《Robin's Shorts》 Young Love (Part 1 and 2) -I wrote this for a creative writing class to dip my toes into dialogue and scripts. Young Love First part: A twelve year old boy named Elfram sits in the garden on a bench as a he contemplates over what has just happened. Then a girl name Vindeline, the same age as the boy, walks over with a skip in her step. She goes over to her friend Elfram as she waves towards when she sees him from a distance. A kind smile is on her lips. Elfram looks at Vindeline blushing and sort of waves to her. No grin befalls him as the girl walks over to the bench. Vindeline stands next to Elfram and tilts her head like a confused puppy towards him. Elfram simply shrugs and gives her an awkward smile. He seems to be straining for words after what happened earlier. After a few moments on contemplating, Vindeline sits next to Elfram on the bench, leans in towards him, and pecks him on the cheek. Only a few seconds of silence constricts Elfram from any action until he squeals and jerks off of the bench. He land on his butt in the dirt with more red on his face than before. The two look at each other until Vindeline start to giggle.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Elfram joins in with the laughing as he sits in the gravel. Vindeline gets off of the bench and sits on her knees next to Elfram. She suddenly wraps her arms around Elfram¡¯s neck and hugs him tightly. Blushing only a little this time, Elfram accepts the contact with a smile on his face. Second part: A twelve year old Scottish boy named Elfram ruffles his brown bobby-cut hair to get the strands out of his musky-yellow eyes. He walks down the hall and opens the door into the kitchen. He is met by a lovely looking lady that is his age. The girl has brown skin and long thick hair that is light blue like the sky with a touch of silk to it. She¡¯s wearing a faded mint-green dress today and her name is Vundeline. A hint of blush smacks Elfram in the face as he continues to stare at his friend. ¡°Oh, uh¡­ Hello Vindeline¡­ I didn¡¯t realize that you would be helping me today.¡± Vindeline nods with a smile on her face, ¡°Of course I would come and help you. I know how ¡°precise¡± and picky you can be.¡± Vindeline makes a girlish chuckle and then begins to sprinkle spices into a simmering pot. Elfram takes a small spoon to taste the dish. ¡°It could use some more oregano.¡± He states as he¡¯s still contemplating over the stew. ¡°You know, it¡¯s only been cooking for very long, I haven¡¯t placed all of the ingredients in, Elfram!¡± Vindeline says as her hands land on her hips in insult. ¡°Ah yes, you¡¯re quite right Vin. I suppose I should apologize.¡± Elfram says as he puts the spoon down. As he takes another step, Vindeline moves out of the way. ¡°Could you hand me the olive oil please?¡± He points to it on the counter. She nods and walks over and back only to have her feet met by spilled water from the sink and slams her back onto the ground. ¡°Ah!¡± She screams with a fright. Elfram reacts of course by attending to her, but also catches the liquid beneath his feet and loses his balance. He topples and lands right over Vindeline with some grace. Realizing that his face is so close to hers, Elfram¡¯s face is once again stricken with red and his irregular breathing fogs up Vindeline¡¯s glasses. The poor boy is frozen stiff with embarrassment and young love. The Story of Tornah The Story of Tornah Once upon a time there was a little girl named Tornah. She wondered far from her land to escape its tragedies. After many years of travel on the sea, she came across a patch of great mass and set her position on the shore. She traveled even further to the center and found herself at ease. From here she began to construct her own castles and small buildings. It was easy for her as the place she came from it was common for people to have what others would call godly powers. People who lived near this landmass began to hear of this young lady with great powers and creating a small city of her own. Curious and amazed of the news, they came to visit the new village and marveled at the splendor of one small child. She welcomed them and was full of so much love. As a few years passed and her age remained young, the people decided to stay and became her humble servants. Her kingdom was finished and she ruled over it in peace, everyone loved her. However, over the hundreds of years during her rule, her age finally began to wither her body into an elderly queen. As she lay on her bed with her last moments, her final order wearily slipped through her deteriorated lips, ¡°My body has become weak and frail, I can no longer look over you in this form. Please, be kind to one another while I watch you from the heavens. Be love for the world, my children, as I was love for you.