Patient Enough to Focus

He was so eager.

Probably too eager.

It meant his focus was haywire.

He kept peeking, looking through the glass. Bouncing up and down with excitement.

I sighed.

“You can’t cross over yet.”

“Why ?” he demanded, head whipping away from the glass to face me.

I chuckled at his dire expression.

“You’re not ready yet.”

“Then when will I be ready?”

“When you’ve completed your training.”

“But that’ll take forever!”

“If you keep stopping to look through the glass, then, yes. It will.”

It was enough to get him to come away from the glass.

Even if it was reluctantly. Continue reading “Patient Enough to Focus”

Dark Secrets

“It’s not that bad this time, I swear.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I guess that could be true. I mean, compared to last time, anyhow. That was really bad.”

“It wasn’t—!—it wasn’t that bad,” I finished, my fire downed down as I mumbled the words.

Really, last time had been awful.

Just not as awful as it could have been, that’s all.

Which didn’t matter. Not now, not then, not in the future. Bad is still bad, right? And, either way, Howard didn’t know how bad it could get.

He just knew this was bad. Continue reading “Dark Secrets”

To Be Trifled With

Warlocks were not to be trifled with.

That’s how the saying goes. How it’s been for thousands of years, despite no one really using the word “trifled” anymore.

Because there really wasn’t any other way to put it.

Warlocks were not to be trifled with.

How stupid do you have to be to ignore a thousand-year-old saying?

Pretty stupid, I think.

So, I don’t know what that makes me. But, it probably isn’t good. Continue reading “To Be Trifled With”

Overflowing Anger

Waves are something to consider, when venturing into the ocean. They seem so peaceful from the shore. Just continuously doing their thing. Bringing things away, then back again. Over and over. Monotonous.

I can assure you:

They’re anything but.

Continue reading “Overflowing Anger”

Spirits May Tell

No one wanted to tell him.

And I don’t blame them.

Not even I wanted to tell him.

Clearly he wasn’t thinking right. Wasn’t in the right mind anymore. Something in him broke, a switch flipped, and, suddenly, he wasn’t the same king anymore.

Such a shame too.

He was such a good king. And he was so young.

He was kind and gentle. Wise and just.

And he was my friend.

But sometimes it isn’t enough.

It wasn’t enough. Continue reading “Spirits May Tell”

Crashing Into Stars

High velocity is something to be taken seriously.

Very seriously.

If you’re going at high speeds, there are a lot of things to keep track of. Not that there isn’t normally. It’s just that, at such high speeds, it’s a million times more important. Because if you hit a sign going five miles per hour, it doesn’t do much, does it?

Now, going over seven hundred miles per hour?

Much different.

I hear your vessel gets splintered. Smashed to smithereens. Decimated.

It’s almost like you never existed at all.

It’s a pretty scary thing, knowing that while speeding through space.

You need to have good control, or you’ll crash and burn.

Being a fighter pilot in outer space, high speed was kind of my thing.

Except today.

For some reason, today was an off day.

Completely off. Continue reading “Crashing Into Stars”

Crashing Into Stars

High velocity is something to be taken seriously.

Very seriously.

If you’re going at high speeds, there are a lot of things to keep track of. Not that there isn’t normally. It’s just that, at such high speeds, it’s a million times more important. Because if you hit a sign going five miles per hour, it doesn’t do much, does it?

Now, going over seven hundred miles per hour?

Much different.

I hear your vessel gets splintered. Smashed to smithereens. Decimated.

It’s almost like you never existed at all.

It’s a pretty scary thing, knowing that while speeding through space.

You need to have good control, or you’ll crash and burn.

Being a fighter pilot in outer space, high speed was kind of my thing.

Except today.

For some reason, today was an off day.

Completely off. Continue reading “Crashing Into Stars”

Painful Compromise

“Did you just take your pill?”

“Yeah.”

“What’d it taste like?”

“Beef this time. But, it’s a lot chalkier than the chicken. I think when I get a refill, I’ll switch back.”

“So, it’s no good?”

“I didn’t say that,” I reply, popping another pill into my mouth.

“DUDE.”

“What?”

“Don’t do that!”

“Why not?” Continue reading “Painful Compromise”