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The first "general audience" story I post on FA. And as I said in a previous journal, I will from now post SFW works too, because diversity. :D
I wrote this short directly in English, especially for FA (by that I mean it's not a translated extract of one of my work or something else), thing that I've never done for a SFW before.
I would be really pleased if you leave comments or your impressions about it :) And as always, if you find any mistake, tell me !
“Reptilian rapture”
“There is some thing... But what ?
In the body...
In the tail... The scale... The paw... The claw...
The breath...
Woods. Essential, young ancient woods.
Dense and everywhere forest green-full.
How is it possible ? Why should it feel like this ?
There was a harsh sun on the crude concrete,
the dry, hot gray over the capital cries,
all that weight over the shoulders that goes on and on,
step by step, over the street and the horns squeaks.
By the inside it's a nothing but the violent
white of bright tiles and cold-blooded marble.
The same faces again and again and against
that damned metallic glass addressing everyone
that is no one. There's a cop here that seems bored.
And the cars wheezing under those tiny,
turned-up noses. Flattering false fabrics
making waves of shadows within smoke.
Those skin-colored round repetitions,
whirling and babbling and forever
– shriveling like people.
It can easily appears that nothing is worse than a city.
I would watch the sky. There's still left some sky here and there.
I can't help, but thinking that sky is still unchanged.
I like believing it remains pure of any disinfection.
That's how the woods came. The same sky
over the same continent.
Billions of ages could have created myths, but it's useless.
That same sunny star,
but a glorious, thick fog of prehistorical heat.
A complete planet within the reign of the scale.
Because of time and present, it has come to a point
about hating the slim, fragile, fleshy skin of ours.
That aborted preciosity, virgin of all strength.
There, in between the natures' pillars
the massive-ness of unthinkable beasts
and smooth muscles under earthy scales.
Rigid, firm slight armors of theirs is within touch.
Monstrous thigh so close it's heating inside.
A constant flow of roaring, grunting voices,
bathing in humid smells of breathes, of titanic fragrances,
basking in flavor of a pure wild aura.
A broad existence of power.
Staring at that tons-weighted feeling
facing giant jaws, draconian snouts, and heavy tails...
Just that digitigrade paw for theropodian instance.
All caressing, huddled up, crenelated fingers apart,
and a royal stomp,
an enormous force pushing the continent back,
pierced of the bowed Jurassic claws as dark teeth in the rock.
So different.
A whole full of wonder.
The pomp of the impressiveness
– awe's inspiring intensity so high nothing could crash it from space.
At daybreak,
stomped lands,
scratched skies,
mixed seas,
munched, loved, sensuous life matters.
All nature dominated,
crackled thanks to cretaceous galactic craters
and not even afraid of it, but embracing it.
It all marvels from the flow of the organic, forest colors.
A giant step in the grass. A plop like mud.
The melody of rich water falling. Of tepid dripping.
Of guttural roars over the clouds,
in Heaven.
A deep, rolling moan of pleasure.
…
Knowing it all can be whimsical is a complete disaster.
It may be because there's no threat anymore but ours,
It may be because nothing is no more important now than us,
Life would may be short. I am aware of what we worth.
But could a tyrannosaur not be thrown into a tantrum too ?”
***
Rupert looked at the bottom of the page.
He saw the special menu "Valentine's Day", subtitled "For two". His face didn't show any sign of emotion, his faded gaze still seeming half-tired, half-bored.
"And you know how it is difficult for him these days. Last time he almost broke his back ; I tell you this work is wearing him out."
The female, older than him, raised up her glass and drank a bit. During this moment of silence, the eastern pop music that was being broadcast in the restaurant was distinctly audible.
Rupert's eyes swept the plasticized page up to the top, then to the bottom again ; Rupert half-turned the page backwards to look again on the previous page.
"At least his car still help him. I hope they will continue to develop these synthetic intelligences. Do you know they had help for the sky's renovation ?"
