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Name: Acanoi Ehavan
Age: 7 Sweeps (Approx 15 human years)
Blood Color: Ochre/Yellow
Trollian Handle: temporalAuthor
Interests: Literature, Spunky Time Travellers, Writing Fanfiction
Strife Specibus: Flamethrowerkind
God Tier: Mage of Time
Medium Planet: Land of Flow & Infinity
Quirk: Perfect grammar and syntax throughout, but tends to switch letters for other symbols when talking to those he knows well enough: FØr ЄϪѦɱplЄ, hЄ fǂnd§ ǂt c∞l tØ Ʊ§Є ɋƱǂrкӋ chѦrѦctЄr§, lǂкЄ §Ø. The amount of quirkiness also depends on the formality of the situation: certain characters may not have the quirk applied to them if it's deemed inappropriate for the situation. He also tends to ramble on occasion, more-so when either trying to impress someone, or when something has coined his interest.
Bio: Acanoi is a withdrawn individual, spending most, if not all o
Infinite: Chapter 2 (Sequel to Eternal: SPOILERS)
It was only seven in the morning, but already the sun's heat was being injected into the City. The golden glow of the morning was still present, the sun slowly crawling up higher in the blue sky. The streets were slowly filling with people on their morning commutes, and traffic was beginning to spring up on the road: a normal day, by anyone's standards. Except for one person: the girl with sandy blonde hair, running down the street.
Alanna had been running through the City's streets for about an hour or so now, and was beginning to feel the effects of it: breathing was becoming harder, and her entire body ached. But she wasn't there yet; the morning Protector patrol started closer to the City's centre. And the jacket she wore over her clothing didn't help, either. She was dressed for survival, which wasn't exactly ideal summer fashion.
A slight breeze was blowing, causing the unzipped jacket she wore to flap around. Alanna groaned in frustration, and stopped for a moment outside a ca
Infinite: Chapter 1 (Sequel to Eternal: SPOILERS)
This is an official notice from the City's central government. If this notice has been sent to you, we believe you may have vital information regarding the destruction of the Protector training camp on the west side of the City. It is imperative that you immediately report all information you may have to the nearest Protector station; do not withhold any information, as it will come with consequences.
The event in question involves the destruction of the western Protector training camp: sources believe that a high-power explosive was used to obliterate one of the patrol hovercraft, which crashed into the camp, leaving no surviving Protectors. It is believed that a group of around ten individuals is responsible for this crime against the City. However, it is unknown whether or not any of them are still alive, or their current location. Your providing information will help serve justice to these heinous criminals, and ensure that the City remains a tranquil utopia for the remainder
Eternal: Chapter 4
Erynn crawled past a destroyed car, avoiding the steady flow of the fuel that was leaking from it. The whole street was now a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. Erynn looked ahead. There was still a long way to get to the other side of the street; to safety. She had lost sight of Alex as well; he had run off too quickly.
The deafening roar of gunfire filled the air again, and Erynn crawled into one of the wreckages, avoiding the spray of bullets that was gradually getting closer to her. She had to get out of there soon; they would gun her down before they would blow themselves up. The gunfire stopped, and Erynn crawled out from her hiding place. The road around her was now covered by a puddle of fuel. There wasn't much time now until the Protectors hit it, and everything blew up. Panic began to fill Erynn's being, and she took deep breaths as she swiftly moved down the street, stopping at a barricade of buses. She looked around the area, searching for a way through, but was rewarde
Eternal: Chapter 3
Erynn blinked slowly as her vision returned to her. Her head pounded, and the sun was shining too brightly for her preferences. She wiped her blue eyes, and everything came into view. She was laying on a grey road, heated up by the hot summer sun. To her right was a large clear river, the sound of the water flowing splashing in her ears, suddenly making her feel very thirsty. Erynn's throat was painfully dry; she was dehydrated. She tried to stand up, ignoring the pounding in her head as best she could, and looked at the river. She immediately recognised it as the canal that surrounded the City; acting like a moat. She looked along the length of the river, to the other side, where a massive wall met her gaze. The City was on the other side. Erynn's heart sank as the realisation of her situation dawned on her. She had been caught by the Protectors, and taken to the Training Grounds, just like Erika had said. But why? She had never done anything rebellious, and neither had her parents. I
Eternal: Chapter 2
Alex was disturbed by the familiar sound of his telephone ringing. He breathed a sigh of relief, and slid the book case out of the way of his hideout. He climbed out of the small space, and walked across the bedroom to the telephone. He picked up the communication device, and spoke.
"Hey, Alex. It's Benjie." A slight smile appeared on Alex's face. Getting a call from Benjie meant that the Training Session was over.
"Benjie, I assume you're calling to say that I can leave my house without getting shot?"
"Correct," A light chuckle escaped Alex's lips. He was safe once more. "But don't celebrate just yet. We've got some bad news. Head to the Motherboard as soon as you can; this is urgent." Benjie's voice was replaced with the static dial tone, and Alex placed the phone back.
This was confusing. Benjie had just said that the Protectors had finished their Training Session for this month, but there was bad news? Alex shook his head, and pulled his boots out from under his bed, slipp
Eternal: Chapter 1
Erynn sat at her desk, twirling her blonde hair with one hand, and flipping through the pages of her notebook with the other, all whilst pretending to listen to her class teacher ramble on about a subject that she covered several months ago, and had received the best grade in the class to prove her knowledge. She flipped to the back of her book, and found her doodle page, full of scribbles that depicted Erynn's every day life. She looked at her most recent one; her, with her mother and father outside of one of the City's central buildings. It was her all time favourite place; the magnificent buildings gave a sense of grandeur, and the various shops always had exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it. The only thing she didn't like about the City's centre was the constant presence of the abundant Protectors. They constantly watched her every move, and those who weren't wearing facial masks always glared at everyone, as if all of humanity was the world's largest criminal. She personal
Once upon a time, the planet was a thing of beauty. Vibrant forests filled the land, and the oceans shimmered a wonderful blue. And all across the earth, life could be found. Be it a tiny insect, like a honeybee, or a massive lion, the world was filled with all sorts of creatures imaginable, some not yet discovered. And people lived on the fertile planet, populating the many landmasses. They began to use the planet's resources to build shelters, which grew into communities over time. These communities started off very small, with less than a dozen houses in the largest communities.
These communities flourished into villages, then towns, and eventually, massive cities with shimmering skyscrapers that pierced the skies. And all the while, technology evolved. Small wooden carts evolved into speeding trains that could go faster than a bullet; trading of valuable objects developed into currency; and amputating body parts plagued by illness turned into tablets that could cure any ailment.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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