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Musicmac : Musings #4 | Conerstone of Madness : Lover

Mon Sep 10, 2012 2:28 pm

Sometimes, I get bored.

When I'm bored, I tend to be inspired.

To write, to slack off, to eat. Whatever.

Of course, the quality of inspiration tends to vary. A lot.

But the point of all this is that I'll be posting up a few of those inspirations here now and then instead of just stashing them inside my Tumblr account.

Because I can.


Musings #1 :
The Angel and The Farmer Boy

There lived a farmer boy. He was a simple person. He tended to his own needs as necessary every day. Whether it was to sow his farm, to feed the animals, or to repair his house, he did it all with discipline and quickly. His farm was small, hardly anything more than a garden. His animals were few, a group of only two chickens, one cow, and one lamb. His house was nothing more than a shack, built out of old, dry wood stuck together with dirt and wet clay dried in the sun. He led a hard life but one which sustained him. Thus was the life of the farmer boy.

Up in the clouds above, an angel watched over this young man with curiosity. She often wondered when she looked down from the heavens, "Why would a man work so hard every day?". The concept of struggle was a riddle to her, one which she served but had no knowledge of as a resident of paradise itself. As time passed, the question was all she could ever think off. Eventually, she realised that the only way to resolve this dilemma was to simply obtain its answer. So, on the day when the sky was especially cloudy and dark, she slipped away from her brothers and sisters, and descended quietly upon the farmer boy's home.

It was especially dark that day, so the farmer had decided to retire early. Knocks on his door made him woke up and he answered the summons rather hesitantly. What he saw had been beyond what he had expected. His heart and mind was swarmed with a million feelings when he laid eyes on the holy being before him. He immediately knelt down and begged in the light of her beauty. "Have mercy upon me, for I am but a simple farmer," he said the words in almost a whisper, trying his best to stay calm. An angel's visit meant many things; fortune, luck, torment, and despair.

The angel was amused, human beings were an amusing lot. She looked down upon the man, up close this time. The farmer was dressed in simple clothes of straw, bamboo, and cloth. Even the buttons of his vests were crudely carved from wood, and they barely seemed to function proper. His face and skin was dirty and dark from his exposure in early mornings. "My purpose here is simple, I have a question," she spoke with a voice so gentle and sweet, but strong and dignified, that it reminded him of a hurricane. "Why do you work?"

The man was puzzled by such a question, were angels not the all-knowing beings he heard of in the tales he had been told? Much too afraid to question such a powerful being, he gave his best answer. "I work in order to live. In order to survive and tend to my animals and farm, I must work in order to maintain it," he answered with his head still faced towards the floor. Angels were fickle beings, casting even so much as a glance on them was taboo. The angel pondered on his reply for a moment and smiled. Seemingly satisfied with his answer, she lowered her hand towards the ground and touched it, her fingers dancing upon the mud and dirt. The farmer was terrified of what could possibly happen, and could only hope for mercy.

Light pulsed from the holy being's fingertips as it swirled along the dirt, resonating with the life and energies within. Soon, the ground began to turn green and grass broke through the dry, dusty surface. Within moments, flowers had bloomed, and the land became replaced by rich soil and an abundance of flora. The farmer looked up suddenly, but all he saw a light above and heard a fluttering of wings beating against the winds. The light quickly swallowed itself amongst the clouds, and rain fell upon the earth like salvation.

Contemplate. Nothing is ever as they seem.
Last edited by Musicmac on Tue Jan 15, 2013 8:57 am, edited 3 times in total.

Re: Musicmac : Musings #2 | Greed

Mon Sep 10, 2012 2:38 pm

A lil' something.


Musings #2 :


"Greed is an obscured metaphor. Like all our other needs and wants, we cannot explain it. Men and women of everyday life store it within them, they feed it with money, power, and decadence. Eventually, it eats away at the soul, the very essence of a person. And when there is nothing left, he or she is but a husk, a former memory of what they once were, towers which have crumbled under their own weight and glory."

Re: Musicmac : Musings #1 | The Angel and the Farmer Boy

Mon Sep 10, 2012 3:19 pm

I love this, your works start slow, but by the end I'm glad I kept reading.

<~~~~Hopes to see more

Re: Musicmac : Musings #2 | Greed

Tue Sep 11, 2012 9:49 am

Thanks, the little things I type out are usually more sporadic than the few so far, so give it a look when I'm free to upload more in a good mood. c:

Re: Musicmac : Musings #2 | Greed

Wed Sep 12, 2012 1:42 pm

What distinguishes gluttony and lust from greed, mm?

