When the fire dies
It happens slowly, so slow that you barely notice it.
It starts as a light scarf, so light that it floats in the wind.
It’s present, but not directly.
The scarf is grey, nothing special. The wind carries it up on your shoulder. You start carrying it with you.
Strange, no matter how hard you try, you can’t take it off.
“That’s okay”, you think, “It’s just there”.
More and more, the scarf starts to tighten up.
The environment you carry it in, stains it but you can’t wash it.
You make mistakes, you spill coffee, another stain.
In a desperate attempt, you rush to the bathroom, trying to wash it. The others can’t notice, what would they say?
But the stains remain, some have already seen it and told you with a smile that it’s okay. Others didn’t or couldn’t care less.
The scarf keeps on tightening, you can barely breath.
You don’t feel like doing anything, that’s how stifling it is.
You take meds, hoping it will give you some space to breath, but does this really influence the scarf?
When was the first time I noticed the fire in me dying?
All is One ,One is All. # Part 1 (Stranger Danger's 1st literature on TWS )
AN : There has been heavy rainstorm & lightning where i am .
It's cloudy ,cold & refreshing now ...the weather seems perfect for a deep introspective piece of literature .
I was recently quite sick & during that time i thought to finalize this piece & release it.
This Story is in 3 parts .
I'll link them all down .
Part 1 : (Beginning)
I was going for a walk when it happened.
I often go on walks, just to clear my head and get away from it all.
To escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
To find myself. To really think about things.
That seems much deeper than what it really is actually.
I just have this perfect time between needing to work and needing to eat every day that I use for my daily exercise.
The thinking thing just happens thanks to not having anything else to do for half an hour.
So, I had just reached the half way point and was turning around when I looked back on the city I had just left behind.
I was coming up to the top of a hill when I looked down at the well lit town, and the view was as good as it always was.
Don’t get me wrong, if you saw it for the first time you would think that it was amazing, but after the second hundred mark even the most beautiful of scenery can get repetitive.
Something was different today though, something big.
From up on that hill you can see hundreds of buildings lit up as they continue their work into the night, thousands of headlights moving from place to place, from light to light.
The wind passes the grass in waves, carrying with it the seed of growth. Flowing across the landscape and burrowing into the cool soil.
Plant-life seeks the sky and with it the dominion of life expands. The roots settle, it is the season for blossoming.
It was as beautiful as always.
But today there was something off about all those lights.
Something was more to them.
It hit me just then, a memory of something somebody must have said to me once, a word with the strangest meaning.
I remembered it with impossible clarity.
The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own ?
populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness ?
An epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
I have no idea at all how I knew that word for word but something far more pressing was weighing on my mind.
Every one of those lights was a person. Not faceless people, a person with dreams and fears and a lot of other things.
Every person was a light.
There were thousands of lights in front of me.
There were thousands of lives I had not realized existed until just this moment.
No. No, there were more.
There were tens of thousands. Hundreds. Millions. Billions.
Thousands of thousands of thousands, all so real.
All. So. Painfully. Real.
The specter’s march past me by the thousand
By the thousand thousands and many more,
Infinite upon infinite
They don't look back
I stare on.
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Movie Script: Please Read
This is the first part of my movie script. I hope you get to read it, its about 23 pages long. Its not in the format I wanted it but it will do.
Tamoto’s Living Room
Act One, Scene One
An old man sits next to a fire. He is old in age, approximately 65 years old. He sits in a wooden chair with a black bokuto in his lap.
I have aged haven’t I.
A young boy appears. He approximately 16 years old, and bears a childish smile. He wears a blue hakana and bears some resemblance to Old Tamoto.
I am afraid so, my friend.
Old Tamoto shifts his weight in his chair. He stares at the black bokuto, it being in perfect condition.
I am become weak despite my training
No, your body has thrived but it’s your mind I worry about
Old Tamoto (chuckles)
Because you have caged yourself in here for so long, you
Have forgotten how it feel to be out in the wild.
