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Not exactly macro/micro as I wanted. But I plan to keep this engine running! Only way to keep my mind away from sickness and all right now.
Today I tried a little bit of "short and enigmatic" writing. Of course, I won't be the best at it haha, but that's what growth is for right?
Anyways, story is only one thousand words long. And albeit a bit depressing, but a majority of series must start from the bottom! No synopsis cause it's really small, enjoy~
“Katsu, tut uatana tuva! Ruviano! Dasbe!”
Julie's heart fell like a man jumping off a cliff. The augur, the medium, even lending their nightly catch to the haruspex. She was about to vomit on the bloody carpet, hurk after hurk of pure disgust. “Diavoe! Diavoe!” That man, where was he? Falling to her knees, the pressure became hard to hold back! Her chest swollen up, and the image of rot filled her mind! She was about to–
But soon before that moment could happen, an angel's fingertips cradled her shoulder in complete warmth. Causing the tsunami inside her to settle down. “Ah~ Diavoe!” She held that hand close. Its warmth radiated off of her cheek, melting every emotion like butter and spreading it evenly across a slice of bread. How she missed the gentle winds breezing through her hair. How those squishy pads cradled her head during the night. Like a pillow, one that helped her sleep at night. One that let her dream. One that made her forget.
On the way home, Diavoe need not say a word, because he knew the answer. “Your stench is foul”, it sounded similar. And Julie knew exactly why. No matter where they asked around, they all prophet the same thing in one roundabout way or another. Julie held up her bloated stomach, uncovered by fur unlike most, exposed enough to where the gazes felt like daggers gutting her inside out! “Phisomo, Jullie. Phisomo vex~”
But those words. Those pulpy words, gifted by such a deep, quiet, soft voice. She would gut out her eardrums if it meant never hearing that sweet tone again. Not even her parents had such power.
As the two sat aside from each other at the rounded table, Julie grasped Diavoe's golden, left arm and pressed it against her chest. His nails poked out and accidentally pressed into her plush bossom. Nonetheless, Julie beamed as she looked into those sapphires; moons in the night. Far brighter than any candle or torch out there.
He looked down with a face of pure guilt, as if he'd done something wrong. As if it was ever his fault. As if he was the one who told her those terrible, terrible things. It made her heart simultaneously skip a beat yet drop a foot.
“A demon rests inside you.” The thought made her eyes suddenly tear up. And with so little as a pen drop, she began to weep loudly in his chest. Over his shoulder. Mucus sticking to him like a goopy parasite. Her tears trickled down his fur and absorbed into the fluff. And the scratching screams devoured by his fuzzy, warm chest.
Julie awoke with swollen eyes, a blanket over her body, and a plump pillow beneath her head… the only pillow she could ever sleep on. Looking over to see its golden outline lazily slumped over, and yet another head resting atop hers, much alike a pillow as well. She giggled before nodding off, for five more minutes. To dream again… To forget…
It was only five minutes after all…
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The sound of glass shattering woke Diavoe up in a cold sweat. Looking down to see that Julie was missing! He jumped to his paws and instinctively sprinted towards the noise! “Julie! Julie! Cono erea!” He desperately called out. Darting towards the noise!
Only five minutes had passed, yet somehow the window shattered, there were townsmen dragging her by the hair, a blood trail sprinkled with glass. Them! He spent not even a second to think before diving through the shattered window and hurtling towards the townspeople. Clawed feet tapping in unison as Julie cried and begged to be unhanded!
Using his shoulder and trained physique, he bashed the furthest one, causing them both to tumble and fall face first into the mud. His nose flared! And something he never wanted to happen again swirled in his chest.
Around seven pigs carried his lover. Scum like them deserved to meet a slow fate at his hands. No, all the townspeople deserved it! They longed for it! His claws spiked from his disarming digits, reflecting the sunset in their glory.
Why? Why must it always be her? Since birth, she was born without. That was an unchanging fact. But Diavoe, her precious Diavoe never deserved this! Without him… she was colourless; transparent.
The men all surrounded him like a pack of wolves. Alas there was nothing she could do. She would become transparent once again…
Diavoe stood up with a fiery ambition. Clenching his paws into fists. Though he knew his ambition was selfish, though he knew he wouldn't win, he stood there, allowing the wolves to bear witness to his phisomo! Kicking a patch of dust up during his mad dash, crossing up the torch bearer and straight to the knife. He smacked it out of their hands! Leaning in for a devastating knee to the stomach! The man winced in pain, coughing out his pre-hunt meal as someone from behind bare their fangs and stabbed into his shoulder!