¡± At last, her spirit gave up on her physical form and her body became that of the night stars, floating into the heavens where her ultimate castle hovered above the observing citizens. Sadly, though, four of her most beloved servants began an outcry of who should take Tornah¡¯s place as ruler of the land. Each of them argued for themselves to be the next heir to the thrown while the rest of the people followed alongside their favorite servant. A great war planted its roots into their hearts and sprung for battle in four separate parties. The war was short, but not without ending with innocent blood shed and bitter hearts of the four divided kingdoms. A hundred years came and went until the young generation of the territories were uneducated in the land¡¯s history. They forgot why they despised their neighbors and have simply placed their anger on a shelf hidden in their libraries. The newest generation of prince and princesses became age of adult of one royal heir to each of the four kingdoms: North, South, East, and West. The four developed a divine urge to take a journey to the center of the great land where the ruins lay dormant. Once they arrived, a great castle of broken bricks and moss awaited them at the very center. They each approached with their own individual curiosity and finally met one another. The young men and women were aware that they should find distaste at the sight of their enemy, but a stronger force compelled them to remain calm and conversate. Stunning the four, they conversed well and quickly became friends.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. The time came for the royal kin to travel back to their castles and keep their friendship a secret from the kings and queens who still held hatred to one another, however, they were not careful as to who was watching their secret meeting. A shepard from one of the lands was out in this very field trying to rescue one of his sheep when he spotted all four of the heirs emerge from Tornah¡¯s castle and being marry with each other. Unbelieving of what he saw, the shepard took hold of his lamb and ran back to his kingdom to tell of his finding. Enraged, this king sent out a message threatening to enact another war against the other kingdoms. He then went to his heir and interrogated the poor soul until they gave up their knowledge of secretly meeting the others. After this, the other three kings and queens gathered to invoke their rage against each other. Each couple thought that the opposing side was responsible for allowing their children to interact with the enemy. Not willing to give up their faults, each of the eight hearts grew more in blinding fury. Tornah, however, looked down upon her beloved kingdom and wept as a spirit to their disunity. Her tears fell upon the land and invoked a curse for it to express the four kingdoms the way that their hearts have grown. The North had developed a whimsical pride and was sent into the sky against the harsh weather that dwelled within the clouds whilst hindering their trade market. Stone began to encrust the southern kingdom deep into the earth to be isolated and forgotten for their hearts were not passionate. A fire of rage from the East engulfed their land in the form of a desert and drove them into a famine. Lastly, the West threw themselves into a slothful despair in hopes to pity their way to victory and so their kingdom was sent to the bottom of the ocean to drown their wails. Sadly, the everlasting separation of the four kin brought them to death from broken hearts. Their spirits were sent into the sky to Tornah¡¯s greatest castle to weep with her. To this day, all five of these truly kind souls continue to shed tears on the four dead kingdoms, hoping for peace to befall the land once again. To the Shore of no More To the Shore of no More A large rock sticks out from the ocean exposed to the blue sky as waves crash into it and melt back into the depths. With each bash a mighty roar resounds from the waves, diminishing into a white, foamy growl; and then repeats its cycle. A man with torn and soaked clothing sits huddled in the middle of this large and harassed boulder. Every time the foamy teeth of the ocean squirts at him, he cringes away from the cold sting. Blood drips from his poorly wrapped feet and then gets washed off from the salty waters. He had shoes, once, real shoes; but after a while they got soggy and cold. They were doing more harm than good by freezing his feet, and so he chucked them into the deep. He tore some cloth from his feet hoping that it would be some sort of protection from the sharp edges of the rock. His arse is becoming sore again and so he stands for his feet to take the pressure, then again, his entire body aches from the constant tension he has from being stuck on this tombstone of his. Whenever he takes to his feet, though, he catches a glimpse of an island in the distance. He can see the green vegetation covering the small land in joy, mocking his puny and threatening kingdom. However, every time he glances at the floating