first place. He has some questions to be asked to you, Vitiums. I will leave him at your hands.” Herman bows to the monks and disappear within thunders from the clouds.

One of the monks stood from his throne and speaks, “Welcome to Mansio, Rufus Affandi. You are now officially a listed Miles. Questions on your mind will be answered by Quattuor.”

Quattuor stoods up, “Miles Rufus Affandi. Mansio is a base camp of all mortal beings that discover their true powers. Your power, as you know it, is a reality wrapper. It’s one of the best powers of a Miles from Exiliens. This Mansio is divided into four sections, Muneris – this Skyscaper, Exiliens, Fugiens, and Album. You are a Miles from Exiliens, the leapers. Your powers are all connected to one center, the ground. Miles from Fugiens, the flyers, are all connected to the sky. All Miles are watched by Muneris, this Skyscraper and the centre of Mansio. All of the businesses are sorted here. Besides those three, the normal land is called Album. Please, make yourself like home as this is now your home, Miles Rufus Affandi. You are dismissed, please return to Exiliens.”

“Wait,” I breathe for a while, “What about my house? There was this ping-pong ball that blows my house off but not me! And suddenly Herman shows up and saves me with his thunders! Who are you people anyway?”

There was a moment of silence for awhile. Quattuor speaks again, “You are dismissed, Miles. Return to Exiliens immediately.”

“I am not going anywhere until somebody tells me the truth. Why do I have powers? What are all those clamors that used to bugs me a lot? Why this power does lead me to you guys? Who are you?”

Quattour lifts up his left hand and throws me to the tube. I’m send back to the first room I entered. As I went out the tube, I just lie down on the floor and watch the white ceilings. What the hell was that? Who do they think they are? I don’t know anyone here! How can I go home?

“Rufus? Is that you?”

I looked to the source of the voice and surprised. Lyra, that little skater girl.

“Welcome to the club, dude! We’re on the same house, Exiliens. You must’ve met Quattour, huh? Don’t worry he is hardhearted. In fact, he had no heart at all,” Lyra laughs and lie next to me.

“I suppose you’re here to ask my questions and sent by Herman, huh?”

“No! Are you a reality wrapper or a mind thunder?”

“What’s a mind thunder?”

Lyra sighs, “Mind thunder is like mind reading. In a split second you can read someone’s mind and it gives you power on thunders. There are a lot of alternatives actually: mind storm, mind eruption, and mind avalanche. They’re mind readers but with different powers of nature. Herman’s a mind thunder, I thought you knew.”

“Then why does he arrive on time before I crash the ground? And why am I not crashed because of that explosion? My house was blown up by an atomic ping-pong ball I found in my parent’s bedroom and I’m not even hurt a bit? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Whoa, wait–,” Lyra shook her head hard, “are you saying that you just flew to the sky like that? Not covered to the ground?”

“No. I was like bounced, you know. On a trampoline. Is that one of mind thunder’s power?”

“No. Mind thunder control minds not bodies. Then you must be it. The Magister. You, the double formed powers! You are not only belonging in Exiliens, you’re also a Fugiens! You bounce to the sky! You’re a flyer with leaper powers!”

July 01, 2013

Exiliens - 3

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Reality wrapping really changes my whole life.

After getting out from the hospital, I went psycho. I use all my times wasteful and rewind it back to how it’s supposed to be. I broke all the car glasses with a baseball bat, get arrested, become famous on the news for a couple of hours, rewind, and become normal. I become crazy for a week and then normal. I always want to be like this: able to change time. With this power, I can make no mistake. No mistake means perfect. And my life is just so perfectless.

The first thing I do when I get out of the hospital is to go back to year 2012, the year where I dumped my girlfriend softly. Because now she’s acting like a bitch, I went back just to dump her hard. When the real case I was buying her lunch and said ‘I’m sorry I can’t do this anymore. You deserve a better guy;’ changes to me going to her class and shouting ‘I’m breaking up with you! You’re being weird and you will be a total bitch next year!’

It just feels good. And satisfying. I can do anything I want. Literally anything. To be honest, I tried to drink some booze at 7/11 using a fake ID I made the day before, and it taste weird. Bitter. It burns my throat but warms my stomach. Since I don’t like Alcohols and I’m doing this because of my curiosity, 2 gulps are enough. I threw the bottle to the glass door and rewind time to the first time I entered 7/11 to really buy some drink, not beer. I swear to myself I will never drink any Alcohols again.

It’s been a month since I’m using my powers for myself and it just feels like a year. Actually, it might be a year since when I’m not satisfied of what I did I will go back and do it again. It feels like really playing a game with an Autosaving mode. I’m drunk of this power. It’s felicitous.

