Lost

"We're lost."

"No, no, we're not. We just don't know where we're going. I know exactly where we are, and I know how to get back to where we were."

"The definition of the word 'Lost' is: having gone astray or missed the way; bewildered as to place, direction, etc. We do not know where we are going, we've left the correct path, so we are lost. "

"Ah? So we are lost according to your dictionary. According to me, we are NOT lost."

"You can't decide what words mean! The dictionary decides!"

"Someone wrote the dictionary. What set that person apart? Why is it that we all need to fall in line with the meanings that person attached to words? Why can't we free ourselves from such boundaries? The first step to change is to change your thinking, my friend, and you're still thinking in English."

Regret

Ali laughed as he soared through the air.

Then gravity reasserted its authority, and he hit the ground, rolling, then on his feet again, he ran.


"You ran here," Abu said as he sat up in bed.

"Ah, how'd you know? I'm not even breathing hard!"

"You've got that happy twinkle in your eyes," he smiled, "And also, I heard your 'woohooo!'even though your apartment is ten blocks away. Do you have to jump out the window every time? You're going to regret it one day, all that stress on your bones and what not."

He laughed, "Don't worry, I'm invincible, you know."

"You're crazy, that's what I know."


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"Pssssst. Pssssst! Come on, let's go!"

He wondered how Ali managed to shout AND whisper at the same time.

"What are you doing here? It's 5 in the morning!"

Hey... he could do it too after all.

"Let's go watch the sun rise."

Damn him and his twinkly eyes.


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Abu coughed. Abu died.


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"I... never told him how I felt."

Ali laughed as he soared through the air.




The End

Fly

It's a bunch of meandering nonsense! Read it! And tell me if there's anything I need to edit, I wrote it while half-asleep, forgive me.


I felt the ant make its way across my chest. It was ticklish, but not unbearably so. At any other time, I would have crushed it, but not today. It was too hot, and I was too bored. So I watched it, as it made its way across my chest, and I wondered, does it know how close it came to death? Did it know that it was on a human being? So bored... So hot...


I felt wet air rush past my face. Then I broke out of the cloud, and the endless blue sky stretched out before me. Although the sun was strong and bright, it was still cold, up so high. The warmth of the Magic Flying Pork Bun under me helped. It was wonderful. Alone up here. The heat of the sun on my face, the warm smells of Pork Bun below me, and no troubles in sight.

Suddenly, it began to shrink.

"There's not enough room!" cried Kristy.
"Jared, you have to jump!" said Jeannette.

They were on the MFPB too, and it would not fit three. I jumped. And I flew.

Faster then the Pork Bun ever could. Faster than sound. Faster than light. So fast, that I couldn't even tell how fast I was going. I couldn't even tell if I was flying.

I wasn't. I wasn't flying. I fell.

The air was thick, like jelly, I kicked desperately, flapped my arms, it helped, but oh so slightly. And I kept falling. And a giant mouth, so full of giant teeth, opened beneath me. For a moment, so afraid. I could not push myself upwards anymore, but I still had some control, just enough, just enough to aim...


When I emerged from the blackness, I was in a prison cell. There were others with me, in the cage. We seemed to be underground, in some kind of cave or cavern, but it was well-lit, even though I could not spot any source of light.

The others were thin, weak, and sickly-looking. I limped to the one closest to me, there was a huge weight chained to one of my legs. I asked him where we were. Slowly, he looked up. His eyes, they were so empty.

"They can't help you. They won't help themselves, even."

I turned around to face the speaker. She was so small, the tips of her short, spiky hair would not even reach my chest. But she was so strong. And her eyes, they twinkled, they sparkled, they burned.

And she said, "Let's get out of here."

As we ran through the dark tunnels, she explained that this was not my world. This was a world... ruled by Indians! A dark world where all non-Indians were captured and enslaved. Then he was in front of us. The great dark overlord Ravindran.

I punched him. Or, more accurately, I tried to punch him. My fist never really got there, it seemed as though the whole universe suddenly decided to grab on to my elbow and pull me back. I gritted my teeth and fought forward, snarling... And then time stopped, and I heard her say:

"I said, let's get out of here."


She pulled me through a golden field. I saw a woman with the head of a lioness, her naked body covered in fur. I saw a young girl child bite into the neck of a man, his screams of pain and pleasure fading as She pulled me quickly past. She pulled me into a small, dark room, and I locked the door behind us. I reached out to pull her close, but as I touched her, she turned into nothing, mere smoke that drifted gently past me, leaving me alone, with only the memory of her scent in my mouth.

I opened the door of the janitor's closet and walked out into the school corridor. I was still in a daze as I walked to the canteen. Why didn't I get her number? Wait. I didn't even get her name...

Everyone is laughing. Why is everyone laughing? Oh yeah. It's because I'm naked. But why? It's not funny at all. So they stopped laughing.

I rolled my shoulders and stretched out my arms, reaching up to the ceiling. First my fingers touch it, then my palms press against it, soon my head reaches the top, and I have to bend my legs and crouch down to fit in the building. I push, and the roof comes off. Still I grow. I leave the ground and the tiny humans far behind me as I take a step out of the city, towards the sea. Another step and I've reached the water, but it is shallow, and I barely make a splash. Another step, I've walked off the planet.