sand bed, hope begins to swell in him, that there is a way to escape. All he has to do is jump from the edge in the proper direction, dive into the depths, and swim his way to freedom. But what lies is the rippling blue? He has watched the birds from afar dive in from the sky before and come out with a fish between their beaks. His stomach groans to the thought of food. He can''t remember the last time his belly was satisfied with sustenance. To think of it now, he can''t think of a time before he was trapped on this God-forsaken rock. All he remembers is constantly fighting his body to endure the relentless cold and bashing waves; trying to mentally to mentally beat at his hunger and fatigue just to keep breathing; hoping that someday he can be far away from this watery hell. He''s had enough! His eyes close and he breathes in to gather enough gumption. His fists clutch to surge the small amount of energy within him throughout his body and gazes to the island. He then stares down at the thrashing ocean with determination and takes one last deep breath. His shaky knees bend and he jumps from the edge of the rock. To be consumed by his enemy meant victory for him, or so he thought. Despite his great effort of paddling with his arms and propelling with his legs, the great push of a wave thrusts him backwards and his back slams into the boulder. A burst of carbon dioxide expels from his lungs from the impact, but the tide mercilessly pulls him in away from the pillar and smashes him in again. For the third time, he fights through the pain and grabs hold of the rock. He uses the force to climb up for refuge. After coming back to the middle of his territory, he looks to the vicious waves in frustration and curses them. Once his will-power comes back to a full charge, he stands again and faces south of the savory island. Perhaps he can try from an easier side and swim around. He prepares his body like last time and dives into the mouth of the great beast. Again, the waves force him back into the boulder, but this time he catches the rhythm and paddles with the low tide. It takes longer than he would have liked, and certainly more energy exerted, but eventually he makes a good distance away from the pillar. His head pops out of the water for air and a smile forms on his lips to see the rock away from him. His long and gray beard gladly soaks up the salty water in protest to the bearing boulder. It''s been a while since he''s felt the muscles of his mouth expand to express a happy emotion. He does need to press on, though, or he will die from the waves pulling him under and suffocating him. His swimming directs him around the rock until he believes he''s in the direction of the island.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. He can also tell which way to go from the direction the birds fly. They always head back to the island after they catch a fish or two for their babies. The strain on his body begins to tire his muscles and slow him down. Eventually, he stops in hopes of giving his body a rest as his head barely pokes out of the water. At this point he can spot the green hills on the landmass. He just has to keep pushing himself and he''ll be there soon. Just before he decides to continue on with his journey, he''s suddenly sucked underwater with an incredible amount of pain in his right leg. He screams underneath the surface in a bubbling panic. The man manages to constrict his lungs so that no more oxygen escapes them and looks to where his leg used to be. The red oozing out of his stub contrasts with the dark blue surrounding him. A blurry object swimming in the corner of his eye catches his attention and he snaps his head in the proper direction to see it. A shark stares back at him from the side of its head with bulging eyes. Anger is eminent on its face as the sharp triangular teeth stick out from the large mouth. He can see some red fog coming from its mouth in the shade of the same substance from his leg while it circles around him. A second shark pops into view behind the first one and shrinks the circle around him, waiting to take a chunk from his fragile and delicious body. One by one, a new shark comes out from the blue abyss to hover in circles around the poor man. He can''t fight all of them off, let alone have enough air in his lungs to make it back to the surface. The man remembers that he needs to breathe. He does his best to control his body as to not inhale the ocean water. His right arm compensates for the loss of his leg to balance himself in the sea as he struggles his way up to the surface where the light of the sun shines through. Never mind the sting surging through him or the fact that he''s about to be a tasty meal. All he needs is that fresh taste of oxygen again. But with one limb gone, he can''t get the needed momentum to reach the top of the waves. A big gray object surprisingly comes close to his face and stuns him