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Word Challenge (Possess, Pies)



The old decrepit house on Willows street was said to be possessed every Christmas eve. An eerie fog would gather around its gated premises and the normally dormant glass globes by the broken windows would glow a menacing red. Its previous inhabitants, a young family who settled in several decades ago, had been driven mad; the couple wound up in separate asylums and their children orphaned. Curiously, all the members had developed an aversion to pies of all things. The father’s insane ramblings oscillated between the gift of a divine custard and the devil’s hellfire that incinerated it. The mother reenacted the preparation of the same meal that would always end with an iron mold placed in the oven. The two children had night terrors about utensils and cutlery. The police couldn’t make heads or tails of the case until they hired an exorcist to treat the afflicted. When the priest finished his work, he asked the detectives, “have you found the friend?”

Prophet of the Mount


A prophet stood on a high-rise in Times Square, shouting into the crowd below.

“Doom cometh to New York! The tides will rise. The sky will fall. The land will shatter. Leave and you shall be spared! Stay and suffer the Lord’s wrath! God wills it!”

The pedestrians booed him. The week had already brought in enough crazies from Santa exercising in a speedo (he’s losing weight), male prostitutes in Spiderman gear webbing female passerby’s, to Weed Man and Beer Man teaming up their panhandling operations.  Doomsday prophet guy was just another addition to the already bloated cast.

However, there were other signs. The cat on the “Cat on head guy” finally jumped off its owner’s head, presumably heading for higher ground. The mutant ninja turtle brothers changed their residences to Chicago. Iron man even went on vacation.

So when the sea did flood over the walls, tornados rained down from the heavens, and Hades spilt forth from down-under, the people at last panicked and fled.  A year after the ordeal, “The Day after Tomorrow” came out. The director thought it was a success. The Men in Black knew better.



fortune cookie

Fortune raised her eye-brows when the panhandler wished his benefactors good luck. She wasn’t happy to be tossed around like a floozy among desperate men in need of chump change. “Why should good luck be free to give? Where’s the equality in that?” To change her image, she turned luck into a commodity for exchange on the market. Units would now come in cookies to be bought and sold at the local supermarket. Whether the luck turned good or bad remained speculation but regardless, Fortune became wealthy overnight.

Cycles 1.


river 1

Four rivers became two. Two became one.  The flow took Ariel downstream from her little home by a creek all the way to the great-wide sea.  With her new-found freedom, she traversed the seven oceans, growing strong and worldly. Sometimes she swam with a group through dangerous passages fret with sharks and killer whales. Other times, she swam alone to go places unseen. Hidden caverns, coral reefs, lost cities she adventured. But with each passing spring, a twinge of an eroding memory would flare. It would send her packing towards the coast, looking for the river-mouth whence she came.

One river became two. Two became four… Leira combated the raging currents as the migration upstream commenced. Waterfalls and whirlpools littered their path while great beasts from both land and air hunted them daily. With each passing fork, the numbers appear but a dwindling fraction as the elements turned hostile against the flow. Fortunately, her previous life taught her the skills of survival from finding gullies where the current subsided to navigating the rapids under the cover of night.  By season’s end, she found herself in the old creek near forgotten. Checking that the surroundings safe, she knew her journey was coming to an end but would be the start for her children. Laying a thousand eggs along the creek’s bed, Leira named them Ariel and fell into the eternal sleep.

Origins 6.



The mirror cracked into a hundred pieces as the Countess tried to look herself in the eye. Behind her stood two young girls, both entranced from having caught a glimpse of her visage before the sound of glass shattering.  Their eyes couldn’t help but fixate with envy on such beauty that turned brother against brother, husband against wife, King against Queen. As she turned to face them, the first girl began to quiver. Unable to break free of her gaze, envy turned into self-loathing as the girl’s eyes transformed from a lucid marble to a grey stone. The second girl who averted the gaze at the last moment turned envy into malice. Brandishing a dagger to stab the Countess, the blade transformed into a snake and betrayed the wielder. Afterwards, the Countess would never try to see her reflection again.

The Constable


night beach ferris

The constable held a long gaze at the wall-mounted clock. Counting down the seconds, the officer waited in great anticipation for the minute-hand to strike 12, thus ending his 5:00-clock shift and the start of his month-long vacation. The second-hand took its sweet time during which he imagined the orangey glows of sunset beaches, beautiful women strolling down a boardwalk, and the neon lights of a city that never slept. By the time his dreams of revelry had released their grasp, it was 7:00 pm and he had missed the last bus home.

