One cold and windy night the crow shouted at the trees.
“Why are you all dressed up in those pretty red and yellow colors? Who are you trying to impress with those small and revealing leaves?”
And the trees shivered and whispered back with suppressed expectations.
“Winter is coming.”
When Sandra entered her room after taking a shower, she discovered two things. For one, she wasn’t alone in her room and secondly, she had left her dirty panties on the floor. On the tip of her bed, touching as little of it as possible, sad a man in a beige suit that was slightly too big. Sandra screamed and clutched the towel closer around her.
“Oh, I am terribly sorry to disturb you like that!” the man said as he sprung to his feet. “Auch. Please stop throwing belongs at me.”
“GET OUT OF MY HOME!” She screamed, throwing a scented candle at him.
“Again, terrible sorry, but – auch- that is simply not possible.”
“I’m gonna call the police, you psycho!”
“I’m afraid that won’t do you any good. See, I can’t leave the house without your soul.”
Sandra stopped with her phone in her hand and looked at the shy man.
“What?”
He drew the tip of his shoes around the carpet and kept his gaze low.
“I am, you could say, a ahem, a reaper of souls. So to speak. I’m sorry if this is an inconvenient time for you. I will turn around so you can get dressed.”
“You will do no such thing, you perverted intruder. Look at me when I’m talking to you!” The man made a small jump in his big suit and looked at her as if it took tremendous courage to do so.
“You are not taking my soul, do you hear me? It’s mine and I’m using it. So get out of here. Right now.”
He ran his fingers nervously through his dark blond hair before answering.
“Well, that’s not… That’s not how it works. Your… Your time is up. One might say. And it is erh my job to- to collect your soul.”
Sandra opened her drawer and picked some clean underwear.
“No.”
“Excuse me? No what?”
“Just no. I’m not going. Neither is my soul.” She dropped the towel and the soul collector in the beige suit stumbled into the bed and fell on his face.
The world was ending, everything crumbling, demolishing. All wars had been fought, all cards had been played.
“Here at the end we meet again,” God said with a sigh. “At last.” She looked at her creation and mourned for everything that would soon be no more.
“I’ve missed you too, old friend” Satan replied with a sad smile. She looked at God and finally reached for her hand.
“Now, at the end, was there really anything besides you and me?” she whispered, stepping closer.
God took a last glance of the dying world and turned to Satan.
“I guess not. Just you and me. And everything in between.”
The young girl looked at the depth between the stars and shivered in her mortality.
The robot across the table looked at the small human and tried to load her emotions.
“You are not alone,” it said.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
The robot turned its metallic head and looked at the shining stars.
“Don’t worry. We’ll find her,” the robot said.
This is a sort of sequel to At the end of the universe
Felix would never forget the first time he put on the glitter and
accessories, he felt invincible. Since that first night, he had sneaked
out more times than he could count, always terrified that the others
would discover him. It wasn’t just a dress up, it was a new identity, a
bulletproof amour. When he entered that bar, he entered a new world.
One night he was almost caught by one of the other horses in the stable but he managed to get away with his sparkles and horn.
It was 3 in the morning and in front of a bar two broad men were having an argument using mainly their fists.
Suddenly, a small and very local cloud of smoke appeared, not that the two fighters noticed in their own fog of alcohol.
The cloud lifted and revealed a cape-wearing figure striking a heroic pose, cloak waving in the wind.
“Police! Hands in the air!” Inspector Joden shouted before the figure could attack the unaware men.
“There’s something seriously wrong with this city. Last week we had to arrest a group of cape-wearing idiots beating a poor drug addict to death because he’d stolen some old lady’s purse.”
The bartender handed Inspector Joden another scotch.
“When the first so called heroes began to show up in Nocturban, everyone was thrilled,” said the bartender. “Now we’re all afraid. When people begin to take the law into their own hands, nobody’s safe.”
The cold night rain looked almost luminescent in the blinking lights from the neon signs above the bar.
Inspector
Joden was watching the entrance to the bar from the other side of the
street. He was hiding under his hat, shoulders up under his ears, not
from the suspected but from the rain. At least he tried to.
Freezing
and soaking wet to his skin he decided to abandon his post when a
cloaked shadow entered the bar. It happened almost too fast to be seen.
But Joden knew what he was looking for.
‘You know what the problem with this town is?’ He thought to himself as he crossed the street and unsecured his gun. ‘It has too many god damned heroes.’
A woman wearing an umbrella hat was watering her balloon lilies when
suddenly she encountered a tiny thumb soldier hiding among her flowers.
‘Oh!’ She exclaimed and raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“I’m just on patrol, ma’am.’ The soldier excused. ‘Guarding the area from moles.’
‘How awfully nice of you!’
‘Just doing my duty, ma’am.’
I asked them all to keep him safe
I asked them all to miss
and every being, stone and tree
made promises of this.
But I forgot the mistletoe
it was the only one
with jealousy and evil trick
he murdered my son.
Now I shall never laugh again
and never shall I rest
until I have my sweet revenge
with arrows in his chest.
[At Mastodon I asked people to give me a word and I would try to write a poem containing that word. Mistletoe was one of them.]