Think up your existence (part 7)

He heard the rain before he felt it. Slow at first, but soon it came bursting out of the dark sky like there was nothing else on earth that mattered. For a second he thought that it was some sort of sign, telling him to hurry up. He ran through the streets, desperately looking for a phonebooth. He knew there had to be several in the vicinity, but somehow he couldn't remember where exactly. It was as if the rain washed all his memories away. Except for the word "phonebooth" there was nothing in his mind, yet he kept on running.

Suddenly, he stopped.

He fell down to his knees, in the middle of the road, in the middle of a big puddle. He closed his eyes, lifted his face upwards, facing the sky and opened his mouth.

For a minute he devoured the taste of pure, sweet rain. With a shock he opened his eyes and came back to his senses. He stood up, looked to his left and noticed a phonebooth. Quickly entering it he tried to remember what number he was supposed to call. Or who. All he knew was why -it had started. He dialed a random number and let it ring for several times. No answer. He let it ring longer. He became aware of a strange noise, slowly getting louder. He listened intensely when suddenly a voice spoke, scaring the hell out of him.

"The dice has been thrown, the sand has started to fall, things are happening and things will keep happening. You know why, you know what, we know who. You don't need to know, you just do. Remorseless, without questions, without thinking about escape. Without you there is no escape. Without escape there is no us. Without us there is no world. Now go, go and talk to whomever you think can give you valuable information. Talk to the beautiful girl selling flowers, talk to the grumpy mailman, talk to the priest and talk to the thief. Look, also. Look at the cow, look at the scenery, look at the crack in the wall, look at the light and the fading shadows. Listen, too. Not just to people, not just to sounds, listen to every essence around you. Feel. Feel will be the keyword. Now go".

He stepped out of the phonebooth, without even wondering what was going on. He knew now. He had known all along. With his hand on his stomach he turned right and started walking through the rain, disappearing in the cold, wet night.

(to be continued)

Embrace your body (part 6)

The little creature felt slightly odd. He tried his best not to pay attention to the weeping man, to only watch the girl and indulge in all her sexual energy. He couldn't, though. The noise the man was making irritated him, but somehow it did not make him aggressive. Instead, it made him sad. He couldn't understand what the man was feeling, but even with his primitive instinct he knew that the tears this man was crying were of great importance, that his sobbing and wailing could be a key to the answers to a lot of ancient questions. He shook his head fiercely and returned his gaze to the girl. An other instinct got a hold of him, the one telling him this was the moment for action. The creature closed his eyes for a second, smiling its wicked grin, indulging in what was going to happen. Then, with a burst, he ran forward, ran straight into the girl and disappeared into her body.

The man suddenly stopped crying. He was convinced he had heard something. The girl. Syrill! It was her voice, her scream he had heard. He looked up to her, looked straight into her eyes. The fear that hit him in the face was overwhelming. With a quiet moan the man lost consciousness. 

The creature looked at its new body. A drip of blood near the belly button of the girl was the only evidence something had happened . She was still there, buried in the mind, fighting the occupant. A wicked grin appeared on the face that was so sweet and girl-like only a moment ago. This was the creature's first body transfer, but he had succeeded. He was slowly starting to become aware why he was here on this planet. A short memory flash showed him other creatures of his kind. A spaceship. A dark whiteness. Then nothing.

Sitcom love (part 5)

While his drooling saliva made little stains on the already dirty carpet, the businessman kept crying and crying. Hearing the girl's name was to him a moment of sweet perfection, it filled him up with a happiness he had unconsciously been searching for his entire life. The feelings he now cherished for that moment, when her voice filled the air with the sparkling vibrations of her name, was the closest he had ever been to loving something, someone. His marriage was nothing more than a sitcom, it was only there to entertain people, to give the people around him a feeling of safety. A glimpse of normal life. 