Of Music


music score 2

A pure-tone wanted to sing but could only muster a single sound. Sometimes louder, other times softer, the pitch refused to change and soon fell into the background. Alone, she fractured herself into pieces to keep herself company. One tone became two, three, four, and so-on where together they could sing and form a harmonic. However as time went on, not all their arrangements were pleasant. Many of the overtones competed, singing loudly to drown out others. Some were shy and preferred to stay mute, nearly forgetting their voice. Thus, a leader was needed and the original pure-tone, now fundamental as all the overtones were multiples of herself, accepted the role. Hence, the nice-sounding arrangements were organized into timbres and the group took to the streets, whistling their harmonics.

One day, the harmonic encountered another group with voices that didn’t match their own. A cacophony ensued and the two groups argued from morning to dusk until only murmurs and whispers could be heard. Once all the voices had died down, the two pure-tones fundamental to their respective harmonics met and began to take turns speaking. From that meeting onwards, the two groups of harmonics began to understand one-another. Pace, beat, and rhythm gave their conversations order and comprehension. Seeing the possibilities of what they could sing together, the two harmonics decided to merge into a harmony, traveling and singing as one.

Over the years, the harmony would grow large in size. To identify among themselves, they assigned symbols from an alphabet. Distant harmonics were given letters A to G whereas their close cousins were assigned suffixes like flat and sharp. Together, their voices struck a balance between tense and relaxed, hard and soft, tonic and atonic. Groups of three formed chords. Groups of eight that lead and ended with fundamentals formed octaves and scales. However with all the organization and structure of a troupe, the harmony lacked direction, a soul and its impulse to move beyond mere voice. In other words, harmony needed a melody, a heart that could resonate, sway, and inspire the hearts of others. This task it could not accomplish alone so it wrote itself into the natural world, leaving behind a legacy that others can listen to, compose from, and speak with across the ages.

Origins 5.


four elements 2

In a proto-marketplace, the four elements debated over the future currency.

“Fire releases energy in all things. We should all trade in units of heat exchanged”, exclaimed Fire in a heated voice.

Water, who held a prior grudge against fire responded, “Nonsense! All you do with that energy is feed yourself. Try turning that into work for a change.”

“I’d like to see how Water, who always takes the path of least resistance, gets any real work done”, retorted Fire, who started to fume.

Earth, with its grounded voice then spoke, “Now now gentlemen. No need to blow hot steam.  We all know that currency should neither dissipate nor sit idly. It must be parceled into measurable pieces and conveniently distributed. Air can do my deliveries.”

Air who overheard her name chimed in, “I would if Earth didn’t flake at the slightest wind of uncertainty. Besides, why should there even be a currency. Can’t we all just share that which is plainly around us all?”

The three other elements groaned in unison and the debate continued until a man showed up. Eyeing each element, he took a handful of Earth and washed away the dirt with Water to leave behind some ore. Placing the ores into Fire, the pieces smelted, leaving behind precious metals. The metals were then molded into discs and engraved with a signature as they slowly cooled in open Air. Thus, coinage was borne.

The Wayward Kite



A wayward kite, soaring high above the sky, sought a bit of heaven, a taste across its sails. Struggled and stretched, its line nearly spent. It pleaded for the wind to bend. The wind, hearing the kite’s wish, returned not with force but with course: “Bend and your line will break. Forever riding heaven’s currents, but leaving nothing in your wake. Retreat and sail another day. Forever living the struggle, but with renewing purpose and say.” The kite, heeding the wind’s wise words, withdrew to continue its tale.

Origins 4.



A wooden chalice hung as a mantelpiece atop a throne room. In times of drought, the chalice poured everlasting water. In times of famine, it produced handfuls of grains. However, the great bounty that the chalice gave could only be matched by the sacrifice required. That is, human blood kept the wood from turning to stone. The thief, who found the goblet amidst ancient burial tombs, warned the King of its inscription: “Beware of those who give gifts freely”. The advice was duly noted and the kingdom continued its usual business until the Great War.

The Great War taxed the kingdom and its people to its outermost limits. The human toll on all sides amassed as food and water dwindled. Discontent filled the atmosphere as talks of revolution mixed with pangs of thirst and hunger. The king, now in dire straits, started to blood-let the population, feeding both the chalice and the citizens. At first, the water and food satiated the masses as a drug would before gripping its victim in withdrawal. Within a month, the pangs returned with twice the ferocity with a new compulsion for blood. The revolution would soon turned into bloodbath as the kingdom slowly fed itself to the vessel.

By the end of the king’s reign, the chalice had grown in size of a cauldron. Its top now sealed, the artifact appeared more like a cocoon, incubating some unspeakable malice within. The throne now its cradle, a new inscription appeared along its side: “Rejoice for those who take gifts freely”.