I have forgotten most things.
Old Tamoto raises his hand
Do not remind me
A wise man once said
that a man who wants to
forget is broken inside.
I am not broken
See, you have trained
yourself not to show it
when you are suffering.
Old Tamoto stares off into the distance, his eyes fixed on a large wooden cabinet with a lock on it.
Old Tamoto starts walking to another room.
Tell me, what has finally
Old Tamoto glances back and shakes his head. He opens the door to his room and enters.
Act One, Scene Two
A younger Tamoto is showed, approximately 2o years old. He is dress in a white cuirass with a black streak running down the left side of the mask. He has sheathed a “gold” katana in a white sheathe. He is leading them through a foggy forest, nicknamed the Akuma no mori, The Forest of The Demons.
Arusha, do you
Arusha is a master archer. In his hands, he holds a metal bow with blades on the ends of the bow. He wears a red cuirass and is about 16 years old.
I am not seeing anything.
They must be hiding then.
Musashi is the oldest of the group. He doesn’t wear a cuirass but wears a blue robe. In his hands is a bokuto. He is about 45.
Rorentsu~o, go look ahead.
Rorentsu~o is a moderate age samurai. He wears a yellow cuirass and carries a black katana.
Rorentus-o marches ahead with his katana drawn. As he walks, the fog rises.
Master, the fog is rising!
Tamoto unsheathes his katana, the rest of the group follows. Out of the fog emerges 20 Akumaa (Demons). They are wearing dark green cuirasses and carrying yellow katanas. They have faces engrave on their masks.
You have trespass onto our land, what do you say in your defense?
Act One, Scene Three
Tamoto wakes up from his sleep with a jolt. He is sweaty and bears a worried face. Getting out of bed, he walks to a black closet and opens it up. Inside is the same white cuirass with the black stripe and the “gold” katana. Both have been preserved in good condition.
Old Tamoto (whisper)
Oh, why do you haunt me?
Tamoto grasps the sword in his hands. Instantly he is snapped into a flashback.
Young Tamoto is standing with his allies. They face the Akumaa, the green cuirass samurais.
Draw your weapons
The samurai group follows the order. Meanwhile, the Akumaa wait with their weapons drawn.
LOWER YOUR WEAPONS!
Everything moves in slow motion. Tamoto grips his katana tighter. Arusha notches an arrow from his quiver. Musashi twirls his bokuto.
The Akumaa Leader and his soldiers begin to charge. Arusha fires an arrow and it flies with great force. It goes straight through one of the Akumaa’s armor. Musashi strikes down several Akumaa soldiers while Tamoto slices several Akumaa soldiers with ease.
Arusha is shown walking towards the Akumaa Leader with a drawn blue katana. The Akumaa Leader laughs and marchers towards Arusha.
I MUST SAVE HIM!
Tamoto begins slashing furiously. He begins to run towards Arusha but takes several stabs from Akumaa soldiers. Meanwhile, Arusha raises his katana at the Akumaa Leader.
I am going to kill you!
YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A CHILD
A child of War!
Tamoto releases the katana and it drops to the ground. The katana is engraved with Naitoshadou (Night Shadow). Some whispers could be heard.
So many souls are trapped
inside you Naitoshadou. I am sorry
for your buried.
Tamoto picks up the katana and sheathes it. The whispers stop and the room is quiet. He puts it back into the cabinet and closes it. Young Boy walks into the room.
Are you ok Master.
I am not sure?
Yes, but why?
Why you feel pain?
Old Tamoto sits down and looks at the Young Boy.
It’s a feeling you have not
felt for ages, isn’t it?
Yes, but why does it feel so new?
Because you have forgot how to feel.
Old Tamoto looks down. He bears a sad face but soon looks up. Old Tamoto gets up from chair.
Come, let’s go drink tea
Young Boy and Old Tamoto leave the room.