I'm alone in the dark again. So cold. Then I see a small light. A tiny flame hanging in the void. I draw near, and cup my hands around it. It's not enough, and still I feel cold. It gets smaller, it's starting to fade. Frantically I grasp at it, and it disappears in my hand.

And then there was Nothing.

Alice in Wonderland: 3

Chasing white Bunny
Girl Alice finds Wonderland.
Taste pleasure, drink pain.

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Down a deep dark Hole
Falling past Beasts with two backs.
Past too fast to touch.

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When do cats eat bats?
Who gets high from eating pie?
Dreaming as she fell.

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Holy Communion

He stands in front of her. Naked.

"This is my body."

He raises his arm. Bites deep. Eyes meet.

"This is my blood."

Hesitant still, she is.

"Come, taste and see that I am good."

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She feeds. The light in his eyes fade. A weak whisper.

"Remember me."

The Smell of Aged Adventure/ INFIDELS! *fist up*

Introduction
This is a story that Denise wrote, and I finished. As you read it, keep in mind the questions, "What is the smell of aged adventure?" "How does this story have anything to do with INFIDELS?" and "Who the heck names their daughter Ike?"


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“I’m home!” I heard my mother say as she closed our front door and headed to the kitchen with the groceries that she had bought for the week. They usually included just enough for two, she and I. Ever since we moved here, my father hadn’t been spending much time with us. Every night, he’d come home when everyone was already asleep. It did not look like my parents were at the greatest point of their marriage life.

When I heard the door slam, I groaned to show her that I had heard her and then continued trying to solve the problem that was in front of me.

“If the train moves west at a speed of 25mph, what time will it reach its destination 30 miles away?” I mumbled to myself, trying to apply the notes we had taken during class earlier that day.

I could hear the sounds of pots and pans knocking against each other, evidence that my mother was cooking dinner that night. She didn’t always cook dinner; there would usually have to be a special day or event for her to bring her culinary skills to the table.

Before long, dinner was ready and the table was set. What confused me was that there was a third placemat set. Could my father be coming home to eat? If he did, it would be a first in the last six months.

“Mom, why is there a third placemat set? Is Dad coming home to eat?”

“Oh, no,” she said, with a mischievous smile, “We have a special guest today.”

“Who is it?” I asked, while trying to figure out who it might be.

Could it be Aunt Linda? Or perhaps Grandmother decided to drop by, I thought. I loved it whenever Grandmother came to stay with us; she always bought me presents and would personalize it with a note of encouragement, usually about my studies or my family.

Mother refused to budge and so I gave up. Because the mystery guest had not arrived yet, I decided to continue on my math. I somehow felt excited about the special guest, yet there was a tiny feeling deep inside that was worrying. I wasn’t sure what it was that was causing it so I tried to forget it and focused on math.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and my mom ran excitedly to open it. I looked at her in curiosity as she passed, wondering what, or rather who, might be the cause of all her sudden happiness. The door opened. I heard murmurs, as if this mystery person and my mother had planned this surprise all along.

My mother was laughing as if she had no cares in the world. Walking arm-in-arm beside her was the mystery guest. It was a man; a handsome one at that. They were walking towards me and suddenly the thought entered my head, “Mom is having an affair!”

My breathing began to increase and the room suddenly felt like an oven. Thoughts began to rise rapidly in my head. My head was spinning. I could not believe I had never thought of it earlier. Mom was an attractive and lonely woman. He was a good-looking man, but there was something about him that I did not like the second I laid eyes on him. Was it the permanent smirk-like mouth he had on while walking towards me? Was it because when he stepped in the house, he smelled like aged adventure? Or could it be that he just looked almost too perfect? The color of his hair told me he was at his 50s - a dark hue of brown that was turning grey. Even so, he didn't seem to be short of charm and attractiveness.

I kept reminding myself not to make assumptions. There must be a logical explanation to his visit. Maybe he was just a really close gay friend that my mother had made at work? Or some old acquaintance passing through town that my mother felt obliged to entertain over dinner? My head continued to spin even faster as I saw them approaching in slow motion. I wouldn’t have minded if I could have fast-forwarded to when I would be alone in my room thinking about what had just happened.

They finally entered the dining room, where I sat, dumbfounded at all that was going on. I pinched myself as a reminder that they could see through the transparent expression on my face. They stood, while I sat, in silence for awhile.

“Hi,” I managed, with a put-on smile, “I’m—“

“Honey, this is your father,” my mother interrupted me.

I screamed hysterically. How else did my mother and this strange stranger who could not be my father expect me to react? I jumped violently from my seat onto the table and shouted into my mother’s face, “What is wrong with you?! This is not Dad! Dad is fat, balding and smells of beer and cheap perfume, not aged adventure!”

“Calm down, Ike.”

I was calm. What had just happened? I was confused, but no longer hysterical. My mind felt like a lizard under a hot afternoon sun; sluggish, slow. The racing thoughts of a moment before were now floundering in a viscous, murky soup.

“I am your father,” said the man who looked too perfect. And smelled like leather and books. Soft, old leather and musty, forgotten tomes. The smell of aged adventure.

I believed him. I didn’t know why. Who was the person I thought of as “Dad”? Why did my mother marry him? What were we having for dinner? I never found the answers to those questions.

My father told me that I believe because I know. I know that I’m different, that I don’t belong. 15 years ago, he came to Earth to begin an experiment. It was time to bring back the results.