slightly until he realizes that it''s a dolphin. The majestic creature looks into his eyes and awaits his touch. He holds onto the marine mammal and they both shoot to the surface. Finally, he''s able to breathe again as the creature swims its way towards the island in a rhythmic pattern corresponding to the waves. However, never has the wind given him such joy to know that he will surely reach a new way of living. The island grows as he approaches the shores. He''s so close. The glory is almost his. His attention then comes to the lightness of his head. The vision of the island becomes fuzzy with every passing second. The grip on the dolphin loosens without his knowledge and his slips back into the salty ocean with barely enough energy to stay conscious. He watches the sunlight piercing through the surface with a dull mind and the loving dolphin be attacked by one of the sharks. The poor creature is overcomed by a multitude of large, carnivorous fish picking their share of meat off of it. The man''s sight begins to darken, but not before he feels pain all over his body. He tries to motion his remaining limbs around, but nothing seems to happen. His vision keeps twirling and changing perspectives away from the yellow glow. Eventually, the pain dissipates as the darkness consumes him. No more thoughts, no more pain, no more memories; just the watery blackness. ----------------------- Swallowing their large crumbs of the four-limbed salty creature and rubbery arch-nemesis, the sharks take their fill for the month and continue their journey across the ocean in search of food in the distance for when their bellies will crave food once again. Today they''ve scored victory over nature, but without the knowledge that they too will be consumed by their very home in due time. Kyyus Life Kyyu¡¯s Life Kyyu walks through her empty house as she looks at all the dusty nick-knacks. Her loneliness over comes her to the brink of sanity. "Why don''t I get any visitors?" She asks herself. "Is it because I''m a monster?" The blonde haired girl-looking creature sits on the old couch with gloom. Her big blue eyes stare into oblivion for what seems like moments. Kyyu sighs and gets up to walk towards the front door. "Let''s see what this lifeless planet has in store for today." Her hand pushes the door open and steps onto the porch. She breathes in the fresh air, lets out a deep sigh, and continues on with her journey. Vensen, her father, left her on this uninhabited earth because she was of no use to him. Kyyu was supposed to be a born experiment on how Vensen works, but she became faulty because she was too emotional, unlike him. The planet has an unlimited source of food that appears were it should and strangely has no internet. What would be the point of a social network on a blank globe anyway? She has all the books, tapes, DVDs, and other recordings from the original earth so she can watch all of those if she wants. She has nothing else to do really.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. The seemingly normal mutant walks through a nearby town to look at all the stores. "I wonder what style I can find that suits me." Kyyu has been wearing the same outfit for a while now. A red V-neck tank top, black jacket, black shorts, and black combat boots. The same thing for over 5 million years. "C''mon where are the damn good looking ones?!" She shouts out loud to the stores. "Give me something hot damn it! Oh what a cute little dress!" She rips the colorful piece of clothing from the stand behind the glass while she¡¯s positioned in the shop. "I love the mint green to it and everything! How much is this beauty?" She looks at the meaningless price tag which tells her that it costs over fifty dollars. "I can totally afford that!" She says cordially. Kyyu walks over the cash register like any girl would. "I would like to buy this please." No one responds of course so she goes to the other side of the counter and smashes the machine open with her fist. She pulls out five of ten dollar bills. "Thank you for shopping here." She says to herself. Then before she walks out the door she calls out to herself, "Have a nice day!" A look of sadness befalls her face before she officially leaves. Her face looks to the ground in disappointment as the dress drags along the pavement of the street. ¡°No one ever tells me that.