Tamoto’s Living Room
Act One, Scene Four
Old Tamoto pours Young Boy a cup of tea. He sets the cup next to him and sits down.
What am I going to do now?
What do you mean?
What do I do with my life?
That’s a question I can’t answer
Old Tamoto looks at the wooden cabinet in the corner, his eyes fixed on the lock.
Why do you want such a big lock?
I must keep something locked
What’s so valuable that you need this?
It is none of your concern
Locksmith hammers down on the lock. Tamoto stares as the Locksmith works.
Is it gold?
No, something far more valuable
What can be more valuable than gold?
Old Tamoto drops his tea cup on the floor. The cup shatters to pieces as the Young Boy looks in shock.
I am very sorry.
It’s ok master
Young Boy grabs a broom and begins to sweep. As he does, Old Tamoto stands up and looks outsides. The stars light up the dark night.
Oh, the things I have seen….
And the things you have yet to discover
The night is upon us, let us rest so that we may
awake in the morning early
Old Tamoto waddles to his room
Old Tamoto glances back.
May your soul find peace?
Old Tamoto (laughing)
There’s no peace for me
Tamoto’s Bedroom Room
Act One, Scene Five
Tamoto white cuirass is stained with blood. He desperately tries to fight off the oncoming attacks of the Akumaa’s but such attempts are feudal.
BOW BEFORE MY GREATNESS
Akumaa Leader swings his katana with great force. Arusha raises his katana but the blade is shattered from Akumaa’s Leader swing. Staring in disbelief, Arusha unsheathes his short sword.
HA, YOU SHALL DIE LIKE YOUR FATHER AND UNCLE!
Akumaa raises his katana towards Tamoto.
WE WILL NEVER DIE BECAUSE OUR SOULS ARE STRONG AND OUR BLADES STRONGER
Arusha charges at Akumaa Leader. Akumaa Leader sidesteps and slashes Arusha’s leg. Arusha falls to the ground.
Tamoto begins racing towards Akumaa Leader.
YOU WISH TO DIE AS WELL!!
No, I wish to protect my nephew as though he was my own
YOU ARE PATHETIC TAMOTO
The two fight each other. It’s clear that Akuma Leader is fighting better and will win. As a final move, Akuma Leader gets behind Tamoto and slashes Tamoto’s legs, forcing him to kneel.
HOLD THIS WEAKLEN BACK
Several Akumaa Soldiers rush to hold Tamoto.
BRING ME THE OTHER TWO HUMANS
Musashi, Rorentsu~o and Arusha are dragged by Akuma Soldiers and are place right in front of Akumaa Leader.
What do you say now Tamoto, or Naitoshadou?
Tamoto looks up and glares at Akuma Leader.
If you hurt any of them, I will kill you
With what, this?
Akuma Leader takes Tamoto’s sword. He twirls it right in front of Tamoto’s face.
You do not fear us, do you?
I do not fear anything
Very well, Naitoshadou
Akuma turns around quickly and decapitates Musashi.
Tamoto quickly punches the Akumaa Soldiers holding him, steals a katana and runs towards Akumaa with the katana raised. Akumaa Leader raises his sword to Arusha’s throat.
I WILL KILL HIM
KILL HIM NOW
Arusha nods his head. Tamoto quickly thinks in his mind and glancing at Akuma Leader. Akuma Leader is grinning.
If I surrender, do I have your word you won’t hurt anyone else?
You have my word, Tamoto.
Tamoto drops the katana to the ground. It makes a loud thud that echoes in Tamoto’s head.
Akumaa Leader turns around and stabs Rorentsu~o. He instantly begins to bleed out and falls.
YOU GAVE ME YOUR WORD!
Akumaa Leader laughs and kneels in front of Tamoto. He wipes the sword’s blood onto Tamoto’s cuirass.
You gave me your word that the boy would be killed
He did not deserve to die Tobiko
HE DID, HE WAS THE CHILD OF THE EMPEROR WE WERE FIGHTING!
