The Hollow Men (Pt.3)

Previously

“Flee this place,” it outstretched its hand.

I recoiled and fumbled into my father’s embrace – grounded in reality.

~~~~~

I yelped at the contact and snapped around to see the concerned look on his face.

“Sorry,” was all I could muster and I turned back to see the figure had not left. Still it sat, motionless, by the window. Its visage tilted and featureless, its attention lingering. I clutched at my phone, pressed it to my chest, and when my father inquired, I knew that only I could see.

“Its nothing,” I offered, skimping on the details. “Not enough sleep, I guess.”

He gave a contemplative ‘hm’, “Well, take your time,” and turned to make his leave. “We’ll save you a plate.”

“Wait, no.” I rushed to turn the faucet then meet his side. “I’ll join you,” and trailed behind, out of my room and toward the stair case. I looked back and the figure lingered there, long fingers gripping the door frame; yet it but peered and did not give chase.

I turned my attention on my phone once more:

Olivia
a damned feast going on in there? Hurry up we’re starting to bore.

I twisted my mouth and deleted what I near sent before: ‘just tell me what is going on.’

“…and I know that the apprentice exams are high priority,” I zoned back in to hear my father rounding up a lecture, “but your health is number one. Understand?”

“Mhmm.”

We had reached the base of the stair and his following sigh was only overshadowed by the call of my youngest sister responding to a knock at the door: “Got it!”

Father and I entered the breakfast room to see Jun, stepping through the frame with Olivia in tow, the former practically dragging the latter by her hand with a familiar smokey scent rolling in with them.

“Olivia’s back!”

Near no one shared Jun’s enthusiasm. My eldest brother ogled while the rest of the census geared into awkward greeting. Following a handful of brief exchanges, I was alarmed to see mother offer Olivia to sit down with us.

“Actually, I was hoping to take Nichelle away for a bit,” Olivia started. “We talked a bit and she had some questions about…the mortal repercussions of some substances.”

“If it’s just studies, they can wait,” Father interjected. “At least let the girl eat and shower. Your discussions kept her out at the crack-of-void’s-all last anyhow.”

My chance to speak was interrupted by yet another knocking at the back door. Jun exclaimed with her practiced cadence, “got it!”

Attention flocked in Jun’s wake toward the hall leading toward the door. Olivia quickly followed and I found myself at her heels.

“Good morning! Who’re you?” Jun’s grace just as we rounded the corner.

The woman’s muted shawl practically engulfed her body. Her mane of silver hair, wrinkled expression, and hazy eyes betrayed something otherwordly.

As I looked upon her, I felt a chill crawl through me, following a nagging from within – a whispering sensation, a voice not my own: “Understand the urgency; now is not the time, but you need to hurry.”

My face twisted up in confusion, distrust, and anger all at once, “I don’t know what this is but I’d like answers before I go running about doing void’s-all-what,” and then to Jun: “Tell everyone I’ll be back at the table in a bit, just wanna talk to my guests first.”

Jun groaned while scampering off, “well, I’m not waiting anymore, we’re gonna start without your forreal this time.”

“Would you like to step outside?” The elderly woman offered and I shrugged my shoulders: “sure, I guess.”

As soon as we were out of the door, Olivia pulled a thin cigarillo from her pocket and began to light it.

“I can only assume this is your mentor.” I started and looked between them, “look, I know I agreed to meet and all, but this is…well it ain’t right.” I made note to keeping my voice down, practically whispering and slightly leaning in. “I’ve been hearing voices and seeing figures, like hauntings, ghosts or something.”

The both of them nodded and the elder women responded, “we have as well.”

“So then, what the hell is – ”

The woman cut me off, “we don’t have time for this. I can, and promise to, answer you, but not here – not right now.”

“I’m not just going to take your word without you explaining anything – ”

The elder woman sighed heavily and nodded to Olivia. I barely looked toward my gloomy neighbor before a thick cloud of smoke engulfed my head and senses. She leaned in toward me and our faces hovered but inches apart. I looked into her eyes, as my body ceased to respond, and heard her muted voice, “I apologize.”

Feeling slowly left me before all turned black.

 

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Sith Sinks

It’s crazy to think nobody can help me,
I’ve friends and family,
willing to wade deep;
suffer my darkness and inconsistencies.
Friends willing to seek something more beneath
the inadequacy and how I’m like sleet;
ground between teeth,
unwelcome and hindering –
just crap, basically.
The terror of disappointing enrages me,
so I’ll tear forward until a compliment sinks.

The Hollow Men (Pt.2_rework)

Previously

“Fair warning,” she turned a sidelong glance on me, “she doesn’t get along with the living, much.”

~~~~~

I had spent the majority of that night rationalizing what I had experienced. It was easy to tell myself I had been dozing off and envisioning the paranormal; however, there was no rationalizing Olivia’s knowing proposition. Was it possible that her mentor, and even she, could commune with The Breathless Land?

Exhaustion had finally begun to wrestle me to sleep when a chime and flash of light snapped me awake once more. I gave a ruffled groan and reached for my phone. A second grumble escaped me – time was rounding on dusk. Annoyance faded to anxiety when I saw the ID on the message:

Olivia Locquinn
The wrinkled scotch says shes interested to meetcha. She pretty much lives at the crematory so we gotta go there. Wanna meet at the Viscount Trinity stop for the 10:45 rail?