Friday, 1st March 2013. I’m skipping classes again all day and hangout at my favourite place: home. My house is on a hill at Bogor and I love the atmosphere of it. Fresh air, free space and supreme silence. Plus, the neighbours here never minds other neighbours’ business.

I’m trying to paint right now in my parent’s room and I throw all the paints all over it. Mom and Dad are not home, they’re out of town having a second honeymoon at Bali. I give them 2 free holiday packages I won from a quiz at twitter just by mentioning the right name of some comic’s middle name. You do know how I won this quiz, right?

While painting my parent’s bed, I found a strange thing behind the pillows. It sizes of a ping-pong ball and made out of metal. I inspect the ball and find a small logo on the other side of it.  A half Moon and a half Sun with a triangle between them. Inside the triangle, there’s a thunder bolt and some kind of wand.

I figure out that this thing might be just some realistic sized up thing on a sci-fi movie, like a real light saber from Star Wars. It looks a bit scientific and I realize it’s really light-like a real ping-pong ball. Must’ve been Dad’s, I told myself. Who else collects sci-fi stuffs beside me in this house? I throw the ball to the wall and it didn’t bounce back like a normal ping-pong ball.

It blows my house off.

Paints squirting out of my brush when my pathetic body exhales out of the house. My heart beats fast as if it is also exhaled out of this body. I’m floating in the lucent blue sky filled with unpainted clouds. The heat of the sun burns my cheek and makes me squint my eyes. My aimless body soar as if I’m ejected from some kind of jetpack off the ground. Wait, I am ejected off the ground from an unidentified ping-pong ball. This seems humiliating but who knows the ball is an atomic bomb? That bomb flew me so high I could even hear an airplane coming through.

I’m enjoying the moment. With my powers, I extend the seconds. The sky is colourless and my brush’s ready to sketch the clouds. The sky is better than home. No wonder human being always dreams to fly up in the sky. Technically, I’m flying. My body floats and there’s gravity down there waiting to pull me back to the ground.

I was sketching an airplane that passed when some bricks floats up above my face and just falls off. My eyes trail that brick down to the ground and BAM! I can’t see it again through the clouds. Seeing that brick brings my mind back on, I’m too damn high from the ground. I can’t even see any land! All I can see is just luminous plain white clouds and transcendent blue sky.

Unconsciously, I weaken my power and bring back the real time. Gravity pulls me rapidly. In a brisk, I dive through the clouds and finally find out where I really am, about 200.000 feet off earth. I’ starting to plunge really fast and I begin to see some-land-which-is-supposed-to-be-my-house. The house’s all gone and so does some of my neighbours’. The hill is totally screwed.

Idiot! I’m going to die!

June 14, 2013

Exiliens - 2

winonsky.sunnypillow

“Wait!”

I tug his white coat as he leaves his room. Magically, I am now standing right behind him without any infusions attached. I don’t know how I do this but this just magically happens. The doctor smiles seeing me confuse. I shook my head to the bed and it looks neat. The pillows and infusions lie on the bed tidily. Did I just……….teleport?

“Confused, kid?” he guides me back to the bed.

I sit on the bed, “Was I teleporting myself? Is that my superpower?”

He took a deep breath and spills everything I want to know, “Something like that. Like I said, everyone have a superpower. Your power is controlling time. Without you notice, you change time as how you want it to be. You moved yourself from the bed by your power. How you always get good grades on math while you only learn for every math test the night before. You extend that night, kid. You hold the future and the past. You just don’t know it yet. And all that clamors? Those are the spells you cast on yourself. You cast it everyday and you don’t know how to do it so your inner self repeated it for you every night. It stops last night because you finally understand how to control it, like what you did just now.”

“What about the whisper?”

“It’s from your previous mother. You don’t remember her, don’t you?” he lies me down and put on my infusions, “Every mortal have previous lifes. The first ones usually attached the most. That whisper was from your first mother. You died in the Battle of Gettysburg 1863. You were running away from the Union and was about to cover yourself when you saw your mother killed by an anonymous bullet. You stroked the biggest power you’ve ever imagine and also died because of it. It was a massive hit and it threw you directly 100 years later when you made your own time machine as a man named Michael Matyszczyk. After your death in 1997, you were born as you. Rufus Affandi. While everyone had 6 or 7 lifes, you’ve only got 3. Lucky for you so I don’t have to explain four more history of your life.”

“So, I assume you’re my first father?”

“I was, kid, but now I’m your mentor. So we will keep it casual cause’ you’ve got your real father buying you breakfast now,” he puts on his spectacles and sits right beside me.

