Awaken ~ They Tried To Steal My Memories

Stillness and silence. I open my eyes and see that we have just landed back at the base, and I recall how Patch injected me in the neck. There is no doubt in my mind now that Patch is nothing like me. Am I the only one that is totally different here? I thought that Patch perhaps… Patch gives me the stare so I quickly get up. Perhaps too quickly my head is pounding and I have to steady myself as we disembark the Pacific. Patch no longer pays me any attention as he marches straight ahead and I follow him to the lift at the other site of the dock.

I guard my thoughts from Patch as we step on to the lift platform. Our suits are immediately removed by purple-green light emanating from the panel in the wall. After we are disrobed and sterilized, Patch stares at the large panel on the wall. When his log is complete I take my turn and face the panel. My log is completed just as we reach our level. I follow Patch out of the lift but before I step out an invisible force blocks my way.  “Report to level three immediately!” a disembodied command sounds in my head.

Awaken-Mission of Struggle

Over the next few days I do, as I planned. I attach the tube every sleep cycle, and slowly most of the recalls stop. I concentrate on my tasks, and I am once again part of the efficient machine.
Only here and there I catch a glimpse of a recall. A sound, a scent, a face or a creature… A sort of a glitch here and there. I try my hardest not to dwell on it. But it’s as if I cannot help it. I seem to forget to not pay attention to the recalls and it gets me every time.

After another sleep cycle I hear the sound of drums and Patch and I walk down the hall passing others without looking at them. We never see any similar savages down here. Before my wonderings and noticing of things I’ve never seen a sane similar. My mind starts to wander. I enter a platform lift. It starts moving upwards and we take turns to have our clear body covering sprayed on by tiny spouts in the panel on the wall. The protective material is

Awaken-A Shattered Perception

Frozen to the spot I listen to the footsteps’ echo bouncing off the walls. The sound travels up the huge spiral ramp never dying completely. I spring into action. I hop on the wall and crawl all the way up to the ceiling. I hold my breath. Two bodies clad in black enter my vision field. To my astonishment they are not one of us. They are similars!  I am struggling to comprehend what it means. These similars are not savage, even the glow around them is different, colorful, not black or grey like the creatures from the lab. They carry weapons. Danger! They must not see me. They make sounds with their mouths to each other. Strange.

I wait for them to disappear behind the bend and make my way down. I reach the door at the bottom. It’s huge. I crawl up and look through the small window into another corridor. The lights are off, and I do not see a single living thing, but it looks very different to our level. The space is drenched in color, and there are objects everywhere, huge soft chairs and matching tables, and white panels blinking occasionally are hanging on the walls. Why don’t we have this? It looks rather pleasing. Another fragment flashes in my mind. Faces, lots of them. None I recognize. I am not sure what I am recalling. There is a sensation of softness, then pull…

Awaken Part 2-Soft Little Savage

Similar savages are much taller than us, but the one they brought in the other day was unusually small. Easily managed by just one body. A five fingered female. Still strange looking with head covering the color of a bright light and its small eyes like the masses of water we fly over on our flight missions. At first it screamed and trashed about like the rest of them. Normally, I would just strap it in and do the job, but this time I watched it for a little while like I watch everything nowadays, and to my amazement it went downright quiet. It reached at the exam screen, but pulled its hand away almost immediately, startled by the burst of colorful activity.

Awaken

I am not sure how many of us are down here. We do our work in the lab or go on missions, and every task is perfectly coordinated, we are like a perfect machine. Whatever it is, every morning we wake up and we know what needs to be done. It has always been like that, as far as I can remember, but lately I have been experiencing peculiar sensations that I cannot explain.

It is, as if before I was one with the others, just a part in a large organism, but now I feel somehow separated. A thought that scares me, yet excites me at the same time. We all look the same, but lately I have been noticing little differences between us. Somehow I know, I shouldn’t, but I do.

You Mean More to Me Than Cs

Everything Possible and Impossible

“I win!” I jumped up and run to the chalk-drawn line to pick up both Jacob’s and my chains of C’s. They were both mine now, I was the winner and my six year old heart was bubbling with excitement.

“No, you didn’t!” Jacob shouted. “My chain was closer to the line!”

“No, it wasn’t!” I spat back. “Mine was closer, I won and you are a sore loser!” I yelled clutching the treasure in my hand.

“Give it back!” shouted Jacob and ran towards me. I picked up all my Cs of the grey tile floor and dashed for an exit out of the tower block. Suddenly I felt something under my foot. Crunch! Jacob and I both froze. I moved my foot and we both stared at the pile of broken pieces.

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Why Beautiful Hurts and The Joy of the Palm Tree Gate

I watch the wind weave through the lush long grass. Each stem and its leaf dance in harmony with the others; all of them together are participating in pattern creation of endless possibilities. Suddenly the breeze notices me and ruffles my hair. It tickles my face and sweeps the hair over my eyes, I turn around and it turns with me. I turn again and the wind does the same…I realize, it’s playing with me, making me dance like it does with the grass  and the clouds above in the sky, and I smile. The wind confirms my thoughts by gently breathing my hair away from my eyes, so I can see into the distance. I inhale, and take the breeze into my lungs, it spreads through my veins into my heart like liquid gold, and I feel it in my soul. Oh, God, it’s beautiful, thank you.

The Twelfth House

Your words came out of the blue
Lightning in my heart
From a different life
I half left behind
My heart revived

I remember how I felt
A radiant glow
Causing my words to melt
I want you to know

There were forces at play
Your eyes reactivated in my brain
Why I was paralyzed in a way
I wanted you shine or rain

Forbidden Laugh

Everything Possible and Impossible

My father loves to laugh. If there is a funny scene in a movie, or if something funny happens, he laughs so hard that tears stream down his face, and when you hear him laughing like that, you can’t help but laugh too even though, you missed the funny scene. If something happens to his wife, kids, friends, neighbors etc. – it’s funny. However, if it happens to him – it is not funny, and nobody is allowed to laugh. If you do, you are sure to face his wrath.

One morning, as I was waking up in our two bed flat in Prague, I heard my father yelling in the bathroom. I moved closer to my bedroom door and cracked it open, so I could hear what he was mad about without him seeing me, because whatever it was, I would surely get told off for it.

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The First Draft Re-Write Agony

I was so happy when I finished the first draft of my novel, and thought that the hardest part of writing was behind me. How wrong was I!

As soon as I started, I ran into major stumbling blocks. Besides the more obvious ones such as grammatical errors, structure sentence, dialogue tags, showing versus telling, unnecessary scenes etc. etc. I identified the following:

Being too close to the character

Mainly due to the fact that my story is based on real life events, I struggle with one dimensional main character.  Nancy Kress  in her book Characters, Emotions and Viewpoint advises to change/add characters attributes, if you are basing your character on yourself or someone you know. For example, if you base your character on your aunt, who is a nurse that loves her job, try changing something about her. What would happen if she hated it?