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I’m not going to try and make excuses for not posting these last few weeks, but I will post these short little haikus/stories that I wrote for an assignment tonight.
John’s Ice Cream – a short story in 134 characters
John wanted to try something new, so he downloaded a free sample of ice cream and got arrested for piracy before he could buy a scoop.
iKu – provoking thought about our technological lives
The Internet is
Driving the world forward, but
Who controls the wheel?
Bug-Ku – demonstrating the frustration of debugging
The bugs, they do run.
I search and search, but nothing
Is found but sadness.
Disclaimer: This magic system is not named after Avatar’s Eywa, nor is it patterned after the Force of Star Wars or Brandon Sanderson’s books Warbreaker and The Way of Kings. Way of Kings is the most similar system to this, but I came up with this system before that book came out. The name comes from the Hawaiian word ea, meaning Life, air, or breath, like a breeze or spirit.
“Ea is life. Ea is all around us. By embracing Ea we live and by It’s leaving us do we die.”
~ The Miracle of Ea, Chapter 1, Verse 1
For most people, breathing merely means they’ll stay alive a few more seconds, but for those who understand that with each breath they also breathe in Ea, things get much more interesting.
Whether or not you think of Ea as divine or natural, these particles are extant everywhere there is normal, breathable air. They normally stay away from each other, but when someone breathes, the particles are forced together. This compression releases energy into the breather, providing them with the energy to live. There may also be room for Ea-powered technology that works by compressing the air. Energy is conserved because the air absorbs energy from its surroundings. There’s math and such to support that idea.
Normal breaths don’t provide much energy, but if someone can manage to breathe in a higher density of Ea, they can start doing things with it. Since the energy comes from these particles, breathing out releases the energy and magic is only possible while the breath is held. This breath can be held as long as there is energy left unused, however, since Ea is the reason we breathe at all.
The art of magic, then, encompasses the knowledge of both how to use this energy and how to attain it. I haven’t decided how Ea is coaxed into someone, but the art is teachable to anyone.
When someone breathes in Ea, their hair becomes temporarily more saturated. Highlights appear in places, often red (as in ginger), or a silvery-white. The more Ea, the more hair changes. This has interesting consequences for old people and red-heads. In the case of red-heads, I’ll make the executive decision that this has something to do with the circumstances of their birth. As for older people, they are just more skilled at breathing 🙂
I went to LTUE today and have other stuff to do, but I can’t miss this week because I’m the only author on right now and it’s only the second week of the experiment. I was tempted to just post some of my earlier work and trick everyone, but I’ll do something original and fresh. It’s days like this that I enjoy what I consider “prose.” It’s not poetry, per se, but it has the same intent: to elegantly present a thought or scene. It lets me be more formal than a blog but not worry about plot, character, or conflict. I can just speak. Here it is:
To work for a famous man would be an interesting thing.
For, you see, I would be known by him and no one else; quite the opposite of fame
Yet I would touch fame every day, skimming the surface and bouncing off again,
Free to be myself without anyone watching me. I would be famous, but no one would know it.
Very interesting, indeed.
This post is inspired by the prompt from Writing Excuses 6.24.
Jared kept still, eyes shut, for a few more minutes. Gotta give the bully and his posse enough time to forget about him as they walk away. This was becoming a regular event. He was getting used to it — he had learned to ignore pain a long time ago — but that didn’t mean he liked it. After a while he straightened out and stood up, stretching muscles sore from lying on cold concrete. He barely limped as he set off toward home.
Fall was just beginning and Jared was glad to have an excuse to wear long sleeves and a sweater — it covered any bruises and provided padding. He pulled his hood up at the breeze that hit as he turned down an alley. A sheet of newspaper flew into his face and as he pulled it off he noticed a colorful ad boasting comic-book superheroes and white-coated doctors shaking hands. He read the article. “Tired of feeling ordinary? Never want to be a damsel in distress again? Sign up now to test the latest breakthrough in regenerative medicine and say ‘Goodbye!’ to pain and weakness!” He took note of the address at the bottom and threw the paper away.