Life had never been normal to him. Not since the day he had met that strange old lady. She had told him that what people thought was love, was only an indication of which way ahead love could be found. "People are too easily satisfied, as soon as they think someone loves them, they immediately declare their emotions 'true love'" If it wasn't for his young age (he had only been a 7 year old suburbanian kid), the man would have called her cynical, an old woman devastated by all the heartaches she must have suffered. But as he grew older and wiser, he began to realize the woman had come to an insight that could possibly be the key to understanding why we all were here. The man felt he was coming closer to the answers he needed. All his lost hopes were starting to come back to him. 

Money can buy love (part 4)

The businessman told the girl that his name was irrelevant, but that her name was of the greatest importance. It wouldn't matter if she made one up or not, it would only serve as the definition of his ideal form of love. "Syrill", she said her name was. One simple word. A name. But to the man it sounded like a sudden coming of spring in the middle of a cold winter. Forgetting what he wanted to do, forgetting all the sex he had in mind, forgetting all the sex he never had, he fell to his knees and started crying. Sodding with tears. The girl didn't know where to look at, let alone what to do. Eventually she sat down and tried to comfort him. "I could come up with a different name if you..." The man started wailing. Syrill decided to stay quiet and lit a cigarette.

Two yellow eyes were looking in through the window, trying to make sense of everything they saw. The small creature didn't know and decided that it wasn't important. The only thing that mattered was the girl. His girl. With a grin on his somewhat deformed face he climbed down the wall and sneaked his way through the lobby into the hall. The creature was patient. Hiding behind a trashbin, he kept a close watch on the door he knew the girl was behind.

Did her heart just sing? (part 3)

The small creature liked the alley he lived in. During the day he hid himself between the piles of garbage, but at night time he came out to watch the whores whore. He had the sexual maturity of a seven year old suburbanian kid, but watching the girls somehow gave him a warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Stomach. He looked at the stranger again. He had never seen him before, but he seemed different from all the other men who came to see the girls here. He talked to the girls, but didn't get into a car with them. The small creature felt there was something dangerous about this stranger, and everytime he saw the man's hands caress his belly, he felt the hairs on his neck and back stand up straight. The creature didn't know the exact definition of danger, but he sensed that this man somehow meant problems. Not knowing what to do in this situation, he scurried back to his garbage, leaving a little peephole so he could watch his favourite girl. Love was something the creature couldn't possibly comprehend, but he did know he had to see this girl as much as possible. Watching her get into a car with a slighlty bald businessman, he suddenly got angry. Not paying attention to the possibility of people seeing him, he hurried to the car and clang on to the back of the car. He had to follow her. He had to have her. For the first time ever a Worther had feelings of lust. Gently touching his until now so useless reproductive organ and grinning a wicked smile, the creature and the car disappeared into the night.

In a different universe, on a different line of time, a group of elderly Worthers looked victorious. Their experiment was finally starting to become interesting.

A man in an alley, caressing his stomach, could have sworn he saw a small dark creature rushing by him and disappear under a brand new BMW. "It's happening... it's about to happen... I'll have to hurry, only three more days..." the man mumbled, after which he hurried away, desperately looking for a phonebooth.

(to be continued...)

Take What You Don't Need (part 2)

When you think back, you still feel horrified about the experience. You knew it was going to happen though. You have spent your whole life preparing for the moment. And still it went wrong. 'If only one could alter the timelines of this world...' you start to think out loud, almost immediately realizing the stupidity of 'if' questions. You caress your belly with a touch of nostalgia in your eyes. Metal in an embrace of leathery skin. Why your stomach? Why not your lungs? Or your heart for that matter. Would an iron heart block you from emotions? You gently let your fingers caress your triangular HSM-tattoo and you slip away into wandering thoughts, not noticing the small creature staring at you with an intent gaze from a hole in a nearby fence.

(to be continued...)

Give what you don't have (Part 1)

Sincerity to be found in lovely lit alleys -at least when the pimps have gone away and you promise the hookers a life of safety. Everything they tell you is everything you have already heard, nonetheless you feign interest, as to make a movie about their heartfelt stories. You pretend to listen to them, to comfort them. You tell them everything will be OK and as soon as those words leave your mouth, your stomach protests to the lie. Counting back, you realize you only have three more days left. Three more days until that damn chip in your stomach will explode, which will most definitely the end of your relationship with this world.

(to be continued...)