Et Cetrum

Sorry for the title. I couldn’t think of one more lofty sounding or with even a certain amount of sense in it on such short notice.
To the point. With reference to Shivana’s blog, I would like to point out that Greek theatre doesn’t have to be a tragedy all the time, and that Greek heroes [...]

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Dilemma

Blackness. Somehow, the thin metallic thread of consciousness that descended like a heavy blanket upon – him, it, for the lack of an appropriate pronoun – seemed…novel.
He…felt himself prone, on a table, in a room filled with an air of antiseptic sterility. He, of course, could not…feel. Not through his exterior covering, in any case. [...]

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Evanescence

As all things were on Earth the winds of change blow, in cascading rapture of the condiments of destiny. The things of beauty are rarely eternal, for no matter how far life stretches it is yet a mere blink in the timeframe of the cosmos. The entire collected lives, dreams, experiences,joys and hurts of every [...]

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The Sky’s the Limit

Really, Nova.
Indeed, Nova has captured the vein of my thoughts concerning HPatHBP quite succintly, I must say. Although I don’t feel Diagon Alley to be very much removed from previous depictions.
One of the primary reasons why I hadn’t reviewed it quite as exhaustively as Nova had was (and I must admit) that I was still [...]

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Contact

One of the most spellbindingly beautiful movies I have ever watched has to be Contact. While it can be slow at times (not to mention having an utter lack of action sequences) it paints such a picture of assembled hopes, fears and the essence of what it is to be human, that it just cannot [...]

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Half-Blood Prince

Ever since I became the witting guinea pig in one of nova’s irascible experiments my life has been affected seriously. The coming of the Joiner King no longer seems such a sweetly anticipatory event; and I shall be making unwarranted incursions into the young-adults section of Kinokuniya, Takashimya.
The Half-Blood Prince seems like one of those [...]

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Standoff

The golden rays of the noonday sun were merciless on the beaten ground, the baked soil almost crackling with the terrible heat. But the large crowd of people standing about the premises were heedless of their discomfort; another event was taking place that transcended mere mortal affliction.
They stood on opposite sides of the field, the [...]

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The Last Light – The Punitive Legions

The beat of wardrums sounded from the distance even as the Procession fled. Order was dissolving; men and women were running helter-skelter, heedless of the futile proddings of the soldiers. Thallae ran with the rest, infant cradled in his arms. The baby was sweating, red, and clearly in a bad way, eyes staring glassily up [...]

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The Last Light – Whispers of the Dead

Ever since the disconcerting revelation by Nompidi, Vash had not once slept soundly. As he led his ragged band of sneering escapees, he could almost feel the animosity radiating towards him like merciless rays of a desert sun. Every time he spoke with Nompidi he gritted his teeth and made sure to respond as civilly [...]

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The Last Light – The Staggering March

Morning came bleak and cold to the survivors of the Cataclysm of Hadon, as the early risers rose from their sleeping grounds. There had been no time to pack; many of the poor, even some of the better-off had been sleeping on mats of coarse cloth, under the stark sky.
The unnatural fear that had been [...]

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The Last Light – Fleeing Time

The ragged band, two hundred strong, stumbled, one and every weary, despairing; some crazed with fear, some weeping with abandon. They stank of the reek of death.
Two hours out from the ruined city of Hadon, their former home, and the unearthly glow from the terrible energies released from that cataclysmic last stand still shone, like [...]

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Allure

He saw her for the first time near a tiny shop of oddments, staring at the assorted matchstick men arrayed on the windowsill with an expression of quirky amusement. She was dressed simply, grey woolen sweater over a blue shirt and jeans that looked just slightly worn at the knees. Her hair was neck-length and [...]

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Thrift

Baron Wihelm von Bruesser was by no means an extravagant personage. Indeed, he was parsimonious to a fault; hoarding the vast bulk of his considerable fortune in banks that shall not be identified here, and his ancestral estates were studies in practiced penury.
But as men say there is none save God whose mind is bereft [...]

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Simply Irritation

Really. I mean, really.
After looking at some sites, mostly religous ones, preaching the detrimental natures of books like Harry Potter and Dan Brown – what in God’s name is wrong with these people? Do they really believe kids all around the world will join Satanic cults or try to play as witches after reading Harry [...]

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Stygian Legacy

The old days are pastWith a wilted wing
Leaves fall, so soft, on marble steps-Wind blows, with no regard for mapsIn silent plaza, void of men.Sad marble worn by scathing blaze.
This urban enervation is a thing,For past-obsessed scholars in lofty halls.Wordsworth rings false in ears of steel,for steel rings true for millions.
Men’s lifeblood is now the [...]

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Soul of the Universe

Have you ever contemplated our smallness in the face of the sheer vastness that is the Universe? Marvelled at the sheer scale and beauty of nebulas that, with a single gulp, engulf entire solar systems? Travelled, in the inner eye of your deepest self, the enveloping sheets of gas and star matter and interstellar fabrics [...]

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War of the Worlds

Hokae. Soh nhow itsch mah turn. Spoilers.
Anyway. I gather that I have watched the latest Spielberg spiel on a blistery noonday in a colourful cinema with a bunch of fellow group members, after, repeat, after, we had exhausted our SD Cards and batteries (and legs, too) running all over the island taking pictures of “random [...]

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The Stalwart

Glass. Polished, glinting with the light of the heavens. Glass with its reflective beauty; its capacity for inner understanding. Glass the innocent, glass the deceptive, glass the cruel barrier of a trapped mind. Glass the protector. And glass the progenitor of despair at the desired but unattainable. Closeness yet distance, a sequestered dream.
This is glass, [...]

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Dictionary

“What the hell is going on, Spencer?”
Albert Spencer looked up from his newspaper and saw a red-faced Jonathan Crowley standing at the door, a sheaf of readouts clutched tightly in his callused hand.
Spencer was a thin, dapper man, deliberate in his actions. He sported a clean haircut and rimless spectacles that were perched precariously on [...]

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A Dream of Flowers

She sat, skirt sprawled, on the filthy floor. Filthy with the blood and bile of the dead and dying around her. Cries of pain and suffering grated, amplified a thousandfold by the confines of the room.
She did not care. Only her eyes, pinned upon the lean features of the man whose head was cradled on [...]

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