“Okay, Mr.…,” I read his nametag, “Herman Siregar. How come you’re an intern when I’m your son?”

He laughs, “Previous son, kid. I’m 25 years old now and you’re 15. We’re more like brothers.”

As he steps out of the room, I asked him one last question, “What about your power? What’s with the eyes?”

“That, kid,” he says as he closes the door, “is your homework to find out.”

The room starts to be stuffed with silence. I can only hear my own breath and my heart beats. I look out from my room’s window. Doctors, nurses, and people come and go. I tried to concentrate my mind to the window, trying to make people move slower then they were. 30 seconds, 40 seconds, a minute, 5 minutes… Nothing changes.

“He said I’m now capable to control my power. But how?”

Mom and Dad come into the room. They bring some wrappings-which I believe is food. And it is food, delicious nasi rames with some fried chicken. It smells so good and makes my stomach grumbles. Mom opened one and offered to feed me by herself. As I eat my first meal, Dad choked on his own hot tea and burped it all out. My left hand straights towards Dad as I shout a long ‘No’, as an exclamation of Dad’s digested tea falls to my legs.

And it happens.

Time stops. Dad’s tea vomit pauses in the air just a few inches above my legs. Mom’s face showing disgust while holding a spoon of nasi rames. I look over the window and found a nurse who’s in a rush also stops. The clock stops ticking. The blood in my body also stops. I can’t even hear my own heart beat. But I’m alive, and I can move.

I smile at myself, well done, Rufus! Now, you only need to know how to rewind time so Dad doesn't puke on you.

I straighten my left hand and shout, “Go Baaack!”

Nothing happens.

Then, I try all the poses of every fiction character I know. Professor X, Spiderman, Spock, Magneto, Iron Man, Winnie the Pooh, nothing works! How?! How can I rewind time? I spoke to myself again; I stop time accidentally because I don’t want Dad vomiting on me. Why can’t I rewind it? What did I miss? Gesture? I’ve done Winnie the Pooh style! What can go wrong?

“Will.”

I look at the source of the voice. A little girl, probably aged 6 or 7, with a ponytail hair stands in the corner playing on her iPhone. She wears a pink shirt, jeggings, and a rollerblade. Her eyes don’t moves a bit from her iPhone. From the sound, looks like she’s playing Subway Surfers.

She speaks again, “You need a will. A goal, a strong one.”

“And you are?” I took off my infusion and approach her to the corner.

She pause her game and lends her hand, “A reality wrapper, just like you.”

I accept her handshake, “Rufus,” I said, “Lyra.”

“Look, you need to focus on your target. Know what you want. If you’re sure of it, use your power. When using it, you can make some geeky poses you want, like how I do,” she said as she slides and does a triple back flip and dissolves into the thin air.

Immediately, I close my eyes and throw all of my thoughts away. What’s left in mind is just the time when Herman goes out of my room. Slowly, I feel some winds blowing my bangs. I was lifted in the air for a moment and spins in time. One of the clamor flew right through my ear; Me avolare reverterentur.

Slowly, I open my eyes and found myself lying on my bed. The room’s still empty and the door was still shaking as if someone just closed it. I look over the window and saw Herman passes by. I smiled to myself, I’m a reality wrapper.

Exiliens - 1

winonsky.sunnypillow

Run. Run and be safe, my son.

I open my eyes and frown. This dream is starting to make me insane, I told my self so. It's the same dream for months and I'm starting to hate this dream. It was never clear. Only darkness and clamors surrounds it. A few moments later, a pliable whisper of a woman snaps those clamors through silence and wakes me  up violently. Run. Run and be safe, my son.

At first, it frightened me. I rushed to the basement and locked myself in there. That whisper. That horrible whisper. It bothered my nerves off. I was shaking so bad I couldn't even straighten up my body. I was just crouching until my mom yells for breakfast. Hearing her voice makes me calm and suddenly all those fears vanished. I've done this for 4 months and for the past 2 weeks I'm tired of it. Tired of running and shivering from fear. Tired of myself being such a sissy.

I sit and relax myself to the wall behind my bed. The wall’s so cold like ice. When it touches my back, I felt it. Those clamors were back. All those clamors suddenly creak through my ear lobe like a thunder parts the cumulonimbus cloud. It blows my head off. It was like ten thousand people on my room screaming languages I don’t understand right through my ears. Those high pitches tones. Those horrible angers of men. Nothing sounds worst then these clamors. This is the sound of Hell.

I started to squeak on myself. Make it stop. Please make it stop, I beg myself. I roll allover the bed and starting to sing some random tunes. It doesn’t work. It just keeps getting louder and scarier.

