Archive for the ‘The Dark Verse’ Category

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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Winner:
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TDV 101: Doorways To Obliteration

December 21st, 2016 by Sharkchild

Doorways are a means of passage, but are also non-circumventive impositions on passage that have varying degrees of access. Some are open to all. Some contain doors for the filtration of sight and sound, but are still open to all. Some have locked doors, allowing admission only to the possessor of a key. Others are barred for extended periods of time, warding off entrance into domains that have become hazardous or unhospitable. But, there were some doorways not constructed by design and formed, rather, by happenstance—by chaos, by accident. While these doorways were hidden from even the most skilled and aggressive of explorers, they remained reachable by the same coincidence that shaped them. But by merely existing, it did not mean that they should be entered. For just as a volcano’s lava flows like a river, it does not mean that it should be swam in. So, too, were these doorways to be avoided, for at their junctures guardians waited to slay any trespassers with powers bestowed upon them by supreme, magical beings for the protected seclusion of their world.

These doorways carrying death as their destinations were called Killports. The beings that dispatched the guardians and protected their world were called Brutbelath. And the guardians—which I was one of—were called Obliterators.


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TDV 100: The Eyeless Sight (The Unlike Light Sequel)

December 6th, 2016 by Sharkchild

There was a purpose to the keep, and although that purpose had not yet been revealed when the Man of Courage with his smoke candles stepped out of the prison of the dark into the peril of the light, it was always present and always forthcoming. It was only a matter of when it would be unveiled, and if we—the girl and I—would still be around to horribly receive its truth.

It was the most awful of ironies to be blessed with impossible sight after living in blindness—a gift stolen from some of us and a gift kept from others of us since birth—only to receive images of unbelievable horror that stained our supernaturally-imbued retinae and forced us to dwell again in the darkness we were so used to.

I remember awakening within the keep to sounds of jubilations—fellow captives celebrating the return of vision, proclaiming their approval of what they thought a miracle—only for those same cheer-filled countenances to devastatingly distort into visages of dread as they came face to face with the Creatures of the Light.


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TDV 99: It Concludes In A Receptacle

November 18th, 2016 by Sharkchild

Crisp, colorful, autumn leaves crunched beneath my footsteps as I walked through the tree archways of my neighborhood on a brisk, overcast afternoon. Every few moments, a gust of wind whistled above me, sending leaves to the whim of the hibernating world.

A pulse of soothing electronic music ebbed from my headphones into contemplative thought as if the sounds were an electrical charge powering my mind. My breath cast spells into the air with its frosty condensation. I pushed aside the present worries of my life—the lingering deadlines at work and the hardships with my wife. I strolled through the landscape holding only onto the inspirations of the seeable and its soundtrack.

In one of the clearings between two homes, where several towering trees held supremacy and presided like a secret society over the current matters of the land, a strange collection of fallen foliage caught my attention. Castles of leaves had formed around a section of the ground exempt from the debris. It were as if the leaves were piling up against something, but the something was not there.


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