"You mean when the starlight has been down ?"
"Yes."
"I know it, Julia," answered Rupert, the head down, his eyes on the menu. "I heard the housekeeper blessing the science department all the month. She hadn't been so enthusiast for years."
"Oh, I would have thought that Alice would have told you about that instead."
Rupert didn't blink. He looked on the opposite page. The plasticized paper was still a bit greasy, but not dirty. He could feel his finger slowly slipping on it.
"No, she didn't."
The waiter came, and asked for their orders. Julia announced her choice clearly, and then a moment of silence.
"Rupert ?"
"Oh, erm, yes," he muttered, "Erm, I'll take, well... Let's say... The D menu ?"
"One D menu," the waiter repeated.
He touched something on his pad, took the closed menu that Julia was handing him and the one that Rupert just glanced at, and then he bent a bit forward, saying that he shall come back in a moment. Then he left.
"He seems new," remarked the female, adjusting her glasses on her nose with her pink-colored nail and the tip of her index.
A pause. The music has changed to another tune.
"Oh, this song !" exclaimed Julia. "It actually comes from an anime. It is talking about hope, adventures and trust in their everyday partners. I think it's another silly plot with giant creatures leaving in balls or cards or stones or in real or something. I don't remember..."
The voice of the female has shifted to a tone both joyful and didactic. Julia actually looked at him with a gentle smile, leaning her head a bit to the right. The male did not answer. She bit a bit of her lower lip.
A flush of water was heard. Rupert turned the head toward the sound. On the wall besides him was a great painting of women in kimonos. Rupert noticed it at this moment. They all had a white-pearled face, dark, long hair, and a red silk dress. A crystal lake was depicted in the background and some cherry blossom were floating around them. A faint sound of china tapping against wood was heard. The women seemed rather happy. A silver-scaled creature could be distinguished in the lake, maybe. On the east, hung in the air, a little rectangle with numerous, abstract silhouettes on it indicated the bathroom door. Rupert heard a quiet laugh.
"I could ... invited him ... join us ... handsome."
The sudden words startled Rupert ; he looked now at Julia and made her understand that he hadn't understand what she just said. In the same time he noticed that they now had a bowl of white chips in the middle of the table.
"I was saying : I could have invited him to join us if he had been handsome."
" "Him" ?"
"The waiter."
"Oh. Okay."
Behind Julia, there was some shelves painted with the same night blue of the walls. Various items were place on them to give a picturesque tone to the restaurant : a little pot of flowers, some unidentified objects that would serve only to decorate, and among them, the statuette of an eastern dragon. It was all bright red. Rupert keep on looking at it casually before rising his glass up to his lips ; he wanted to drink but no liquid came to his mouth.
"Rupert, your glass is empty," remarked Julia.
"Oh. Right."
"What were you thinking about ?"
Rupert stopped glancing at the dragon.
"Nothing."
"Don't lie. We are always thinking about something."
"It was silly."
"And so what ? Since when your aunt cannot understand silly thing ?"
"I don't want to speak about it," replied Rupert. "It's personal, that's all."
"Hm hm."
Silence. The anime music was going on and on with the chorus about never surrendering and friendship.
“Do you still write in your free time ?”
“...Yes.”
“What your last writing is about ?”
The male said nothing first. He looked at the empty glass that his fingers were making roll slightly on its foot on the dark brown table, holding it by the long stem.
“I don't like it. I can't find the good words... I don't know if I am even capable of writing what I want.”
The female was focusing on his talking, looking at him kindly and wearing a little smile when she saw him looking for words.
“It's a feeling I am not even sure to grasp clearly.”
Rupert lost something in his intonation here. His fingers put the glass down on the table.
“So, in short, I have to work on it.”
“Is it that piece about din-”
“I already told you I don't want to speak about it,” he retorted. “I hate talking about what I write. What I write I write. Written thoughts are not to be spoken about.”
