A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

I came back to the untethered space a few weeks later, though Tarne pleaded before that I take care of the issue quickly. I could only hope that distance from the hate for Akier was refuge enough, albeit lonely. When I entered the library, it was not so. The structure was a palace with great stone columns supporting a heavy stone ceiling painted with flowers. The windows out onto the dark beyond were gone, and so were the lights. Instead, a miniature sun was suspended near the ceiling, casting an intense white glow all over the open space. I looked for the staircase down to the wooden box in a panic, and found it much to my relief. It looked the same, but out of place on the now stone floor. The inside was still wood, outfitted with a couch, and four chairs around a table next to the bookshelf. I sighed in relief. Something wild happened here. The stairs to upstairs remained in the same area, and I followed them up to find the second floor with bedrooms just as stoned as the main libra...

I had not returned in weeks. Why bother? Kara and Lila were happy with Tarne. I was the third wheel, fourth now. I was back for a specific reason, but had a feeling I would not be able to complete my goal. For the sake of remembering Lila, I wanted to draw her. I had been drawing things, since I did not know anyone who could help me illustrate things in my writing. I would have to be able to put my ideas on paper myself, in more than just description. I still sucked at describing things. My mind sourced my words on things I have seen, which differed person to person. To appeal to mass populace, writers often used long-winded descriptions based on common life objects that anyone with an ounce of imagination could picture. I just could not patchwork it all to make sense, but drawing would help me with that. When I arrived at the space created from the remnant of Rebecca’s domain, I found the library empty. The upstairs and the attic were equally still. I even knocked at the door to the b...

Shining Eves- Flaming Goldester At the end of the long summer that burns so bright and warm, a flower blossoms to progress the season into fall. On the night of the first day of autumn, this flower blooms where no human can possibly see it. The closed bud is golden and shivering in the cooling night breeze on its light green stem. The glow from the inside can be seen very lightly seen through the golden petals. As midnight approaches the bud starts to open letting a waft of sweet summer air roll over the field of dried crops. The moon beckons the flower to bloom, but the flower takes its time. Slowly the golden petals shaped as flames open and let a golden light shine on the field of wheat swaying in the night breeze. The moon looks at the flower with one eye closed as the petals peel into layers of thinnest golden leaves imaginable. The leaves slowly break off from the flower and are taken up by a sudden gust of wind. The golden leaves are carried for a few feet and then disintegrate ...

My dad is my hero. He goes all over the world, visiting places across oceans and over different continents. He meets so many people everywhere, makes friends, and brings me back toys from all over the world. I love my dad so much, but he is away a lot. Mom is a powerhouse, but she misses dad, too. We wait for him to return when he has a bit of time. Most of the time, he only sleeps and leaves before I wake up, but recently he brought me a present from a distant country, translated to English from a very strange language. The book’s name was “ The Shining Eves: Magical Flowers of Legend ”. I had never heard of Shining Eves, but they were said to be important, and the way seasons changed. The more I read, lost in the magical world of four flowers only depicted by the season they welcomed, it became clear that these flowers blossomed in secret. The few who have seen the flowers bloom got sick with four very different things. The person who saw the Weeping Silversea could not stop crying, ...

“Hey,” I said the next night into the library. Lila was sprawled out on top of a bookshelf, these no longer filled with lessons of my life. They looked empty without books, but it was now the digital age, and the stories remained on the laptop downstairs. “Oh, hey,” Lila sat up on the bookshelf, legs hanging off each side. “You’re back like you said. I didn’t expect you to be here the next day.” “I feel a strange need to apologize to you,” I said. “But don’t,” she replied, lifted her leg over to join the other and jumped off the height to land gracefully. “I did what I wanted to do.” “Even without beast rattling around inside me, I took advantage,” I said. “It’s fine,” she said. “And let me know if you’d even feel like trying it in the female form.” I tried to picture it, rubbing our backs together at random. Then I tried to picture how a human female and Lila could engage in sex, much to confusion. There would be a lot to figure out before it could be pleasurable. “I was wondering if ...