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Genre #4 - Entity

// Her faint and trembling hand delicately extends to touch, but it could not land on him

// Essence as a blessing and a curse - I wanted to ever fear it, but also to hold it dear

// In forms we never knew of, it reflected off the shoreline and through the dense branches

Pushing the boundaries of our understanding and awareness, these individual forms of immaterial self are shocking, and real.

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Hell, Iridescent

By LushDanielSon

December 15, 2020 0429

I was living in a relatable and uneasy world: school was mediocre, work was unfulfilling, I was struggling to make a love life, and family conflicts prevented most happiness in our lives together; body cyber-enhancements were commonplace; conflict plagued the streets, and a plague had plagued the streets; the country's politicians were at a loss of any agreements, and the world-wide civilization seemed at a loss of any agreements.

I was visiting the city, enjoying the sun with my ill grandma, Baledona*, my unusually amplified, sober and progressive mother, my laughable, young sister, and our pet, Richard, who was a strange animal - sort of like a cross between a cat, squirrel, and raccoon. Conversing outside their apartment complex in their neighborhood square where the garden was, we stood among a few trees and flowers. Upon discovery, I was not thrilled that my sister had ordered a 50-pound plushie Pokeball and a pair of shoes off my phone, which I had just noticed from an email. I didn't even know if she knew that she had bought them. My girlfriend, Dajita* - one of the cocktail waitresses - thusly walked past us all and she and I smiled at each other as she headed to the bar that was about to open nearby. I picked up my sister, who was almost too big to be held - though I promised myself that I will always be strong enough to be able to - and I stared into her eyes and examined her playful attempt at makeup detail.

“Christmas is coming soon, and if you like what you ordered, that's what you are going to get.” She understood my joke and chuckled.

The sun was rising over the valley, and a new type of day was to begin and change our lives forever.

I was partaking in a raid which I was summoned to. A gang of thugs was terrorizing a local business, and I was professionally tasked to help them as the first line of rescue. Past the calamity of evacuation and avoiding a hoard of their guards, I entered the main stage room on a high floor of the building where three intruders were shaking down and interrogating the company’s head boss. I snuck up and grabbed one of them from the back in a chokehold after sonically disabling his auditory systems. A speedy cybernetic fistfight ensued between the culprits and me! When guns were finally drawn by them, I bailed before they had the chance to open fire on me. My intervention only needed to give the hostages enough time to escape.

From a dead sprint I slid across the gravel outside, far away from the building, and sat up against a police cruiser. Taking this cover, I was safely hidden next to a hoard of rescue and police vehicles that were rushing to the burning scene. There was a pandemonium of screaming, fleeing business people and emergency staff. The boss I had saved collapsed next to me, quickly thanking me for helping him see his kids again. We gazed at each other's eyes for a few moments, and amid the rush and noise he ran away to be with his family. I lay there in the churned gravel, observing the SWAT team line up and begin their offensive into the building.

The world seemed to melt away in front of my eyes - an unreal distortion of the reality I once thought I knew. I was carried - on what seemed like a platform - from where I was, in a spectating manner, past the raid I had just escaped from. Past blocks of towering concrete city residentials to more open plains, I was carried towards a row of fighter jets that were neatly lined up and facing away from me on the outskirts of a train yard. A crowd of people, scurrying like ants, crowded behind them. { Censored *1} I had no choice but to helplessly witness this, and I was filled with the intensity of grief, anger, and madness!

I was carried higher, and I was delicately turned so I could have a panoramic view of this realm. The grassy freeway beneath me held long columns of unmoving vehicles, the lake glistened and lined lush mountainous plains to the right, and to the left I was captured by a hellscape of the city I once knew - a city born in front of a wall of mountains. I gasped! I froze. My eyes widened, and I became weak and breathless. Hell seemed to pall in the sky above the metropolis, and it rained down souls of insanity and mutation. Even the buildings themselves were morphing into something unknown and grotesque to me - rusting into an atramentous city. I then noticed the movement of people far below me on the freeway running from it like dark sand grains sliding down a fiery volcanic slope. From what was in this curse of ruin, I did not know, but I heard the screaming of monsters.

I was devastated from this observation of the end of the life I had just lived, and I worried greatly about my sister somewhere out there in the smoke. I wondered what was to come of me - of us - and why I was spared from the direct immersion of the fallout of this civilization. I lied down and cried myself to sleep on the metallic platform guiding me through the cataclysm.

