I Miss You Already

Crying and shedding tears.

I miss you and you haven’t even left.

But you will.

We’ve shared secrets.

I will never tell. Your secrets travel with me to the grave.

I hope mine enjoy the same journey.

We will not share anymore. I want you to know.

I miss you already.

You haven’t even left and I miss you.

Jesterly Challenge Month – November 21st

Sreejit challenged me to share the secrets from the story I wrote for the challenge on November 1st, the secrets that drove the teller insane.  Read on, if you dare, and let me know what you think of the secrets in the comments.

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The true power behind the five secrets isn’t necessarily in the knowledge of them, but in the manner in which they are imparted from person to person.  So, you should be fine to read them below…  But, be careful in how you spread them, if you choose to do so at all, and I take no responsibility for anything that happens as result of you reading on.  You have been warned.  The secrets of the universe are truths that do not appreciate disrespect and they will take on lives of their own if they feel they aren’t getting the proper deference.

The first secret is not much of a secret at all.  The universe is so large that none of us can truly grasp the vastness of it.  It’s in our best interest, of course, because were we to understand truly how insignificant and meaningless we are in the grand scheme of things, we would be hard pressed to keep our sanity.  However, with the telling of this secret if done correctly, the universe will share a glimpse of the spinning universes and multi-verses branching off from every point of time throughout history and forward to the infinite future.  The glimpse isn’t enough to drive you insane, but it will stop you in your tracks.

The second secret is also not much of a secret.  The emotions we experience are manufactured synaptic firings and chemical releases we have been trained to perform.  Can you hear that bell?  Did you just start to drool?  We are all salivating dogs in our own ways.  When this secret is shared correctly, however, not only can the recipient accept the truth but they can also learn to manipulate even the most hard-wired emotional responses.  This can come in very handy, but is dangerous in that it is easy to forget how to fit into societal expectations.

The third secret is where things start veer closer to the unknown.  Everything in all the universes is cyclical.  You’ve probably heard that in some fashion before: music, fashion, politics, etc…  But, the cycles affect all things across all of the universes.  When this secret is told correctly, the universe will show you a glimpse of all you’ve ever been and all you will ever be.  You experience the historical context of your past lives and see all the failings and successes of your future selves.  The knowledge is crippling to most.  Our minds are not designed to handle that type of information and will be driven insane, eventually, trying to reconcile every action taken in the current “life” against all that came before, and how it all could impact who you become.

The fourth secret takes the third to a deeper level, while simultaneously taking a step back to play on a topic you are all probably familiar with.  Everything in the world is connected.  Call it the circle of life.  Call it karma.  Call it ashes to ashes.  It doesn’t matter how you try to rationalize it, this truth will hurt.  Every ant you ever stepped on was part of you.  Every spider you ever squished was part of you.  Every fly you ever swatted.  You’ve been killing yourself for years.  Bullying.  Greed.  Fighting.  Every action you’ve taken against another person has also been against yourself.  When this secret is told correctly, the universe floods your mind with the pain you have caused throughout your current life.

The fifth secret is that the world is structured in such a way that you can ignore the previous four secrets if you want, but before the universe lets you take that option, it shows you your life as it would be if you embraced them instead.  Surprisingly, if you are one of the few who can hang on to your sanity, you do not become an empty shell just seeing out the days.  Not surprisingly, you will choose to ignore the truths anyway, because a simpler life is a better life.  Either way, the secrets can never be forgotten whether you choose to embrace them or ignore them.

So, now that you know, what are you going to do with these truths?

Hear The Song

Image Credit: Bushnell

A gentle breeze sets the leaves whispering and bends the bows closer to hear their secrets, but the whistling rustle holds no truths beyond the ones they’ve heard countless times before.  Corresponding actions and routines transpire throughout the shaded forest, from the ears perking to tall grasses stirring.  The wind is the fortune-teller of the wild places, bringing tidings to those who care to listen, and those who know best always care to listen.

A raised snout follows the perked ears to taste the air and confirm the spreading rumor: night is coming.  Padded feet tread softly on well-worn paths to the singing rock, where the head will tilt again and raised voice will call to brothers and sisters in celebration of the coming hunts.  That running of brotherhood and survival is still some hours away, though, which is fine because the rock always takes time to climb.  Its layered granite can shed and splinter under paws scrambling for purchase.

A winged neighbor cries as it swoops low overhead, angry over being trespassed against, and then perches out of reach of snapping jaws to continue its admonishments.  This too is routine, and while not completely ignorable, is easily pushed from racing thoughts as the path curves to rockier terrain.  The squawks quiet and then disappear altogether behind heavier pants and the high pressure of the evening breeze sweeping across open land.  Small creatures scurry to safety, under rocks and into holes, as the singing rock comes into view.

A deep orange spreads from the edge of the world as the fiery orb of light slips from view.  The time is nearly right.  As purple caresses the edge of the color splashed heavens and then devours the sky, the breeze quiets and the forest below revels in the momentary silence and in anticipation of what is to come.  Padded feet carefully scale the ancestral trail and emerge on the smooth overlook.  The voice sounds immediately in songs of freedom and wildness, and the brothers and sisters respond in echoing fashion until the whole valley vibrates in beauty.

from hobby to career

He waited until he felt her leave the room, and then he opened his eyes to the new morning.  So much had changed.  So much was different about him and he hadn’t yet gathered the courage to share it with her.  There was such a stigma about people like him…  He didn’t want to risk ruining what they had until he was sure his new passion wouldn’t quickly fade away.