Julia closed her mouth. She lost her smile, quickly wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and looked around. Silence. The pop music kept going on and on. One brushing of papers in the restaurant's kitchen. Julia opened her mouth again.
"Do you get out on some nights or..."
"I go and watch actions on the theater further in Downtown, sometimes."
"Alone ?"
Rupert sighed quickly and forcefully. His forehead contracted a bit, and his mouth became more stiff on these words.
"Julia, I've already told you I am very good alone. Everything is fine."
"Yeah, I see that."
"I don't need your help. I am not even in need for help."
"Yeah, I know that."
"So stop talking about it."
Rupert ate a chips quickly. He turned his head and looked outside. The night was falling. Two crunches and the chips was quietly swallowed. Blurred lights began to appear between the silhouettes which were walking past. The slanting amber light from the sky was drastically thrown over the concrete, the car bodies and the sign-posts.
“What did you take eventually ?” asked Julia.
“Hm ?”
“On the menu.”
The male reflected.
“...I think it was the one with sashimis.”
“I took the one with the brochettes and-”
Rupert cut her short.
“Yes, but I prefer raw fish.”
Julia looked at Rupert. Her forehead frowned a bit ; her eyebrows came closer but remained separated with complicated wrinkles.
“I never meant to contradict you.”
“So stop talking,” and then Rupert sighed, crossed his arms on the table, and looked at the vacuum on the table, where his plate will be posed, as always.
“Okay. Good. Nice. Very nice,” answered Julia as she sipped a bit of her cocktail.
***
At one moment they came out and found themselves in the street. They started to walk. Julia had crossed her arms over her breast and she would tighten her grasp when she would glance at Rupert. The male was saying nothing.
The form of a massive body with a long tail and a long neck passed rapidly by his side. His head suddenly turned to the right ; he made a step backward and stood still, not even facing the store. Behind the front window, there were some tableware exposed, and, in a corner of the display table, one small plate sat on the top of two plates, each one having an animal painted on it ; the one over the top depicted a brown brachiosaur. Rupert's look and attention had been caught in a second. Was it especially a brachiosaur ? Did the artist even know what were the differences between the various species of sauropods ? Did he even mind about the beast he had been painting ?
“Did you find something ?”
The presence of Julia had abruptly loomed up behind him.
“Oh, erm, nothing,” he muttered.
“Oh, look at this one !” she smiled over his shoulder, standing on her tiptoes. “It is so cute ! Look, this one, here : it has a beautiful zebra on it.”
Rupert left quickly the store front and walked at fast pace.
“Yeah, yeah ; I was actually looking at the one with the sauropod.”
“Oh, was it ?” asked the female, who tried to catch him up. “There was one with such an animal ? Are you sure ?”
“I know how to recognize a sauropod from a zebra, Julia.”
Another person ran across the street at that moment. Rupert looked at the male being in question. He crossed so fast that he could have had an accident, cars levitating fast and quietly. If so, Rupert should have had to call the urgency service, and this person would have been in great danger of extinction if they had not acted correctly. There would have been the waiting of the rescuers, the care and the worrying about the hurt living being, the explanations of the accident. The evening would have be ruined for Rupert. He would have not come back home for a while.
But no. The alien crossed the road safely.
With Julia, he walked a bit on a great avenue with stretches of mowed grass on which some people had let their garbage. A great monument rose at the end of the avenue, but it was closed at this hour of the day. And if they had came sooner they would have had to pay. At one point Julia said goodbye to Rupert, and applied her lips on his cheek. She took another way. The male, after looking at the monument under that darkening sky for some instants, turned back.
Rupert walked alone for a moment, his paws in his pockets.
Once before a great door, it opened, and then the male quickly raised his head to glance at the celestial sphere. The orange was fading in a gray, purple blue. Some white clouds were meant to pass by, all puffy on the top and plan at the bottom. His eyes screwed up a bit. The colors mirrored in his black pupils.