He did nothing wrong!
That’s the reason you are here brother! Because you couldn’t follow my orders!
YOUR ORDERS WERE WRONG!
Fine Tamoto. You shall share the same fate as him!
Akumaa Leader turns around and stabs Arusha. Arusha falls to the ground, clutching his stomach. Tamoto begins to cry.
I have finally broken you Tamoto.
Tamoto angrily stares back at Akumaa Leader
You are now Ronin Tamoto
I WILL KILL YOU!
Akumaa Leader drops the katana onto the floor.
Go ahead, kill me brother.
Tamoto grabs the katana from the ground. Several Akumaa Soldiers rushed towards Tamoto but each one is met with a swift slash. This continues for hours until there are no more Akumaa Soldiers.
Are you going to kill me now?
Before I do, what are your last words.
You are still weaker than me
Tamoto nods his head and charges towards Akumaa Leader The fog thickens and Tamoto slashing through the air but no blood is drawn. Akumaa Leader has disappeared.
I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE
Tamoto hurries to Arusha but he is long dead. He picks up his body and begins to march away. He continues for days, marching through snow, rain, and hot weather. He finally comes to his house, finally resting the body of Arusha on the ground. Tamoto begins to cry.
I am sorry Arusha, I could not save you….
Tamoto is showed burying Arusha’s body under a Cherry Blossom Tree. He rests Arusha’s bow onto the grave
Tamoto’s Living Room
Act One, Scene Six
Old Tamoto looks at the lock on the closet. He sighs and takes a key he was wearing on a necklace. Quietly creeping towards the cabinet, Old Tamoto unlocks the door. It makes a soft creak and as the door swings open, the young boy appears.
What are you doing Master?
Old Tamoto pulls out a pieced together katana. It’s clear that Old Tamoto attempted to try to fuse it back together but had not luck. He looks at a shiny arrow he made for Arusha that was meant to avenge his father’s death but he never got to use it. He sees a polished and refined red cuirass that Tamoto did after his death. The last item Old Tamoto sees is the blue kendo of Arusha, master archer and Tamoto’s nephew. Old Tamoto begins to cry.
I miss you so much Arusha…
I know Uncle, and some day we may meet again….
Not until I fulfill my promise to you
What is it?
To find and kill my brother. To avenge your father’s and your death.
You don’t need to do that….
Yes, I do, because a soul cannot rest in peace if the soul is tormented….
…by the memories, a man tries to erase from his mind.
End Act One
My wife's pregnant and she's acting weird
Yeah that's normal. Remember to treat her with extra care and help her with everything. She might be a little sensitive, but she's carrying your baby so go along with it. Try not to make her upset or mad too.
MY LIFE MY CHOICE
(on a girl) decent amount of muscle, lean body fat, short stature, baby like facial expressions, wisdom, being an intellectual and a general strong way of carrying oneself.
Wisdom is most important
Quirks in opposite gender that you find cute/[censored]y?
@candy26 (on a girl) decent amount of muscle, lean body fat, short stature, baby like facial expressions, wisdom, being an intellectual and a general strong way of carrying oneself.
I'd say wisdom is most important
Tell me 3 things you remember about kindergarten.
I remember only doing half days because I would get separation anxiety from my mom.
I remember always carrying around pokemon/digimon toys because they made me feel safe LOL annnd I remember always hanging out with my friend John and watching beavis and butthead.
I'm excited for my first grandchild
@excitedmom30 Having a baby in the family is a very big blessing. I'm also looking forward to settle down and have a baby on my own. I'm also thinking, if someday my wife would get pregnant , I would arrange a spa theme baby shower because I want her to feel pampered and relax while carrying our baby.
Pets are weird ..........
My cat jumped into my room at 1am carrying a dead mice on his mouth making me scream my head off then running to my mom's room and scaring her awake XD I got scolded
What's the weirdest/craziest thing your pet ever did?