¡± Lucid Dreams (part 1 and 2) Lucid Dreams Part One He pants in as much air as he can while sweating through the thin green-moisture-wicking-sweater as he bolts down one hallway after the other. His big and mucky yellow eyes peer around for anything that might become an obstacle or an exit as they barely hide underneath his brunette hair that has a slight hint of red in it. The soles of his sneakers begin to wear out from pounding against the wooden floorboards that creak from his quick footsteps. His young body keeps him energized as one closed door passes him after the other, but there seems to be no end to this labyrinth he''s in. ''Where''s the exit in this damn place?!'' He questions to himself in frustration as his lungs strive for more air. ''Why can''t I get out of here?! There has to be an escape route somewhere!'' the sky explodes with a thunder bolt and disrupts the noise of rain outside the mansion, but the boy does not cease his search for freedom from the house. Suddenly, on a turn to the next hallway, something new presents itself, a mirror... The boy stops once he sees this new object in the setting, it must mean something... He takes his time, slowly stepping towards the mirror with every ounce of caution in his steps and not keeping his eye off it. Once he and the mirror are finally face to face he stares at his own shadowy reflection in the dark of night with great attention. The rain continues to pour down and keep the dreadful silence away from this moment, but this is still not enough to ease the boy with his suspicion that''s placed on his own reflection. Another flash of lightning illuminates the room to show the details of himself in the mirror, as the second passes by he doesn''t find anything out of place with himself. Long seconds go by before another rode of electricity from the cloudy sky strikes the earth to brighten the scene. Still nothing to be worried about. Out of the darkness, just behind him, there''s an unfamiliar figure that sticks out. Was that always there? What is it anyway? The boy now focuses in on the odd matter, but dares not to turn around... Why won''t he move?... Elfram jolts within his bed and awakes to the new day that awaits him. His eyes squint which forces him to search on the cabinet next to his bed for his glasses next to the alarm clock. Feeling the frames on his fingertips he snatches them and adjusts the frames to fit his face properly as he sits up. With his vision fixed he looks to the clock for the time. 3:09am The little boys sighs from his routine of early rising. It''s not uncommon for him to wake up at this hour, but for some reason it''s always nine minutes past three in the morning. He''s told his parents about this and so they''ve tried to do anything they can to make his sleep apnea stop along with his own recording of the habit, but nothing seems to work. He always wakes up exactly at 3:09am, no matter what he or the doctors have done, it''s always nine after three in the morning. He opens the top drawer of his cabinet and pulls out a diary that he''s been using for a month now. This mental disorder, though, has been occurring since he was about six, that''s the earliest he can remember. The dreams aren''t new to him, but it wasn''t until recently since he''s said anything about it, his twelfth birthday in October last year. Elfram also takes out the pen that he leaves in there specifically for his dream diary, thanks to his Obsessive Compulsion Disorder. The lamp placed behind his alarm clock must be turned on before he can even think to start his entry and so he twists the little knob and makes it go click to lighten up his bed space. Before telling the story of his dream he properly places the date at the top of the fresh page, "May, 20, 2016, 3:09am." This is how he starts all his entries, and that''s how they all must begin. Now he can continue on to recording his lucid dream. "Dear Diary, I had yet another strange dream that woke me up at my usual hour. As any other dream, I can''t remember the beginning or how it got to this, but I can tell you what I remember. I was running through a maze of hallways within a really creepy mansion... I think it was a mansion... Well, it was a big house, and I had the compulsing urge to escape, so I ran. It was night so it was dark in there, but there was also rain and lightning, I guess that helped with my vision... But then at the end of one hall I stumbled upon a mirror... That thing was creepy, but I walked up to it anyway and for some reason examined my own reflection as the lightning would periodically light up the room... And then I woke up...Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! My thoughts on this particular dream: Do I somehow feel trapped? Is it because of my OCD? Do I have too many insecurities for my own good? Is that why I''m so suspicious about myself; that would explain the mirror I suppose... Sincerely yours, Elfram." With a little grin on his face for doing such a good job at reporting he neatly places the pen and dream diary back into the drawer before he closes it. After that he makes sure to turn off his little lamp, and simply sits in his bed waiting for dreamland to take over him again. Despite his constant attempt with this every morning, he doesn''t feel sleepy anymore, even if he didn''t write down what he remembered of his dream. So instead of sitting in the darkness and waiting for the sun to show, Elfram turns his lamp back on and opens the drawer beneath the top one to whip