Then he passed the door frame and went home.
I wrote this short directly in English, especially for FA (by that I mean it's not a translated extract of one of my work or something else), thing that I've never done for a SFW before.
I would be really pleased if you leave comments or your impressions about it :) And as always, if you find any mistake, tell me !
“Reptilian rapture”
“There is some thing... But what ?
In the body...
In the tail... The scale... The paw... The claw...
The breath...
Woods. Essential, young ancient woods.
Dense and everywhere forest green-full.
How is it possible ? Why should it feel like this ?
There was a harsh sun on the crude concrete,
the dry, hot gray over the capital cries,
all that weight over the shoulders that goes on and on,
step by step, over the street and the horns squeaks.
By the inside it's a nothing but the violent
white of bright tiles and cold-blooded marble.
The same faces again and again and against
that damned metallic glass addressing everyone
that is no one. There's a cop here that seems bored.
And the cars wheezing under those tiny,
turned-up noses. Flattering false fabrics
making waves of shadows within smoke.
Those skin-colored round repetitions,
whirling and babbling and forever
– shriveling like people.
It can easily appears that nothing is worse than a city.
I would watch the sky. There's still left some sky here and there.
I can't help, but thinking that sky is still unchanged.
I like believing it remains pure of any disinfection.
That's how the woods came. The same sky
over the same continent.
Billions of ages could have created myths, but it's useless.
That same sunny star,
but a glorious, thick fog of prehistorical heat.
A complete planet within the reign of the scale.
Because of time and present, it has come to a point
about hating the slim, fragile, fleshy skin of ours.
That aborted preciosity, virgin of all strength.
There, in between the natures' pillars
the massive-ness of unthinkable beasts
and smooth muscles under earthy scales.
Rigid, firm slight armors of theirs is within touch.
Monstrous thigh so close it's heating inside.
A constant flow of roaring, grunting voices,
bathing in humid smells of breathes, of titanic fragrances,
basking in flavor of a pure wild aura.
A broad existence of power.
Staring at that tons-weighted feeling
facing giant jaws, draconian snouts, and heavy tails...
Just that digitigrade paw for theropodian instance.
All caressing, huddled up, crenelated fingers apart,
and a royal stomp,
an enormous force pushing the continent back,
pierced of the bowed Jurassic claws as dark teeth in the rock.
So different.
A whole full of wonder.
The pomp of the impressiveness
– awe's inspiring intensity so high nothing could crash it from space.
At daybreak,
stomped lands,
scratched skies,
mixed seas,
munched, loved, sensuous life matters.
All nature dominated,
crackled thanks to cretaceous galactic craters
and not even afraid of it, but embracing it.
It all marvels from the flow of the organic, forest colors.
A giant step in the grass. A plop like mud.
The melody of rich water falling. Of tepid dripping.
Of guttural roars over the clouds,
in Heaven.
A deep, rolling moan of pleasure.
…
Knowing it all can be whimsical is a complete disaster.
It may be because there's no threat anymore but ours,
It may be because nothing is no more important now than us,
Life would may be short. I am aware of what we worth.
But could a tyrannosaur not be thrown into a tantrum too ?”
***
Rupert looked at the bottom of the page.
He saw the special menu "Valentine's Day", subtitled "For two". His face didn't show any sign of emotion, his faded gaze still seeming half-tired, half-bored.
"And you know how it is difficult for him these days. Last time he almost broke his back ; I tell you this work is wearing him out."
The female, older than him, raised up her glass and drank a bit. During this moment of silence, the eastern pop music that was being broadcast in the restaurant was distinctly audible.
Rupert's eyes swept the plasticized page up to the top, then to the bottom again ; Rupert half-turned the page backwards to look again on the previous page.
"At least his car still help him. I hope they will continue to develop these synthetic intelligences. Do you know they had help for the sky's renovation ?"
"You mean when the starlight has been down ?"