I awoke, and my shifting perspective had taken me south, long past the city valley and into a whole new world. It was iridescent, warm and radiant. Though I had just seen my whole origin become cancerous and die, I was not burdened by fear - just grief. But this place seemed entirely untouched and safe. I drifted amidst castles, dancing trees, arching rainbows, colorful gardens, brave animals, cozy village homes, and finally down stone alleys. I spread out my arms and felt the walls as I was lowered to a gate in front of a palace fit for royalty. My spectating had finally come to a stop.

"I can feel EVERYTHING! It's all REAL!" I accepted this presentness of lucidity, and I took my time to ground myself within it. Touching the stone architecture of the gated area, I closely examined the sharp, volcanic texture. The stone’s jagged, porous surfaces scraped against the skin of my fingerprints similar as the bare, ancient desert mountains I have climbed over the years would. As if they were of the same serrating rock, this sensation brought forth memories of more pleasant times.

I dismounted the metallic platform and sauntered through a grand, polished bronze gate. This led to a wide and tall, open room with an exotically designed pond that was stocked with colorful fish and small islands. Rows of flourishing plants and marble benches decorated the hall, and large, ornate windows flooded the room with sunlight.

I was curiously identifying a fish when I heard the familiar cry of my dear pet Richard! Quickly he scuttled up next to me, jumping into my arms. We nearly cried together because we knew we were safe there, finally knowing someone we love is found. We were embracing each other, like a master and companion reuniting after years apart - except it was only moments. Droplets formed in my eyes as Richard made his enchanting little animal sounds of joy, wagging his tail and burying his face in my chest.

He abruptly halted his celebration and stared up at me, and in my disbelief, he SPOKE to me. His brown eyes stared distantly into mine, as if he was overtaken by the memory of something vitally important.

“The one you are looking for is right around the corner in the ballroom. His name is Santa. There is hope in finding our sister! She is alive in the city, and you need his guidance! Your sister needs your help, Daniel!”

A wave of emotions devoured me, and I became immobile and speechless for a moment. The reality of the disaster had returned to me. I delicately set Richard down onto the tile and turned around to where he glanced. He hastened through the archway into another room such as this, which was now growing with buzzing, disembodied voices. I followed, anxiously feeling the first steps towards what I knew was to be a living hell - the journey to save my sister.

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Genre #3 - Animals

// Plumes of bold and loud colors spread like a deck as they stretched their shining wings

// A soft glow of life lit in the abyss - life too ancient to have ever seen the light of the sun

// Tusks as large and as stiff as tree branches raked the tall grasses, and barely missed

Animals are the charismatic creatures that have prevailed since long before our era of sharing our place and time on this fragile, dynamic world.

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The City Lighthouse - Memory #10

By LushDanielSon

June 2, 2020

I was tasked by my manager to man the city’s lighthouse, make repairs, clean and to destroy inadequate equipment. I was confused and hesitant at the latter part of his request, but I left for duty anyways. Passing through corridors and hallways, I was reminded of old hotels I stayed in as a child traveling through an unknown land. Down the emergency staircase and out from the dark, murky basement of the main building, I crossed the empty parking lot to the entrance of the towering lighthouse. I unlocked the metallic door and ascended the rusty staircase leading to the lantern room. From the inside, I noted its decorative, winding stripe pattern, which was darkened by the night, yet slightly illuminated by the surrounding city lights outside. I pulled myself up the ladder and pushed open the hatch at the bottom of the room to get to the bulb. When examining it, I found I wasn't sure how to turn it on, as there was no fuse or switch anywhere. I supposed it would be lit by kerosene, to which I would have to find a solution.

I did want a moment to take a pause and observe the view outside before I resumed work. The city was close - tall buildings lit up against the empty silhouette of a moonless night. Some cars crawled through the far streets. I also saw that at the nearby harbor on the other side of the tower, large wooden ships equipped with cannons, sails and bustling crewmen swayed and drifted in the waves. I had a presumption that they were docking for the night while preparing for their next engagement. It seemed obscure that there was such a contrast of era and hardware between the two sides of the lighthouse.