out a book for reading until the sun may also arise. Part Two One Mississippi-two Mississippi... She counts the seconds that go by. Three Mississippi-four Mississippi... She can''t remember how many times she''s had to start over with her counting all because she couldn''t remember what number she was on. Seven Mississippi-eight Mississippi... It''s nothing but a loop with no beginning or end. The darkness gives her no indication of how much time has passed. It tells her no tails of anyone else that may have been here before her. There''s nothing here, just her voice. Fifteen Mississippi-twenty Mississippi... What comes after twenty again? Did she even count that correctly? Does fourty come before ten? She''s been counting so much that all the numbers are jumbled up in her head now. No matter to the pattern or the order of what digit comes first. Why is it important anyway? Why is she here in the first place? How did she get here? Has she always been here? Perhaps rambling about something else will ease her mind of boredom and insanity. One plus one equals two... Maybe some simple math will help her remember the order of numbers. Adding simple figures out loud is surpressing the shakiness that''s been building up inside of her as of late. She can hear her own voice a little better now. After counting in one line for so long has made her become dull and deaf to the sound of her own vocals. She then realizes that she''s forgotten her own name. What was it again? Does she even have a name? If not, what would it hurt if she named herself? It''s not like she knows anyone. What would she name herself, though? All she can remember are numbers. Why is that? Are there any other facts and or forms of knowledge that she knows about from the top of her head? Five hundred plus five hundred equels three... Is she even doing this right? Who makes the rules of math anyway? It might be best to go to a different subject. Names of countries sound nice, in alphabetical order. Australia, Bolivia, Canada, Denmark, Etheopia... Does she have a family? Why have these questions come to her mind now of all times? When did she even contract her consiousness? Enough of the inquiries, there''s no point to ask them if there are no answers. She knows facts and that''s all that matters. If any thing, she can make up her own story of her life. Hell, she doesn''t even have to be a girl. She can become he whenever he likes. France, Genova, Hungary, Italy, Jamaica, Kenya... His thoughts then move toward what sort of family he would have. What would his parents be like? A father who is strong and caring. A mother who is gentle and kind. Would he have any siblings? One could suppose. He could have an older sister, but not by much, maybe two years older than him. Then he can have a little brother, maybe five years younger. But then how old would he be? Would he be in his teens, twenties? He thinks it would be nice for him to be married to a lovely woman. She''s not over-the-top attractive, but fair-looking. She''s sweet and funny. They can also have a daughter, about three years old. Yes, that sounds like a happy family. Lichenstein, Morocco, Romania, Paris, Venice... No, no, no, that doesn''t sound right. Who makes these rules anyway? Who makes up these names and rules of existence? Why can''t he make up his own stuff? He desides to make up his own language. Fiirn?k, drechen, kalthopia, garmlen, hishtah, ?i?aak, glumek... He finds this more fun than trying to remember things properly. Actually, he could technically make up his own world. That sounds like fun! He could probably make up his own gender as well. Hell, it can make up whatever it wants, it''s not like there''s anyone here to stop it. There''s a whole space of emptiness for it to use up and play with. V¨¹shnah, rell, bip, inwapedi, yuuktah, tendah, mikibi, frell, tyun, opunak... It then starts to think about how long ago since it felt happy. This whole time it was contempt or depressed, but now it is happy. The realization that it doesn''t have anyone or anything to limit itself brings joy and frees it. Forms begin to shape around it from the mind until it creates a complete landscape. There''s grass, rolling hills, a blue sky with white clouds, a gentle breeze, and the wonderful sound of trees ruffling their leaves to the wind. Surely there can also be people and animals here. It tries a little harder to think of what sort of people should be here. Yes, friendly and calm people. That should complete this world. This is the end of darkness and lonliness, of failure and being unsure. It is now time for it to actually live instead of simply being consciouss. It is time, to be more. Among the Stars AMONG THE STARS His tail flows through his own pool of star as his fins guide him in twirls of galaxies. One spiral of stars and planets, though, has remained his favorite for a long while now. He¡¯s watched it evolve from a large star that imploded