TDV 106: Apathindying

April 21st, 2017 by Sharkchild

In the pit of night, in a barren land, beneath and within leafless oaks and upon untrodden soils, a gathering of vagabond Magic Bleeders shared in their woes around the warmth of communal flames. Distant battles painted the sky with colorful sparkles and bursts of glimmering energy that cut through the fissures of the branches.

Amongst those assembled, a bearded old man detached his hands at the wrists and floated them to a location within the top of the bonfire where the flames lapped up and kissed their bases. The hands burned and while they did they proceeded to cast out a riveting melody with the cracking of knuckles. Each finger popped different notes with its joints, collectively achieving a composition that uplifted the somber congregation. The tone of the music changed and enriched as the flesh shriveled.


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TDV 105: The Supplicants Of Pain

April 2nd, 2017 by Sharkchild

In memory, what I saw felt only as a dream—a picture so surreal that only the wild and deviant subconscious should have been able to conjure such a display. I doubted many of the account’s details over time as knowledge and experience established a clear border between reality and fantasy. Even with the event elaborated upon the permanence of paper, a goblin of the mind worked to discredit its authenticity. But, when I saw my sister—when I saw her work and show the power of her tainted existence—the foreboding truth of this remembrance always struck forth.

I was four years old and playing alongside my sister in the bedroom we shared. She was one year older than I and was occupied by amusements apart from my own. Before me, an array of fantastical figurines were sprawled amidst a battle at the foot of a wooden block tower. I placed a ghost figurine at the pinnacle of the makeshift structure—an overlord preparing to weigh in upon the struggle with its mighty magic. I remember staring into its wide, black eyes when the pounding cadence began. I knew the sound; it was the rattle of our bedroom’s sliding, mirrored closet door.


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TDV 104: Everyone’s Whisper Sounds The Same

March 3rd, 2017 by Sharkchild

My wife turned out the lights, crawled into bed with me, and whispered, “I love you,” into my ear before giving me a kiss on the lips.

“I love you, too,” I whispered back.

I turned my way and she hers, and we faded into slumber.

“Wake up, wake up,” my wife said to me as she ruffled my hair and kissed me on the forehead. “We have a fun day ahead.” When she said “fun,” she meant “long.”

I grumbled and burrowed my face into my pillow.

“Oh, come on. It won’t be that bad,” she said in response, pushing my shoulder.

“The last time you said that I ended up living a second life while we wandered through that giant furniture store’s maze of madness,” I said into the pillow.

“Up!” My wife pulled off my sheets.

“Alright, alright, I’m up—and I hate it when you do that.” I stood up and, in retaliation, tossed her onto the bed before playfully hitting her with my pillow.

The day started with a stop at a department store and its connecting mall to refresh the wardrobes for spring. Then it veered to a coffee shop before jumping to an art exhibit. We spent half an hour at a store picking up gifts for a baby shower my wife was to attend and then another hour savoring lunch at a quaint cafe she had been eyeing. Next we journeyed to a specialty decor store to look at a specific line of vintage office furniture and accessories. We purchased a rustic, wood mail sorter and a brass lamp with a medieval tower base before we were on the road again.


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TDV 103: Not Worth Reading

February 8th, 2017 by Sharkchild

I stepped out of work for lunch and walked to the nearby delicatessen. I picked up a corned beef sandwich on rye bread and sat outside at one of the few cast iron tables available to enjoy it. The afternoon was not the warmest of days, but the sun provided a convivial blanket of illumination that made it feel warmer than it actually was. Keeping to myself, I intermixed the consumption of both food and the crossword puzzle I brought with me. About halfway through my interlude, I was interrupted.

“What garbage,” the man who sat at the table beside mine said aloud to himself. “This has to be a joke.” The man wore a brown suit and black, horn-rimmed glasses. His hair was disheveled and his middle-aged face was covered in wrinkles. He took one more bite of his partially eaten sandwich, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and half-dropped, half-placed the small, hardcover book he was looking at onto the table before standing up and departing, leaving the item amongst the remnants of his lunch as if it, too, were dispensable.


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TDV 102: The Strangewax Candles

January 1st, 2017 by Sharkchild

My new mother and brother arrived on the eve of my twelfth birthday. I was neither happy nor resentful with their addition. It had been three years since my mother died—three years of just my father and I—and I understood that there was a vacancy in his heart and in our home. My only worry was the possible disruption of my routine; I liked to do a great many things, and I liked to do them alone and on my time. I would say that my father and I had a very go-with-the-flow lifestyle. He kept to himself, I kept to myself, and then we would have our moments together in-between. I liked it that way, but I was open to at least being a little bit flexible.

My father came bursting into my room with an excited grin. “They’re here,” he said, looking sharp. He had shaved his thick gray and brown beard and was wearing a slick business casual outfit. It had been a while since I had seen his full face. He guided me to the middle of the house.


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