After this lengthy pondering about in the dark I got back to attempting to figure out how the ignition worked for the light. I found a peculiar device, which looked like a screw for a gas stove, and upon loosening it I was instantly sprayed and blinded by liquids and choked by the fumes! The hissing spray incessantly filled the cramped room, and it quickly became hard to find clean air to breathe! I couldn't see or feel my way to close the leak, and while enduring, holding my breath and approaching a panic, I found the hatch and clambered down the ladder out of the lantern room. After blindly slamming the hatch sealed, I heard my boots smack into a pool that was filling from the leak above. Squinting hard and gasping for air, I avoided the liquid that was spraying down and flowing in a stream along the walls like it was rather from a rainstorm.

While rasping my contaminated lungs and ineffectively wiping at my burning eyes, I felt my way down the steel steps, around the garage and back to the basement where I came from. I tried to contact my manager for help, but my radio was shot. In haste I fumbled back through the basement, and through an emergency exit window in the same staircase leading back up to the hotel hallway I noticed the strobing lights and muffled, blaring sirens of the fire department pulling in. I backtracked to meet them, exited the basement and made my way back across the lot, calling for the firemen’s help. Washed with guilt, grating with pain, and as they prepared to clean and examine me, I calmly explained the situation so they could effectively perform their own duties. Though I knew I was in safe hands, an underlying fear of consequence and the shame of inadequacy petrified me as I stared up at the sleeping, unlit beacon.

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Street Huff

By LushDanielSon

September 30, 2023 0739

Chaos and anarchy filled the roughest city streets I had ever seen. It was a place of lurkers and whispering shadows, where you could get robbed or kidnapped at any corner. People filled every square, every street, and every alley. Crowds gathered to puff on the infamous contraband inhalers they called “huff,” some drank stiff cocktails, and others got their buzz in boisterous chatter. Colorful street lights contrasted the grim, graffitied tunnels hidden from street view and reflected off the dampness of the avenue’s cracked pavement.

Yet I knew, in the paradox of daylight, it was a place some called home - where families raised children, shopped the local markets, held celebrations with strangers, and where teens loitered for way too long. Amidst the madness, the few people that I gravitated towards were the outliers bearing normality - the man who jogged down the crowded street to his place of work, projecting music off a portable speaker; the family men who were cleaning their cars in the cool of night; the studious in observant solitude; or the kind who would pleasantly smile at newcomers.

I entered a small, tucked-away shop for purchasing, little aware of an awaiting and dark encounter. Outside the front doors, young troublemakers grouped and waited for their next victim. Through the window, I saw them provocatively touching my car, laughing and crossing their arms, beckoning my response. I burst out the doors to confront them while shouting and establishing my defense as we circled each other! They had supposedly hacked the ATM to dispense my W2s, but I did not fall for their outdated tricks. I took the first chance and rapidly scrambled into my car, inserting my keys into the ignition as they hammered my windows with their fists! I revved the engine and chased them out of the gritty parking lot - out of one pocket of the concrete nest and into another.

A man sat in a chair detached from the rest of the crowds, nearly in the street, but he was still laughing with part of the group. Puffing on an original cigarette, he observed as the pregaming cacophony rose for their event - huffing, drinking, and devolving insanely. The man jogging to work seemed to part everyone with ease, gliding down the center of the street as if he did this every day, earning him a particular shot of respect from his community. I followed shortly behind him and his rap music, peering through the staircases and empty gaps in the buildings, through the flashing lights and mobs, and past the broken glass and piles of garbage. It was time I began searching for my client.

I met him on the sidewalk and curiously admired his individual style that was inspired by the streets behind me. He had a buzz cut, was white, lean, tatted, shorter than me, and had on an open heavy coat with casual streetwear underneath. I approached him to begin our interview, and as we made our ways through the back entrance and halls to his shop, he began his tale. I listened intently to his personal struggles of addiction to huff, of overcoming, of escaping the streets, and the responsibility he assumed to gradually clear the streets of its dangers.

"I was stuck, and the only way I could get out of it was to do something to get rid of it," he confessed. I commended his actions, feeling at ease with the softness in his voice and the tenderness in his eyes - then almost wishing for friendship.

Albeit the streets were dirty once again, neither of us spoke into that sobering detail as he set up his shop for another busy day. I peered distantly through the gated windows as the sun gracefully rose and bathed the waking city in hues of blood. In the sobering light, I questioned to myself how these city blocks stood firm amid the massive sea of lost, reckless, and impulsive souls that frequented the dark streets. What I realized, that standing behind me, was an example of the people who bring hope, resolution, growth, and history to the same community.