As he fought for her. She could only focus on the sharp knife that had slipped into her fingers. “Your stench is foul'' shakily bringing it up to her bloated stomach. Pointing it at the men forward. “A demon rests inside of you.” She needed to protect Diavoe! At all costs! “The skin are not aren't allowed!”
Her fingers pivoted the knife, sending it pointing backwards. She couldn't take it; this, demon. This, infection. Should never be allowed into this world, for Diavoe's sake. “Phisomo… Diavoe.”
Not even the deepest of burns could imitate her pain. Weaving the blade through her belly button like a mitten. In and out, again and again, and again, and again. Red jucies spewing out the pinata. And again. And again. Balloons popping, Diavoe cheering! Again and again. And again. Is it a girl? A boy? No, it is an it. Again and again. And again. Over and over. Until his eyes rested lovingly on her…
“P-ph-hi…so-so-m-m-mo…”
Hatred… violence… despair… right now… he felt… red. Staring at the beautiful image lying before him; her starlight hair curled into small, puffed up balls. A scarlet pool ingrained into his eyes. Absorbing Julie into its embrace. And a dark, black hole… It shook him to his core. Unable to hold back the blue in the midst of cheering. “Julie! Julie!”
At last, the demon
Today I tried a little bit of "short and enigmatic" writing. Of course, I won't be the best at it haha, but that's what growth is for right?
Anyways, story is only one thousand words long. And albeit a bit depressing, but a majority of series must start from the bottom! No synopsis cause it's really small, enjoy~
“Katsu, tut uatana tuva! Ruviano! Dasbe!”
Julie's heart fell like a man jumping off a cliff. The augur, the medium, even lending their nightly catch to the haruspex. She was about to vomit on the bloody carpet, hurk after hurk of pure disgust. “Diavoe! Diavoe!” That man, where was he? Falling to her knees, the pressure became hard to hold back! Her chest swollen up, and the image of rot filled her mind! She was about to–
But soon before that moment could happen, an angel's fingertips cradled her shoulder in complete warmth. Causing the tsunami inside her to settle down. “Ah~ Diavoe!” She held that hand close. Its warmth radiated off of her cheek, melting every emotion like butter and spreading it evenly across a slice of bread. How she missed the gentle winds breezing through her hair. How those squishy pads cradled her head during the night. Like a pillow, one that helped her sleep at night. One that let her dream. One that made her forget.
On the way home, Diavoe need not say a word, because he knew the answer. “Your stench is foul”, it sounded similar. And Julie knew exactly why. No matter where they asked around, they all prophet the same thing in one roundabout way or another. Julie held up her bloated stomach, uncovered by fur unlike most, exposed enough to where the gazes felt like daggers gutting her inside out! “Phisomo, Jullie. Phisomo vex~”
But those words. Those pulpy words, gifted by such a deep, quiet, soft voice. She would gut out her eardrums if it meant never hearing that sweet tone again. Not even her parents had such power.
As the two sat aside from each other at the rounded table, Julie grasped Diavoe's golden, left arm and pressed it against her chest. His nails poked out and accidentally pressed into her plush bossom. Nonetheless, Julie beamed as she looked into those sapphires; moons in the night. Far brighter than any candle or torch out there.
He looked down with a face of pure guilt, as if he'd done something wrong. As if it was ever his fault. As if he was the one who told her those terrible, terrible things. It made her heart simultaneously skip a beat yet drop a foot.
“A demon rests inside you.” The thought made her eyes suddenly tear up. And with so little as a pen drop, she began to weep loudly in his chest. Over his shoulder. Mucus sticking to him like a goopy parasite. Her tears trickled down his fur and absorbed into the fluff. And the scratching screams devoured by his fuzzy, warm chest.
Julie awoke with swollen eyes, a blanket over her body, and a plump pillow beneath her head… the only pillow she could ever sleep on. Looking over to see its golden outline lazily slumped over, and yet another head resting atop hers, much alike a pillow as well. She giggled before nodding off, for five more minutes. To dream again… To forget…
It was only five minutes after all…
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The sound of glass shattering woke Diavoe up in a cold sweat. Looking down to see that Julie was missing! He jumped to his paws and instinctively sprinted towards the noise! “Julie! Julie! Cono erea!” He desperately called out. Darting towards the noise!
Only five minutes had passed, yet somehow the window shattered, there were townsmen dragging her by the hair, a blood trail sprinkled with glass. Them! He spent not even a second to think before diving through the shattered window and hurtling towards the townspeople. Clawed feet tapping in unison as Julie cried and begged to be unhanded!