"Yes."
"I know it, Julia," answered Rupert, the head down, his eyes on the menu. "I heard the housekeeper blessing the science department all the month. She hadn't been so enthusiast for years."
"Oh, I would have thought that Alice would have told you about that instead."
Rupert didn't blink. He looked on the opposite page. The plasticized paper was still a bit greasy, but not dirty. He could feel his finger slowly slipping on it.
"No, she didn't."
The waiter came, and asked for their orders. Julia announced her choice clearly, and then a moment of silence.
"Rupert ?"
"Oh, erm, yes," he muttered, "Erm, I'll take, well... Let's say... The D menu ?"
"One D menu," the waiter repeated.
He touched something on his pad, took the closed menu that Julia was handing him and the one that Rupert just glanced at, and then he bent a bit forward, saying that he shall come back in a moment. Then he left.
"He seems new," remarked the female, adjusting her glasses on her nose with her pink-colored nail and the tip of her index.
A pause. The music has changed to another tune.
"Oh, this song !" exclaimed Julia. "It actually comes from an anime. It is talking about hope, adventures and trust in their everyday partners. I think it's another silly plot with giant creatures leaving in balls or cards or stones or in real or something. I don't remember..."
The voice of the female has shifted to a tone both joyful and didactic. Julia actually looked at him with a gentle smile, leaning her head a bit to the right. The male did not answer. She bit a bit of her lower lip.
A flush of water was heard. Rupert turned the head toward the sound. On the wall besides him was a great painting of women in kimonos. Rupert noticed it at this moment. They all had a white-pearled face, dark, long hair, and a red silk dress. A crystal lake was depicted in the background and some cherry blossom were floating around them. A faint sound of china tapping against wood was heard. The women seemed rather happy. A silver-scaled creature could be distinguished in the lake, maybe. On the east, hung in the air, a little rectangle with numerous, abstract silhouettes on it indicated the bathroom door. Rupert heard a quiet laugh.
"I could ... invited him ... join us ... handsome."
The sudden words startled Rupert ; he looked now at Julia and made her understand that he hadn't understand what she just said. In the same time he noticed that they now had a bowl of white chips in the middle of the table.
"I was saying : I could have invited him to join us if he had been handsome."
" "Him" ?"
"The waiter."
"Oh. Okay."
Behind Julia, there was some shelves painted with the same night blue of the walls. Various items were place on them to give a picturesque tone to the restaurant : a little pot of flowers, some unidentified objects that would serve only to decorate, and among them, the statuette of an eastern dragon. It was all bright red. Rupert keep on looking at it casually before rising his glass up to his lips ; he wanted to drink but no liquid came to his mouth.
"Rupert, your glass is empty," remarked Julia.
"Oh. Right."
"What were you thinking about ?"
Rupert stopped glancing at the dragon.
"Nothing."
"Don't lie. We are always thinking about something."
"It was silly."
"And so what ? Since when your aunt cannot understand silly thing ?"
"I don't want to speak about it," replied Rupert. "It's personal, that's all."
"Hm hm."
Silence. The anime music was going on and on with the chorus about never surrendering and friendship.
“Do you still write in your free time ?”
“...Yes.”
“What your last writing is about ?”
The male said nothing first. He looked at the empty glass that his fingers were making roll slightly on its foot on the dark brown table, holding it by the long stem.
“I don't like it. I can't find the good words... I don't know if I am even capable of writing what I want.”
The female was focusing on his talking, looking at him kindly and wearing a little smile when she saw him looking for words.
“It's a feeling I am not even sure to grasp clearly.”
Rupert lost something in his intonation here. His fingers put the glass down on the table.
“So, in short, I have to work on it.”
“Is it that piece about din-”
“I already told you I don't want to speak about it,” he retorted. “I hate talking about what I write. What I write I write. Written thoughts are not to be spoken about.”