Re: Musicmac : Musings #2 | Greed

Wed Sep 12, 2012 5:38 pm

Greed is defined by most as the desire and the compulsion to always want more, whether it be goods, wealth, or an object of abstract value, going beyond the boundaries of one's basic needs.

Lust on the other hand, is characterised as an intense desire, the want of something, not only sexual, but also for other gains such as knowledge, thrills and decadence.

Gluttony then defines itself by over-indulgence, to go beyond satisfaction with the consumption of food, wealth, and drink, and to the point of extravagance or waste.

The three sins here have their own differences to be neatly separated from each other. However, that does not mean they do not correlate. Greed dictates a selfish desire to always have a monetary gain for self, and to hoard, while Lust dictates an intense urge to always have the want of some more, but has nothing to say about selfishness, and Gluttony is in the area of over-indulgence beyond one's content, to over-consume on the resources you have.

Re: Musicmac : Musings #2 | Greed

Wed Sep 12, 2012 5:38 pm

Gotta go, college awaits and an angry carpool buddy is downstairs.

Re: Musicmac : Musings #3 | Conerstone of Madness : Mr. Monroe

Sun Sep 16, 2012 2:34 pm

Can't sleep again, let's do this.


Musings #3 :
Cornerstone of Madness : Mr. Monroe

"I like how we always talk when you're completely out of company, makes me appreciate you for what you are," the man said as he took a sip from the glass, its contents bringing a cold relief down his throat. He swallowed with a mannerly gulp, it almost sounded well-behaved. "Not that I do, of course," he said with a wicked smile and looked on at the festivities below.


"You know how they say hope is an intangible thing?" he talked again, torso leaning forward, arms leaning against the banister. Solid oak, cost about half a month's pay for laying them down. "No? Well now you do. Let me tell you something interesting, see that man over there? A little to the right, standing next to the two ladies there," he doesn't point, but indicates the person in question with a thrust of his bearded chin instead.

Down below at the very place he mentioned was a man, tall and well-built. He was dressed smart, giving off not a presence of wealth, but rather one of humbleness. Before him stood two women, one in a most eye-catching dress, and the other in a not so much eye-catching dress. They were both blond and fair-skinned, the only difference being their length of hair. The one with the long hair and nice dress was smiling, laughing occasionally even as she chatted with the man. The other was not so much, only smiling and nodding whenever she was spoken to, clearly being shadowed.


"His name is Monroe, Wilkins Josh, or Jake, or something Monroe if I remember. I could never bother to remember a middle name other than mine," he takes another sip of his drink, refreshing himself. "Probably most depressing bastard I know in this town. The man makes even my stories shudder," the friend's face switches to a more serious expression, it is one that usually comes and goes unwelcome.


Re: Musicmac : Musings #3 | Conerstone of Madness : Mr. Monroe

Sun Sep 16, 2012 5:18 pm

There were a couple sentence fragments and either misspellings or incorrect forms of words, but other than that it was pretty good. In some spots I feel like you over-characterize.

Re: Musicmac : Musings #3 | Conerstone of Madness : Mr. Monroe

Sun Sep 16, 2012 10:57 pm

Tuor! :D

Argh, must have switched tenses without noticing. :I The character I had in mind was a pessimist with a more authentic sort of ego and selfishness, and I'll probably be making more of these if I'm in the mood. Details are essentially my bane though since I have that tendency to delve in too much.

Re: Musicmac : Musings #3 | Conerstone of Madness : Mr. Monroe

Sun Sep 16, 2012 11:08 pm

Cool, well as long as you realize what you did, other than those couple things I look forward to more of these little vignettes.

Re: Musicmac : Musings #3 | Conerstone of Madness : Mr. Monroe

Tue Jan 15, 2013 8:57 am

Figured it was time to get back on riding this wagon.
Let's start with something simple, shall we?


Musings #4 :
Cornerstone of Madness : Lover

Her heart quivered. It had always quivered when their eyes met, an invisible electricity forming between them. It was a bond she had failed to understand since the first time they met, but she didn't care. All she wanted was his stare, the tiniest amount of attention from his baby blues. It was almost sadistic, the way she craved for his presence. But every time they met, it was just all that; an unfulfilled addiction to an unexplainable flutter in her emotions. It was despair, and the deeper she went, the less she cared.

It was more than lust, less that love, and it would stay with her forever.

It was a curse.

And she would bear it willingly so long as he lived.
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