Using his shoulder and trained physique, he bashed the furthest one, causing them both to tumble and fall face first into the mud. His nose flared! And something he never wanted to happen again swirled in his chest.
Around seven pigs carried his lover. Scum like them deserved to meet a slow fate at his hands. No, all the townspeople deserved it! They longed for it! His claws spiked from his disarming digits, reflecting the sunset in their glory.
Why? Why must it always be her? Since birth, she was born without. That was an unchanging fact. But Diavoe, her precious Diavoe never deserved this! Without him… she was colourless; transparent.
The men all surrounded him like a pack of wolves. Alas there was nothing she could do. She would become transparent once again…
Diavoe stood up with a fiery ambition. Clenching his paws into fists. Though he knew his ambition was selfish, though he knew he wouldn't win, he stood there, allowing the wolves to bear witness to his phisomo! Kicking a patch of dust up during his mad dash, crossing up the torch bearer and straight to the knife. He smacked it out of their hands! Leaning in for a devastating knee to the stomach! The man winced in pain, coughing out his pre-hunt meal as someone from behind bare their fangs and stabbed into his shoulder!
As he fought for her. She could only focus on the sharp knife that had slipped into her fingers. “Your stench is foul'' shakily bringing it up to her bloated stomach. Pointing it at the men forward. “A demon rests inside of you.” She needed to protect Diavoe! At all costs! “The skin are not aren't allowed!”
Her fingers pivoted the knife, sending it pointing backwards. She couldn't take it; this, demon. This, infection. Should never be allowed into this world, for Diavoe's sake. “Phisomo… Diavoe.”
Not even the deepest of burns could imitate her pain. Weaving the blade through her belly button like a mitten. In and out, again and again, and again, and again. Red jucies spewing out the pinata. And again. And again. Balloons popping, Diavoe cheering! Again and again. And again. Is it a girl? A boy? No, it is an it. Again and again. And again. Over and over. Until his eyes rested lovingly on her…
“P-ph-hi…so-so-m-m-mo…”
Hatred… violence… despair… right now… he felt… red. Staring at the beautiful image lying before him; her starlight hair curled into small, puffed up balls. A scarlet pool ingrained into his eyes. Absorbing Julie into its embrace. And a dark, black hole… It shook him to his core. Unable to hold back the blue in the midst of cheering. “Julie! Julie!”
At last, the demon
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An interesting story! I felt curious about what is going on from the beginning and I liked the way you overall framed narration and the events.
And is the phrase "Katsu, tut uatana tuva" in some particular language? I tried to check it in translator and it said it was Bulgarian but didn't translate it into anything, lol. I thought that Phisomo and Diavoe sounds really nice, along with the phrase I mentioned earlier and everything.
And what did happen at the end? I understood that the demon was living alongside Julie and saw her dragged away and then came to help her? Was that right? o.O Was he slain? Or something else happened? I'm quite curious and can't really wrap my head around it, haha.
I also wish you quick return to health. ^^
And is the phrase "Katsu, tut uatana tuva" in some particular language? I tried to check it in translator and it said it was Bulgarian but didn't translate it into anything, lol. I thought that Phisomo and Diavoe sounds really nice, along with the phrase I mentioned earlier and everything.
And what did happen at the end? I understood that the demon was living alongside Julie and saw her dragged away and then came to help her? Was that right? o.O Was he slain? Or something else happened? I'm quite curious and can't really wrap my head around it, haha.
I also wish you quick return to health. ^^
Haha, the point of the story was kinda to make your head spin with ideas. Though it does have a set in stone path to future parts. I can't exactly tell you what that is for it would ruin the supirise!
But, I also know that my imagery can be very iffy at times. Diavoe came to save her. Diavoe saw her get dragged away. Those are facts.
For the language, I'd say it's all sort of made up haha. ^^ Though, I had a set in stone idea for what they would be saying if translated back to english. Phisomo for instance, likely has a pretty easy to understand meaning. (If my story was good at that ><)
But I might integrate it as a whole language. Who knows? Maybe it would get a little alphabet and stuff. But for now it's (vaugely) made up.
But, I also know that my imagery can be very iffy at times. Diavoe came to save her. Diavoe saw her get dragged away. Those are facts.
For the language, I'd say it's all sort of made up haha. ^^ Though, I had a set in stone idea for what they would be saying if translated back to english. Phisomo for instance, likely has a pretty easy to understand meaning. (If my story was good at that ><)
But I might integrate it as a whole language. Who knows? Maybe it would get a little alphabet and stuff. But for now it's (vaugely) made up.
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