in on itself and gathered debris from other stars. He remembers the space dust bunching together until other smaller stars began to form in groups and make these smaller orbs called planets. It doesn¡¯t seem long ago, how one little planet caught his eye out of the eight others that emerged from a rather tiny star. He enjoyed watching this little planet evolve from its beginning with multiple life forms coming into existence and becoming more over time. It warms his heart to hover over this particular planet and watch the little creatures from afar. To express his love and interest to the life forms of this planet, he allows the light from the stars to reflect off his sleek scales. As time went forward of his relationship with this planet, he noticed that some of the creatures began to take a basic outline of his image. He took notice to how they would move through the blue liquid with ease just as he does through the stars. Sometimes he catches himself chuckling at the way they sprint through this fluid and hop out of it occasionally. Some of the creatures managed to flop out of the liquid and land onto something more solid. The strange substance is more crunchy and difficult to travel through than the blue stuff that the critters were living in. However, this didn¡¯t weaken his interest in their development. From then on the critters started to take on a different form, a more odd-looking one. The creatures with his form still exist, but now there is a new species. They have four wiggly things protruding from their bodies instead of fins, and two of them to travel around this solid thing that floats in the liquid. To them, it must have felt like an eternity to have of advanced intelligence. He recalls when they began to form groups within the species. They began to split and call themselves different things." "Israelite, Palestine, Greek, Turkish," what do all these words mean to them? Despite their sudden quarreling, however, the Greeks specifically finally begin to take notice of his performance from above. They stand amazed and record his movements in the stars from their small planet, praising his beauty and prosperity at the beginning of their year. This pleases him. Finally, after giving them so much of his undivided attention, they now give him their''s in return. They study his patterns and record his movements in the sky, and he gladly performs for them with grace. They even gratefully give him a name, Pisces. Pisces, the constellation. They also have given his form a name, a fish. And, a name for what the other fish live in as well, the ocean. How wonderful it is to know what he is!The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. His joy lasts for many years, his people giving him all of this attention. Not long does it last, however, as the humans begin to stray away from worshiping him and move on to another god, science. They have not forgotten Pisces completely, but instead have decided that he isn''t real, that it doesn''t make sense for him to exist. They start to explain the phenomena of the world with this so-called science. This is how rain is made, this is why they have spring, this is how that star constellations move in space. He is now nothing more to them than a dazzling picture in the night sky. This does not bother him so much as to what their science is doing to their planet. He watches in horror as the humans rage war against each other and develop something called the Atom Bomb. They''ve also discovered radioactivity and nuclear warfare. This chills him to his very core. They now have the power of a star''s core in hand, and they are slowly killing their home with it as they live with a smile on their faces. Luckily, they quickly understand the pain that they are causing. Some fight to save their planet, some only care about the fortune they make, and still others simply don''t care. Pisces finds it sad, yet intriguing to see how much the humans have changed over the years. They have more will and sense of self now. He can''t help but chuckle inwardly whenever someone uses the word "selfish" because it has the word "fish" at the end. It always makes him wonder if it means that a person is a fish, but of course, he understands that they use it for people who care only for themselves. Now that he thinks about it, a lot of people are being called that now, selfish, they''re acting that way as well. Is that why the planet is slowly dying? More years go by and the humans are now becoming a new species, formed by their own nuclear waste. He finds it so fascinating to see how the creatures have completely changed in appearance again. They now have four arms instead of two and have six eyes. They even speak an entirely new language derived from their humam ancestors. They now call themselves Cah-Rahs. They have also given the planet a new name from earth, Shrutha. The Cah-Rahs have developed advanced space equipment compared to what