Anglican Bishop

“When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits I dreamed of changing the world. 

As I grew older and wiser I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country. 

But it too seemed immovable. 

As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me. 

But alas they would have none of it. 

And now as I lie on my deathbed I suddenly realized: If I had only changed myself first, then by example I would have changed my family. 

From their inspiration and encouragement I would have been able to better my country and, who knows, maybe even change the world.”

These words were inscribed on the tomb of an Anglican Bishop (1100 A.D) in Westminster Abbey in London

Worm of the deep

I am becoming a dragon.

I’m a “worm of the deep”, a snake with a dragon head and stumpy sturdy feet.

Golden stripes embellish my luminous greenish skin which is covered with tough shimmering scales with red rims.

At the beginning of my transformation I didn’t realize what creature I was turning into, but I didn’t care, I wasn’t going to get more dreadful than I already am.

All I knew, was that I was getting more powerful with each time I molt my skin, right then something revolutionizes within me and my body changes its physical structure in a way I cannot comprehend.

I developed in an extraordinary way, unlike all the other snakes around me, my pride was boosted. I felt that I would use the license to be conceited - given my ancestors whom I've never seen but their warm-blood runs through my body.

I was always different from the moment I broke out of my soft egg, unlike other snakes or reptiles, I don’t need the sun to stay warm, I get heat from my inner body.

For almost all my childhood I've been raised as a snake, an ugly fierce snake.

Throughout my early stages, I was always mocked by many other snakes because of the way I looked and they all stayed away from me. I didn’t know that I was another breed, and that those helpless creatures were not my kind.

I am waiting for the next time I molt my skin, when I’m going to extend my wings and be able to fly, to stalk all who ever made fun of me and make them taste the sour flavor of my revenge.

I will haunt them with my acid breath and paralyze their spiral bodies with my power.

I’ll pierce their eyes like a vicious bird and burn them blind.

Their hushed hypnotizing tongues won’t whisper any longer and their venom won’t be valuable anymore as for once they will all get that feeling, the feeling of what is it like to be a prey. 

Planet Herpia

On planet “Herpia”, everyone had a veryspecial gift, which was being able to unmake your own acts. The gift onlystarts working when you make your first mistake, intentionally and you reallyregret it, so it will be undone but you will have to go through the whole thingbackwards until the point where you started doing the mistake.

Our story starts in a small villagecalled “Faultless” in “Perfection”, one of the most beautiful countries of theplanet.

The old “Accurate” was sitting in hisfavorite chair daydreaming about how he unperformed his first action when hewas still a kid.

His first mistake was that he ate manycranberries although his mum told him not to, as he was allergic to them.

After he ate them, he felt his whole bodyburning, then he was covered with big red spots, not only they were itchy butalso they hurt him so much.

Afterward, the poor kid stood up and keptcrying from the pain, he wished he never tasted them in the first place, andthen he promised himself he would never eat any cranberries again.

He was just about to go to tell hismother, but at that moment he felt everything freeze around him, he felt everytear being unshed. Afterwards he unstood back on the chair returning to hisfirst position, he felt his tummy aching and his hands reaching to his mouth,that kept unchewing the cranberries, taking every one coming out and returningit back to the plate.

After that, the spots unappeared, heunfelt the pain and the cranberries were left in the plate as if they wereuntouched.

He ran to his mom telling her whathappened, he just could not figure it out, so she explained everything to himabout the gift of undoing actions.

From that moment on, Accurate was able toundo any mistake he did, but he never ever ate any cranberries again.

In the forest

In the forest where none may pass but you, my ears caught the sound of a plane gradually getting louder.
I ran and ran stretching my legs to their maximum feeling the tense pull of the muscles of my thighs and following the route that my mind created.

I was trying to reach you, feeling each heartbeat rumbling in my head like stings.
As soon as I saw the cottage I yelled at the top of my lungs: “Watch out! Go into the shelter!”
Relief was about to be poured into my body when I saw you on your way to the underground safety but it was interrupted by the distant vibration of the explosion, deafening with the intensity of its sound, making the ground tremble in a pitiless shiver under my feet.
I was buried under the collapsing ruins. I tried to move but I was paralyzed by the weight of the wreck. Throbbing pain took over the left side of my body and with each one of the tough short successive breaths I took, I felt my injury.
I recognized a tiny piece of sky form underneath the remains with my weary eyes and I could only think of what happened to you, you who were just one second too late.
In a spinning slow motion, I tried mumbling all the prayers that came to my mind till I heard a muted movement, steps approaching. A strong light pierced my eyes and someone was removing the wood from beneath me.
My soul had never felt happier to see you, I was momentarily drugged and couldn’t feel any pain just because I saw that you were safe and I clung to your neck as we crawled out of the area.
I lay down in the shade of a bush and saw you tearing a piece from my clothes to bind my bleeding wound. My heart’s hammering diminished after we sat for a while but my throat was agonizingly dry as if I had swallowed shredded glass. I held onto you and we started walking towards the far lake.
With each step I felt unpleasantly more damaged, burnt as if the pain was my enemy and took enjoyment from torturing and sucking any energy left in my body. My eye lids felt like the heaviest weight I had ever carried but feeling your arms supporting me and your words, “Stay with me, stay with me...” gave my body all the strength and liveliness it needed to get through, your words were my pulse.
Reaching the lake after the long rough route was victory, and then there was a fatal silence as if we were the only ones left in the world.