Then all of the sudden, that pliable whisper sets the entire room to silence: Run. Run and be safe, my son. It echoes for a moment and disappears.

Liquids starting to fall from my eyes. I shout all my hearts out. I cry on my knees. I am completely being insane right now.

Mom and Dad then bang on my door. She screams my name every 5 seconds. Without hesitating, I unlock the door and then fall off to the ground. Mom and Dad come in and keep calling my name and shakes on my body. I tried to tell them I’m a total mess but my lips won’t move. I’ve just realize, my whole body can’t move. I can’t even blink. I can only hear and see my mom shouting or probably mouthing my name. Slowly, she fades out to small pixels and flew away to the dark.

***

Run. Run and be safe, my son. And don't you ever come back.

I wake up smiling now. No more clamors. Just that pliable whisper that calms my nerves. Strangely, there are some more words after that whisper: And don't you ever come back. I know it’s a horrible dream but I keep questioning myself, why it stops now? All this time it ruins half of my soul and suddenly it stops. Why?

“Thank God you’re awaken, Rufus. I’m worried sick seeing you faint in my arms like a dead robot! Don’t you ever do that again okay..”

I smiled to Mom, “It’s the dream, Mom. I guess yesterday was the climax. I’m just glad it’s over.”

“It’s over?” she seems surprise, “Well, it’s good for you then. You don’t have any dreams related to that dream again, Rufus?”

I nod, “No more. Just a good sleep.”

“Trust him, Dri. He’s 15 years old. He’s capable of himself. He’s fine. Come on Dri, let’s get some breakfast for us,” dad puts on his sneaky yet trustable smile.

Mom laughed, “I’m just so happy you’re finally healing from that odd dream,” she kissed my forehead and whispers, “And you’re finally not disturbing my morning and save a lot of money from that therapist.”

“Goodbye Mom!” I push her a bit far from myself and giggle a bit.

When Mom and Dad walked out of the room and a doctor came in to check on me, I’m just so relieved. I don’t know why but their existence become pressure for me. It just comes out of nowhere but I recently realized that I don’t trust them anymore. Mom’s voice who always calms me down suddenly makes me feel……prisoned.

“How are you, kid?” asked the doctor who’ve just done checking on my blood pressures.

“I’m confused. What about you, sir?”

He chuckles, “Why are you confused? You seemed happy with your parents back then.”

“I don’t know! I’m just so confused I don’t even know how to act in front of them. They’re just so…weird. What do you think?”

The doctor puts his board on my legs and looks me in the eyes, “I’m thinking that you’re thinking they’re weird because you’re the one whose acting weird while we both know that you’re not weird. So now I’m reading your mind that it’s all because that dream stops but the whisper continues and you’re confused how I can read your mind. How’s that?”

“W-what, h-how you do that? Is it some kind of doctoral stuff?” I choke on my own words as the doctor keeps looking in my eyes.

He stops staring, picks up the board and take off his spectacles, “No, it’s not kid. It’s my superpower. Everyone have one. You have one too.”

“How could you tell?” I asked him while he’s going out of my room.

He glances over his shoulders to me. I can’t see his face clearly that way but when his hazel eyes slowly shifts to black I’m glad he didn’t show me all his face. He answered, "Because I am your father, kid.”

June 12, 2013

Rewinding

winonsky.sunnypillow

Hello.

It's bit awkward to post and introduction since I made this blog a year ago.
I was at junior high school and maybe I made this blog because I was frustated or something. But now, I kinda miss it.

Currently, 5 of my friends just have blog this week and my reaction was like "Are you guys kidding me? I had that thing 4 years ago?!"

And a few minutes ago I was randomly searching myself and I found this blog, abandoned by myself with only two posts in it.

It hit me hard like a tsunami. I didn't delete all of my blogs?! All this time, the internet keeps this one little secret from me? Was I drunk when I made this blog? Did I have amnesia? What does even phosphene means?!

So I looked it up at the internet and phosphene is the color we see when we close our eyes. I don't know why I wrote that on my blog but it does sounds awesome.

By the way, I've graduated junior high school *yeaaaayy* and now I'm going to be a second grader in 70 senior high school or as known as XI grade or in asab kilab means aud.

Now let me get this straight, this blog is no longer a diary blog like what radityadika did or a mixed up blog like my 2 old blogs long ago. This, I hope, will be a pure a storyblog. I want all my inspiration and imagination written here. Before my first book launch, I want this blog to be the proof of my dignity and un-cowardness. I was a coward deleting my previous 2 blogs. There were so much great stories in it! Why did I delete it?!

Thank you internet, for the second chance.