It felt wrong to respond in kind when she said she loved him, but he said it anyway.  He wasn’t happy that he wasn’t ready to trust her with his secret, but that didn’t diminish the affection he had for her.  He still loved her.  He didn’t want to risk losing her over a silly hobby gone awry, but months had passed and the passion and talent had only grown stronger.  At the same time the guilt over keeping the secret had expanded exponentially too.  The time had come to tell her the truth and let her decide if she still loved him and would stay, or…  Well, he didn’t want to think about that.

Telling her simply wouldn’t do though.  Too many people went around claiming to be something they weren’t.  No, he had to show her what he had learned.  He had to prove his talent.  Perhaps, too, he had to show himself that he had outgrown his hobby days and was ready to take it to the next level.

He hoped she would understand.

He hoped she wouldn’t judge him.

He hoped she would forgive him for keeping that part of his life secret for as long as he had.

He hoped she would stay.  And, if she didn’t, he hoped he had the fortitude to carry on anyway.  To continue to pursue his new love as vibrantly, as chaotically, as he had been.  If he lost both, he wasn’t sure what would become of him.

She returned home at her normal time and he ushered her into the living room with hushed tones and subdued, vague, mentions of something he had to show her.  She was worried, of course, because he had been acting strangely recently.  He’d been more hesitant, more distant.  But, she showed a brave face and followed him.  Whatever it was, she was sure they could work through it together.  They were a good team.

He motioned for her to sit on the couch, and she did, legs crossed, arms folded across her laps.  Her face was pinched with questions and suspense.  He could see her temples darkening as her jaws clenched, and knew that meant he only had a small amount of time to show her the truth before she’d begin barraging him with questions.

So, he stepped back, somewhat embarrassed, blushing in a shade that matched her temples, took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves, and then showed her everything.

She gasped.  She held her breath.  She flinched.  She clung to the couch in nervous anticipation.  She didn’t utter a word until he was done.  Then, one eyebrow raised, her head slightly tilted to the right, “So…?”

He had performed better than expected.  His faith in his abilities was founded and he was able to reply with complete calm, “I’m a magician.”

“I can see that,” she said as she rose to stand next to her husband.  “And, what’s going on in that head of yours?  What are you going to do with this talent?”

He smiled, and she returned the smile.  “I’m not sure yet.  I think it… I know it could take us places.  I know I shouldn’t waste it.  But…” his voice trailed off as he looked down to the tools of his trade: the deck of cards, the hat, the wand, the scarves, the tricks, the mirrors, the smoke.

“But?”

“To make it to Vegas, I’m going to need an assistant in my act…”

They did make a great team.

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This bit of silliness was written for this week’s We Drink Inspiration Short Story Prompt:

Your challenge this week is to write a character that possesses a secret, one that can harm or benefit ones they care for, depending on the circumstances the story arc takes – your job is to determine which will be the case. The only rule of this challenge is to leave no obvious hints to said secret until the end of the piece.

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So…?  Double twist?  Did you think it was going to be magic or something more sinister?  And then did you think I meant sorcery at first, rather than slight of hand and smoke and mirrors?

the heir

“Nothing matters so much as blood.”

Or, that’s what they say, anyway.  But, after years of trying, Jack and Dianne were forced to accept the truth: they could not have children of their own.  They couldn’t produce an heir.  However,  as king and queen of the kingdom, that could not be the end of the story.

It was unheard of, unacceptable.  Never before in the long history of the kingdom had a king and queen failed to produce a natural heir.  The blood line had been unbroken since the beginning.  While Jack had already let go of the past, the history, the obligation in his mind, Dianne was unwilling to be the first to break the cycle.

An idea occurred to her and it didn’t take much to bring Jack around.

She had her hand maiden secretly search for a suitable match, and when one was found, Dianne hid herself from the rest of the kingdom for 9 months.

The big reveal was done amid much fanfare and celebration, a feast the likes of which the realm had never known before.  The kingdom would go on.  As far as any of the subjects were concerned the royal line remained intact.

Only four people ever knew the truth: the child was not actually kin of the king and queen.

The handmaiden and the child’s birth mother disappeared shortly after the prince was revealed.  Jack and Dianne never told their “son” either.

Jack wondered one evening, as he watched the prince at play amongst the jousting runs, how many of his predecessors, how many of his kin had done what he and his wife had done to “keep the bloodline.”

The thoughts did not trouble him long.

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Word Count: 283.

This is in response to this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge.

BLOOD (noun)

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a : lifeblood; broadly : life
b : human stock or lineage; especially : royal lineage <a prince of the blood>
 c : relationship by descent from a common ancestor : kinship
 d : persons related through common descent : kindred
(1) : honorable or high birth or descent (2) : descent from parents of recognized breed or pedigree
 
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