Julia closed her mouth. She lost her smile, quickly wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and looked around. Silence. The pop music kept going on and on. One brushing of papers in the restaurant's kitchen. Julia opened her mouth again.
"Do you get out on some nights or..."
"I go and watch actions on the theater further in Downtown, sometimes."
"Alone ?"
Rupert sighed quickly and forcefully. His forehead contracted a bit, and his mouth became more stiff on these words.
"Julia, I've already told you I am very good alone. Everything is fine."
"Yeah, I see that."
"I don't need your help. I am not even in need for help."
"Yeah, I know that."
"So stop talking about it."
Rupert ate a chips quickly. He turned his head and looked outside. The night was falling. Two crunches and the chips was quietly swallowed. Blurred lights began to appear between the silhouettes which were walking past. The slanting amber light from the sky was drastically thrown over the concrete, the car bodies and the sign-posts.
“What did you take eventually ?” asked Julia.
“Hm ?”
“On the menu.”
The male reflected.
“...I think it was the one with sashimis.”
“I took the one with the brochettes and-”
Rupert cut her short.
“Yes, but I prefer raw fish.”
Julia looked at Rupert. Her forehead frowned a bit ; her eyebrows came closer but remained separated with complicated wrinkles.
“I never meant to contradict you.”
“So stop talking,” and then Rupert sighed, crossed his arms on the table, and looked at the vacuum on the table, where his plate will be posed, as always.
“Okay. Good. Nice. Very nice,” answered Julia as she sipped a bit of her cocktail.
***
At one moment they came out and found themselves in the street. They started to walk. Julia had crossed her arms over her breast and she would tighten her grasp when she would glance at Rupert. The male was saying nothing.
The form of a massive body with a long tail and a long neck passed rapidly by his side. His head suddenly turned to the right ; he made a step backward and stood still, not even facing the store. Behind the front window, there were some tableware exposed, and, in a corner of the display table, one small plate sat on the top of two plates, each one having an animal painted on it ; the one over the top depicted a brown brachiosaur. Rupert's look and attention had been caught in a second. Was it especially a brachiosaur ? Did the artist even know what were the differences between the various species of sauropods ? Did he even mind about the beast he had been painting ?
“Did you find something ?”
The presence of Julia had abruptly loomed up behind him.
“Oh, erm, nothing,” he muttered.
“Oh, look at this one !” she smiled over his shoulder, standing on her tiptoes. “It is so cute ! Look, this one, here : it has a beautiful zebra on it.”
Rupert left quickly the store front and walked at fast pace.
“Yeah, yeah ; I was actually looking at the one with the sauropod.”
“Oh, was it ?” asked the female, who tried to catch him up. “There was one with such an animal ? Are you sure ?”
“I know how to recognize a sauropod from a zebra, Julia.”
Another person ran across the street at that moment. Rupert looked at the male being in question. He crossed so fast that he could have had an accident, cars levitating fast and quietly. If so, Rupert should have had to call the urgency service, and this person would have been in great danger of extinction if they had not acted correctly. There would have been the waiting of the rescuers, the care and the worrying about the hurt living being, the explanations of the accident. The evening would have be ruined for Rupert. He would have not come back home for a while.
But no. The alien crossed the road safely.
With Julia, he walked a bit on a great avenue with stretches of mowed grass on which some people had let their garbage. A great monument rose at the end of the avenue, but it was closed at this hour of the day. And if they had came sooner they would have had to pay. At one point Julia said goodbye to Rupert, and applied her lips on his cheek. She took another way. The male, after looking at the monument under that darkening sky for some instants, turned back.
Rupert walked alone for a moment, his paws in his pockets.
Once before a great door, it opened, and then the male quickly raised his head to glance at the celestial sphere. The orange was fading in a gray, purple blue. Some white clouds were meant to pass by, all puffy on the top and plan at the bottom. His eyes screwed up a bit. The colors mirrored in his black pupils.
Then he passed the door frame and went home.
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