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It had never occurred to Duvalian that his religious teachings could ever be construed as limited, but as he looked around the room with his eyes and mind in perfect clarity, feeling at one with the world and all of its inhabitants, he realised that if his priests could not discuss this experience, they could not teach him religion.

» Posted By FuMashu On 04.05.2017 @ 7:01 am


That’s where the magic happens. Outdoors. Your relationships are doors. Your job is a door. Your hobbies are doors. They’re not walls. Not cushions. Not plates of food. They are doors, and they’re showing you the other side.

» Posted By FuMashu On 03.06.2017 @ 5:52 am


“I don’t want to be disposable,” he said.

“Or, I can’t support a system where everybody is disposable. Once upon a time, I could.” His eyes glittered with wet. “Honour. Courage. They’re all just synonyms for disposability in an army led by that horrible man.”

» Posted By FuMashu On 03.01.2017 @ 5:59 am


Just so go slowly, there’s no need to rush, despite what they all tell you. Allow yourself to breathe, now. There’s no race. Nothing bad is going to happen if you just take it easy. You’ll get to where you want to be, just keep your gaze steady on the target and keep walking.

» Posted By FuMashu On 02.27.2017 @ 4:40 am


There’s only a smidgeon of rotation required. Just tilting your head a few degrees to the side and you will see the world differently. And it doesn’t force you down that path, it gives you the option to see the world in a number of different ways. You will walk amongst the world like its master. You don’t need a university degree to make that happen, but you do need to learn.

» Posted By FuMashu On 02.20.2017 @ 9:55 pm


She wouldn’t crumble. No matter how long she was instructed to stay there. Though he could see her arms shake, and the tears fall into her blinking eyes, she would not give in. He imagined what her muscles would have felt like by now, long since soaked in lactic acid and sending out screams of pain up through her spine. Yet she stayed. Defiant.

» Posted By FuMashu On 02.15.2017 @ 5:35 am


It was just like this yesterday. Maybe when the world keeps demanding the same thing over and over again, one might eventually decide that it’s broken. That it needs to be hit with a heavy, open palm. Restarted. One might cease to think that being a pawn is a good idea.

» Posted By FuMashu On 02.14.2017 @ 6:02 am

Are we just pawns in some big game of destiny? No, probably, not, but I also don’t think that what we do in this life really matters. We might think we’re saving thousands of lives in one big act of heroism, but if they don’t know, they’ll die anyway, and their lives will remain unchanged.

» Posted By FuMashu On 02.12.2017 @ 9:09 pm


It’s really all there is to it. Once you can clear your mind, you’ll see the world differently. You’ll see what’s right there – not what you imagine is there, not what you fear is there, but only what is. Enlightenment isn’t difficult to understand, and to be frank, it’s quite boring in its simplicity. Seeing the world clearly is all you need to do.

» Posted By FuMashu On 07.09.2016 @ 5:24 am


Tables and shelves and stages and stools. The world is a river, floating along a lake one moment, and at the next, dropping down a cliff into the next pool, where it is held for a moment before being drained again.

» Posted By FuMashu On 06.29.2016 @ 6:55 am


Looking back, yes, I’d agree it was a cult. But it didn’t feel like that back then, more like we had an avatar of god, a direct descendent of divinity walking amongst us, and we begged him to tell us things. He gave us our names, he told us where we should live, and how we should work. It’s hard to tell whether we gave him that power or whether we were sucked in by the force of his personality.

» Posted By FuMashu On 05.20.2016 @ 6:01 am


Was it something the apple farmer’s said when they realised they could make a buck? Like ‘you need to drink milk if you want good bones’? Or ‘you’ll never grow up like a strong man if you don’t eat beef?” An apple a day doesn’t keep the doctor away. I should know, I’m a doctor and I’m still here.

» Posted By FuMashu On 05.15.2016 @ 5:28 am


Here it is. The crossroads. The decision that is forced upon you. The one that you would have had to make, whether you willed it or not. It has come, and unless you wish it to haunt you like a shadow that follows you from one incarnation to the next, it would be wise to make this choice her and now. So what will it be? Do you choose the rock? Or the hard place?

» Posted By FuMashu On 05.10.2016 @ 6:49 am


It was made of elm, oak, and the melted hooves of a prized horse, favoured by some rich baron that lived over the hill. When the Baron’s house heard why he had asked for it, they offered to give him some tail hair from the same horse. But Turiahn wanted to use his own horse’s hair as a string, he just never had the heart to melt his best friends’ feet in a pot.

» Posted By FuMashu On 05.03.2016 @ 7:41 am


There is a spoon in my soup and it floats amongst the carrots and celery tops. It stirs and swirls the flavours around the bowl. Pulling it into the air with my fingers, it levers and swings in the air, steam billowing about like a fish out of water.