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Genre #2 - Ambience

// I paused, frozen by the metronomic ticking of an old clock in the corner

// Gentile echoes of the falling rocks rang amplified by the devoid alpine air

// We breathed the stillness of a crisp, windless winter night - a picturesque serenity

Ambience is about the aura, the stillness, and the enchanting sensations of what might have gone largely unnoticed in one’s world.

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An Animal Party

By LushDanielSon

January 27, 2018 5:19 pm

Our home, an abandoned and destroyed former hotel, we returned to. Deep in the wilderness, this model of wealth and abundance served as our recourse. We would often return there to stay there in the days after we survived, and others did not. Evidence of an unknown company haunted us: a shifted chair; a softened candle; missing wood debris; an opened cabinet; tracks in the dust. While laying down my gear, I caught a glimpse of his wild mane and mask behind distant trees - I could not determine if he was even a man. He sprinted through the surrounding woodland with the gust of a small bird maneuvering through them. A frequent visitor, as are the likes of our party, we were able to trace his routines. He was found hiding in the attic, and we managed to combat and apprehend him - but a much more insane turn came soon after this event.

Drawn by noises in the forest, I approached the center of the building where the winding staircases met from the front entrance. I leaned on the handrails and craned my body to peer out the cracks in the walls and stained, broken windows. I was searching frantically for what was encircling and producing those distractions around us - those who claimed the hotel for the day. Vocals, chirps and sapien-like growls echoed in all directions, followed by sharp bangs on the trees and the rustling of quick feet in the underbrush! My heart rate jolted as I made eye contact with one of the forest’s beings - masked with the snout of a lion, mane lightly blowing in the breeze, and its face framed by the broken window. It shook its head and chanted, smacking its wooden cane against the window frame as if it were taunting me!

I rushed downstairs to meet the intruder, but what I saw at a table in the middle of the waiting room halted me with surprise. As if it were pure fantasy, I saw animals of all sorts conversing loudly with each other! Anthropomorphized and sitting at the table were an elephant, zebra, panther, jaguar, gorilla, and various birds and reptiles! In awe I observed them getting up from their seats and conducting a musical score with vocals and instruments - like what I can only credit to seeing in children’s movies. They proceeded through the halls, up and down the stairs, and paraded around the hotel, in a jazz ensemble singing about their roles as part of the "resistance" against our threat. We did, after all, have a hostage of one of their kind in one of the upstairs rooms. Even more strangely, they were entirely nonchalant and even jovial about it, as if that situation were instead a celebration for a special holiday!

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Genre #1 - Adventure

// The captain barks out rekindling commands of action to his languishing crew

// The adrenalizing howl of those nearby wolves amped our ancient instincts

// Wonder and strength shown from her bruised eyes - we found our voyager

Adventure is the heartbeat of the daring and fearless - the realm where ordinary lives ascend into extraordinary tales of enterprise and thrill.

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Treasures - Teaser 7

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The Three Kings

By LushDanielSon

January 27, 2018 5:19 pm

Pulses lit the sky beyond the mountain’s shape, growing ever closer. A repeating din shook through the trees and overpowered the gentile breaking waves of the lake. The luminous, terrific clouds churned, crashing like glowing waves of their own. Light bent and warped through them as if we were subsurface and surviving a typhoon from below ocean water. The cataclysm of the night sky raged with ungodly might!

Then they seemed to be born; out of the clouds and flashes they dominated the air. Three Kings levitated over the water. Their shapes, ancient even to trees, were of domed and rounded bulk overtop with tendrils of reaching serpents underneath. Whirring and howling of mechanized operation reverberated over the water, overpowering the electromagnetic clashing beyond. They would themselves flare with luminous charge, yet also gather to collide, wrangle and morph. Nebulous, suspended fusion of repeated generations reborn the Three Kings further elaborate and unknown - a transmogrification of eon and species.

I held my phone as steady as I could, for the importance of the clarity of these images could only be outdone by the priority of our safety. As Auranos* and I barreled back to where we were staying, I angled the camera towards my left as the video rolled, shaking with my movement and struggling to capture the dimness. The luminosity of the colliding beings fluctuated in irregularity. The lake’s breaking waves shone intensifying, and the grasses and trees of the mountainside were cast into light as the flashes in the sky cut through them. Intensity of din and score filled the air; the landscape’s colors and shapes manifested under the ruinous sky! This sky, the Three Kings possessed and became!

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What We Always Were