Melodramatic Maladies of the Mystical Mind
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Bleeding Tree
In the mornings, sunlight would enter my window at an angle that cast large shadows of toys on the floor. The long shadow arms of the action figures reminded me of orangutans. I didn’t see any shadows that day, because my dad didn’t wake me up at the usual time. In fact, he didn’t wake me up at all. Instead, my growling stomach did, and so I went looking for him. He’d been making me breakfast for the past two years since Mom got taken away. Sure, I was old enough to make my own, but his just tasted better.
By Melodramatic Maladies of the Mystical Mind2 months ago in Fiction
Fishing at the Edge of the World
I was disappointed when I caught a star-tinged guppy at the edge of the Earth. A space whale, or at least something bigger than my hand, would have been nice to show my village. But that’s not how the day went, and looking back, I should have been thankful I didn’t die out there. I was young and naïve, thought I could do it all alone. Boy, was I wrong.
By Melodramatic Maladies of the Mystical Mind2 months ago in Fiction
Here Lie Baby Dragons
A bump in the road was enough to wake Pip up. He wasn’t usually a light sleeper, but the City of Dragons filled his dreams and wouldn’t let him rest. The night before, he had booked passage on a merchant’s wagon with his last few coppers. He was reminded of this every time he tucked his hands into his empty pockets for warmth. But the warmth was hard to come by. His clothes were tattered, and they let in the cold wind. This made him long for the fireplace back home, but he couldn’t turn back now. He left that life for a better one. As the sun rose, it warmed him, and his face came alive even though it was caked in dirt. It was going to be okay.
By Melodramatic Maladies of the Mystical Mind2 months ago in Fiction
#1
Henry Howard the Chaplain Henry Howard was busy putting away books in the ship’s library. It was a duty he never loved, and merely inherited from his late friend Ian. Regardless, he treated it with respect not for the books because he really hated to read but for his friend. Over time it became a meditation for him. The smell of old books brought back images of nostalgia. He would often reminisce of the good times in his life. He would remember the weddings and holiday celebrations he lead as the ships only chaplain. But more recently, the smells wouldn’t just remind him about the celebrations but also the hardships.
By Melodramatic Maladies of the Mystical Mind2 years ago in Fiction
Aberration in the Sky
The priest was an intellectual man who always seemed to be in the wrong profession. Although he spoke the word of god on Sunday, his true passion rested in science. He was a teacher at heart and took every opportunity he could to educate the kids about astronomy, chemistry, and any other science he knew. He spent most of his time looking through his telescope or tinkering with innovative toys for the kids. On Saturdays when the congregation gathered for dinner, the kids would often flock to Father Edwards to see what new invention he has come up with. He always acted dumb and made them wait, but once he finally revealed it they would all cheer.
By Melodramatic Maladies of the Mystical Mind3 years ago in Fiction
The Myrtleville Anomaly
A man stood across from me in the police station. He had a thin frame that complimented a black suit and black glasses. His hair was black and, he wore it slicked back and handsomely. He raised a tablet close to his face and slowly scrolled down the screen. I looked around the room to get some hint of what was going on but the room was so plain. The grey walls blended into the metallic grey chair and the grey table as boring as it was, seemed to be the Mona Lisa. I was in a police interrogation room just like I have seen in movies, but the man in front of me was no policeman. His black suit had nothing distinguishable patches or markings. You could tell he wasn’t associated with the police, and he certainly didn’t have anything to do with this town of Myrtleville.
By Melodramatic Maladies of the Mystical Mind3 years ago in Fiction