» Posted By FuMashu On 05.01.2016 @ 10:40 pm


It’s not a sunny day today, but the air outside is cool and fresh and the sun reflects off the dew like a zillion tiny flashlights held by fairies, that just want to make the day nicer for your eyes. It’s not summer, but nor is it winter, and the seedlings have sprouted, absorbing the sun, and stretching, successfully towards their prime stature.

» Posted By FuMashu On 04.27.2016 @ 6:35 am


She smelt the perfume rise up from the crushed leaves under her feet before she saw it. Violet, the smell and taste of spring. Inwardly, she rejoiced to be back in the mountains, back in her home, but outwardly, she stayed composed. She wanted him to fall in love with the valley too.

» Posted By FuMashu On 04.18.2016 @ 6:25 am


What is it? What will it be? What skill will you dedicate your life to? How good are you at it? Do you have a natural talent for it? Are you willing to put in the 4000 hours that it’s going to take before anyone can appreciate it? Would you be willing to pursue it while your friends are off getting high-paying jobs off in the mines? Getting married? Buying houses? Are you really going to stick with your craft and hone it amidst all that longing and distraction?

» Posted By FuMashu On 04.17.2016 @ 6:30 am


The house looked at them from down the valley. It peered upwards at them from underneath its verandah like a mouse pretending not to be seen, and they looked right back, wondering at what riches lay inside.

» Posted By FuMashu On 04.13.2016 @ 4:54 am


You know what I don’t need in my life right now? Stability. Nor security, and neither long-term plans. I need to wave my arms in the air and not worry about hitting anyone. I don’t even need a holiday, they’re just there so that we can keep sane through a mind-numbing life of banality. I need to leave.

» Posted By FuMashu On 04.12.2016 @ 7:04 am


Straight at her eyes, a fist swiped in the air. Larkhe jumped back and took in her surroundings. Another man lunged forward at her from behind, swearing at the other. And then Marufias jumped from the shadows and planted his teeth deeply in the second man’s calf.

» Posted By FuMashu On 04.10.2016 @ 5:37 am


Know that once you’ve made your choice, you can’t pick another. This is the the one that you’ll have for your whole life. Your entire spiritual existence will revolve around this object. Are you sure you’re ready?
Fhuksu had seen it clearly in her dream. This was the one.

» Posted By FuMashu On 04.08.2016 @ 11:22 pm


The world had turned grey, as if the thinnest cloth of cotton had been pulled over her eyes. White ash still floated in the air, sometimes swept up from the corners of each street and sometimes falling back down upon the stone like snow. It seemed that every building, and every face of her beloved city had been painted by an artist who had only one colour on his palette. It was the colour of violence.

» Posted By FuMashu On 01.27.2016 @ 3:01 am


It was strange, listening to her voice on the other side of the window, stripped of its malice and turned towards something softer. It was Dagger, but somehow it wasn’t. It was Dagger, but without her armour, and therefore not Dagger at all.

» Posted By FuMashu On 01.26.2016 @ 5:17 am


That’s kind of the purpose of us being here, isn’t it? To rob and plunder and terrorize all these people?

» Posted By FuMashu On 01.24.2016 @ 5:49 am


“Why don’t you go and do something? Some exercise, maybe.”
“Pfft. Exercise? No chance. I need these calories. All of them. I’m taking it slow, baby.”
“It doesn’t work like that, you know.”
“Oh yeah? Try telling that to that guy who got lost in the desert last year.”

» Posted By FuMashu On 01.18.2016 @ 5:53 am


Tirondo thought that there was always enough to go around, but it wasn’t so for everything, and as it turned out, not for every one.

» Posted By FuMashu On 01.16.2016 @ 9:00 pm


Well, consider it a dare. Head out towards the rising sun, as far as you can. Way beyond our wall. Follow the river to the grand lake, and look at all the people wading in the rice fields. We can travel through four or five towns on horseback, while those farmers have never stepped out of sight from the house they were born in.

» Posted By FuMashu On 01.13.2016 @ 5:18 am


The rain pattered on the stone walkways between the buildings, themselves built in the same grey stone. On a day like this, everyone would usually keep to the buildings, jumping out into the market under their umbrellas, and then rushing back under cover again, but that morning, they were all in the rain, looking up at the man who was announcing exactly why he was about to jump.

» Posted By FuMashu On 01.12.2016 @ 5:21 am


Let’s add it all up. There’s a man that has jumped off the belltower shouting out about being wronged by the King on his farm. There was only silence from the priests after that. There was a cart full of freshly forged swords on its way to the coast, and our friend has uncovered a hidden letter telling us of the violence that has occurred many times in the villages out to our east. I’ve always thought that being born in the capital was the best of fortunes, but imagine if someone else was constantly paying the cost of our heaven?

» Posted By FuMashu On 01.11.2016 @ 6:06 am

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