the humans had. They are now having regular space travels far beyond their solar system in search of other life forms. How can they not understand that he is a life form? Have they forgotten him and the other gods? How long will they roam about before the universe ends and he dies with it? With this though, his heart begins to break. Yes, they come back to their home regularly, but they are leaving him each time they step onto a ship and travel across the galaxy. He overhears them of talking about someday leaving the Milky Way. Do they mean for good? If they leave the planet forever, what would that leave him with? Would he be left behind with a bunch of dead planets and stars? He then remembers how little life is left in their star, Sol. Perhaps, it''s best for them to leave. And, who says he can''t come along with them? Maybe then they will remember the relationship they once had with him. Maybe he can find a new and more profound spot in the skies from their new home. It sounds like a great adventure! It would almost be the same as being beside them! This thought encourages him to help their space travels. It could be possible for him to push their spaceships further than usual. He can also scope the universe in search of other planets that are suitable to be their replacement and guide them in that direction. They begin traveling to a new home, and he glides beside them, protecting them. He can feel the joy swelling inside of himself again. The love that he felt all those years ago, back to the beginning, has come back to bless him and his people. He is happy, and they are happy. There is nothing in this universe, big or small, that can break their bond. They will be together, forever. Amiodabi (I&II) Introduction: There''s a foul scent in the air. The mist hides a deformed creature. It serves with an eerie cheer. Amiodabi is not of the good soul. Amiodabi I Amiodabi... He doesn''t usually stay in one place as much, and he never seems to have his master for more than long. He travels from town to city to village and anywhere else, but without a trace on the trail. The createn limps with a bad leg and catches the attention of anyone who dares to do so; the Good Samaritan to show him kindness. The one who pauses to study him will always become curious and call to Amiodabi. "You there," They will say, "Why do you linger here? Why not stay at an inn?" And to them Amiodabi will reply, "Oh may God bless me even just a little!" He cries with a subtle agony from his hoarse throat. "I wish but to just have a place, even a small stack of hay, to lie my head and sleep peacefully!" The Good Samaritan will examine him some more with pity in their heart. "Have you no money I suppose?" They will ask. "Ah, no!" He will reply. "No one cares to lend me pay for labor, for you see, my leg here is almost useless; see!" Amiodabi takes a few steps and shows the pain it makes to simply walk.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. "Ah," responds the Samaritan, "I see, it would be a trouble to pay wages for that... But... Perhaps one can be flexible with this..." Amiodabi will turn to his examiner and study them. "Flexible you say?" "Yes, you can still do some work for a few coins. I won''t mind having the extra baggage." "What do you say here friend?" "I am willing to pay you with a room at the Inn for your services. I''ll only ask of you for what you''re capable of." The createn widens his eyes with joy and holds onto the Samaritan''s hand. "Oh Master, thank you so much! I can do anything you ask of me!" He violently shakes their hand in excitement. The Good Samaritan barely escapes with their limb intact and asks him the final question. "I say, what''s your name again?" The createn will answer with a big wrinkly smile to show his crooked teeth that are yellow from negligence, "the name be Amiodabi; but you, master, may call me Amio if you wish!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> II Poor Amio finds his loving master dead at his dining table, but is too numb in the head to understand the situation. "Master?" He touches the limp body slightly with no reaction from the other. Amio jumps to the realization. "Oh dear..." He says under his breath. "Who could have done this?" The creatin searches around the room for a clue and finally wanders into the kitchen. "Could I have missed something?" He wonders to himself. He begins to study the ingredients tjat he used to make his master''s dinner until he finds a box in the mix with the words "Pest poison." A grave look befalls his face and his demeanor becomes grim. "Oh my," he mutters to himself, "what have I done?" Without anymore hesitation, he runs into his room and begins to pack his things. ¡°This is not good,¡± he says as he prepares for departure in a hurried fashion. ¡°The authorities, they¡¯ll be on my tail about this!¡± Amio storms out of the house and begins his trail on the lonely road once more.