I smashed back ‘sure thing, cya there’ without even thinking. My heart was racing. I hit send and slammed my phone on my bed. There was no way I was going to get any sleep before ten ante midday…

Raucous rhythmic knocking jolted me awake from the dark haze I had lulled into.  No sooner did I sit up did my bedroom door swing open with my youngest sister, Jun, standing just beyond its frame.

“Breakfast is almost ready!”

A chime followed and I begrudgingly sought out my phone:

Olivia
Stuff that crematory visit. Just meet me in the courtyard, ASAP.

And then my sister again, “I don’t feel like waiting on you, so hurry up.”

“I’ll be down in a minute, ‘kay! Go lick the spoon, if you’re so damn hungry.” She shot me the finger and I turned my attention back to my phone: ‘It’s going to be awhile. Breakfast family thing. 30-40 mins?’ With that sent, I pulled myself out of bed and into the shower.

With steam filling the room, I peered through the blinds and into the courtyard to see not Olivia but a shawled figure looming over the fire-pit. Nearly as quick as my curiosity welled, the figure turned its head and eyes toward me. I ducked away and sat on the edge of the bath, rubbing at my eyes and questioning my own sanity. My phone chimed again:

Olivia
We don’t have time. Grab something on your way out

I began a message back, ‘tell me what the fuck – ‘ but was interrupted by a knocking at my bathroom door.

I had barely opened my mouth to speak before I heard tapping, like a gentle knocking, from within the bathroom – from the window. I turned my head to see the same figure perched there, holding a single finger to its lipless visage.

“Nic? Is everything alright?” It was my father’s voice from the other side of the door.

I was frozen again.

“Flee this place,” it outstretched its hand.

I recoiled and fumbled into my father’s embrace – grounded in reality.

Wade In Madness

I’m only at home when I’m lost,
stumbling alone in the darkness,
unaware of the cost of a singular mind.
In time I wonder,
what was thrown by the way side.
I plowed forward into the unmined,
seeking ought what was left behind.
I’ve dreamnt it, and I know, in time,
I’ll join my meandering home again.

The Hollow Men (Pt. 1_rework)

I sat within our families conjoined courtyard, hunched over my studies, accompanied by nothing more than the hushed rustling of withering leaves and the crackling from the fire-pit. My eyes trailed lazily over the text in front of me, my mind fixated on the pin-prickling feeling that accompanied the silence whenever I lingered there. That and the echoes, like whispers, that trailed on the wind.

It had always just been the voices, a low, slow chorus – a cacophony or tones incoherent yet persistent…

Shuffling in the grass caught my ear. I looked up and the flames went out. The trees seemed to bend forth to encroach around me and I looked on into moon brushed darkness, ethereal shapes breaking through the pluming smoke before me. The voices enclosed from all around speaking in broken tones and meandering speech.

“Flee…this place…you must…must be forever rended.”

Ebon hands reached out from the darkness toward me; disembodied eyes hovered ever closer. I strained yet no voice left my throat; my body was frozen, quivering but uncontrollable.

A smoky haze forced its way forward, the scent of tobacco, theine and mint, and the ebon hands recoiled rapidly. A singular voice reached me, distant yet grounded in reality.

“You always sit out here in the dark like a creep?”

I recognized the voice and the mixed aroma that accompanied: Olivia, the Locquinn family’s eldest. My eyes shot open to see the embers of the cigarillo hanging from her mouth, as she knelt by the pit-fire, working to reignite it. I scoured the darkness for the shapes I had seen before, but all was still and silent except for rustling leaves and the efforts of Olivia’s work.

A small spark took hold and the fire slowly grew, pushing back the hazy darkness around us.

“Nichelle, yeah?” She broke the silence, meandering her way over and picking up the book I had been studying. She offered the hefty text back to me.

I simply nodded in response and took the book back. The smoke rolling from her cigarillo lingered in my nostrils and proved to snap me awake. Had I just been dozing off before?

“So, what’ve they got you pegged for?” She plopped down next to me and I could feel her gaze lingering over me – she was motioning towards my studies.

“Social work and substance counselling.”

The chuckle that followed was hindered by a cough. I raised a brow as she collected herself, taking another puff before speaking once more, “so, you’re supposed to be like the model citizen of the Commonality, eh”

I twisted my mouth and furrowed my brow, “I guess so.” It was easy enough to see she was mocking me, but I was not sure if it was personal or not.

“So,” I offered back, “what’s your vocation?”

“Cremation mostly. Coroner, when something interesting happens. My mentor is a hag – always talking aloud, supposedly, to the dead. She goes on about spirits and what-not.” She shrugged but turned her eyes on me with a wry grin as if expecting. “You wanna meet her?”

I could do little else but nod my head. Her grin only grew before she took another long drag and then snuffed her cig and began to stand.

“Fair warning,” she turned a sidelong glance on me, “she doesn’t get along with the living, much.”

~~~~~

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Exercise Your Writing

With the Daily Prompt being removed from our lives, some of us may need another source to jog our creative brains. I have been struggling, honestly.

I was recently introduced to Quora, which is a site dedicated to asking and answering questions. I find it to be incredibly entertaining with questions like “what is the worst fiction writing advice you’ve heard?” and answers that range from in depth analysis to social media-esque punchlines.

Anyway, I found a question that asked me about the potential interaction I would have with a female character on the last game I played. Well I play a ton of RPGs so naturally this happened to be a character I wrote. It allowed me to take a chance and think about the character I had designed and how someone else might feel about the time they had with them.

I think it is a wonderful writing exercise and I just wanted to spread the love.

And if you are interested in the post, you can see it here.