(This is in response to the Weekly Writing challenge: The Power of Names. Hope you guys like it.)
A forgettable young man hurries along a crowded cosmopolitan street, int the middle of one of the busiest evenings of the Imperial Calendar*, New Year’s Eve. He is wearing a great trenchcoat made of heavy cloth, wrapped around his tall and slender physique. He eyes his surroundings, taking good, long looks into the shadowy alleys and corner stores. The faceless mass of people never noticed it, but there were bright, incandescent red eyes staring back at the man.
The traditional paper lanterns were suspended high above their heads on a metal line, lighted by the gentle flames within. Left and right, there were people offering good-luck charms, talismans of all shapes and sizes, as well as necessities for the New Year’s Eve dinner table. All of them overshadowed by the titans that were the skyscrapers and commercial buildings and department stores that dominate the Capitol, selling their own brand of life-giving baubles and regenerative elixirs.
But this “young” man is looking for a different type of absolution tonight, on this festive, festive night.
I’ve been on the run for several decades now. I can’t tell you exactly how I got into this mess, but it has something to do with me doing forbidden rites at the right place at the right time. Its given me an unholy long life, control over the Aethyr*, among other terrifying and inhuman feats.
All of it for the low, low price of my name.
And, no, do not consider it, not for one moment. Never relinquish your name, the one given to you at birth, until you have something to replace it with, or if you’re already on your way to Nirvana. You can’t possibly know what it feels like to live without a name. Of course, there would always be the inconvenience of having to fabricate an identity over and over again, but that’s just the beginning…
Your name is where the “YOU” that you think you are begins. It is the dewdrop that condenses the storm that is the person, a placeholder for your own mark to be left in the world. Imagine being merely an existence, but never really living. No one knowing or becoming aware of your existence. You would always be that faceless stranger at the train. That nameless man you sat beside to in the bus. My powers could grant me power over my immediate reality without so much as making me sweat, but the Astral* placeholder for others to actually recognize that it was me that made the stars burn out before them, or caused the dead to come back to life, was missing, so I slowly faded from their consciousness, and they would soon relegate the causes of those miracles to more mundane sources.
And there’s also one more thing…
This young-looking man reaches an abandoned part of the marketplace district, and he slowed his pace as he noticed the fact that he was the only one there. It becomes difficult to breathe as the air grows thicker, colder. He pulls his coat over him to get warmer, to no avail. Shivering slightly, he gets truly uncomfortable as he feels the weight of over a thousand pairs of eyes gaze upon him. He looks into the darkness, but sees nothing.
I said something about names being the placeholders for one’s existence in the Astral, right? Lack of a placeholder would mean a lot of potential space. And remember that word, Potential. It comes from the word Potent.
And things with a lot of Potential, are great energy sources for those who feed on pure energy.
Did I ever say WHY I was on the run?
The winds pick up, quickly rustling up the light paper trash and plastic litter strewn across the empty pathway.
It’s because I’m on the Menu.
Shadows coalesce into a barely human form, rising from the ground up, terminating in a horrible-looking impression of a human skull.
Y’know, Main Course…
It opened its jaws and let out a very inhuman screech before lunging furiously unto the silver-haired man in the abandoned street.
I’ve got to be somewhere! Of all the occasions to run into a metaphysical nasty!
The silver-haired man swiftly faced the creature and wrote a sigil into the air between him and the incoming creature in glowing red glyphs.
And blinding silvery light shot into the darkness of the night.
*Imperial Calendar : The official calendar of the Serenian Empire.
*Aethyr: The probabilistic substance that forms from the thoughts and emotions of sentient beings.
*Astral: A parallel plane of existence made of completely of Aethyr.
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It so cool
Glad you liked it! ^ _ ^
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that was fantastic. Love the concept too of ninety-nine word story challenge… hmmmmm…
Interesting graphic to go with your blog. How did you decide to use this type of graphic?
Thanks. If you’re referring to the butterfly header graphic, I drew that myself a long time ago on Photoshop, and decided it would go great with the color scheme of the blog.
The butterfly drawing is awesome. I wouldn’t of thought you drew it yourself.
Keep up the good writing. 🙂
Your writing style here really fascinates me. The more prosaic italicized lines are written in a style that I tend to gravitate to, both when I’m writing and when I’m reading. But I like the nonitalicized lines quite a bit too– they appeal to the part of my brain that wants to ask questions and make snarky comments 🙂
This is a fantastic piece. It made me think. I like it when writing does that.
Wow, thanks!. Your critique is the best I’ve received so far.
It really did that, like make you react and all? I never noticed it before you said that…
definitely– when I read something that remotely echoes my own thought process, it makes me think about what my thoughts/reactions to anything like that scenario would be if I were to write them down. I jump from there to actually thinking the thoughts, even if I don’t write them down.
Great job– Keep writing!
Nice story. Looking forward to reading more.
Thanks. ^ _ ^ I’ll be sure to do my best as my sched allows me to.
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Love the name!
reminds me of the Garth Nix series of books, is it in anyway inspired from there ? Nonetheless this is surely a masterpiece.
I haven’t heard of the series, but I’ll be sure to check it out. Thanks for liking it!
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came through this unique response to a daily-post challenge
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I don’t know why I really liked this but I did and I thought. “Why not start off with something actually interesting” So I decided I would post this on my blog so I can go back and read it again and again.
This actually made me laugh for some reason. But thanks! ^ _ ^
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Very cool 🙂 Thanks for sharing!
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Nice work. I like that style of narration. It’s very Chuck Palanuik to me. I love it when people use their blogs to show of their artistic work. Have you thought of developing this into a continuing saga?
Thanks for liking it. And no, not yet… It just sorta popped out of the thin air that usually fills up my head, and I can’t find a good over-arching story to pin what would become the rest of it to.
very nice post… thanks
Its intense. I read it twice. Your entire narration stirred up my insides. Everything from Your writing style to the use of different fonts to narrate the difference in the story line.
How did it exactly make you react? did it make you want to respond? Or did you feel like you were within the story?
Very interesting, and I love the theory on those without names. It truly is our identity and stamp on what we accomplish, or fail to, in this world.