Friday, October 31, 2014

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 7:47 AM

Shortbread, Jayce (from the game, League of Legends) and I walked into an old temple, away from the summer dusk. The entrance soon narrowed into a corridor with Jayce almost filling the space from his height and armor. Torches hung in intervals though out the hallway, leading to a room glowing yellowy with contained fire. In the centre, was a large topographic map laid out on a table. On it, the mountains were tall, the sea was low, and in between were layers of soil distinguishing the height of several areas. Landmarks and villages were placed in certain areas where life was sustainable, and on top of the mountains, at the edge of the map, was the temple the three of us were currently in.

A corner of the table was empty. Shortbread dropped three, red, hardcovered books on it, and I flipped through the first volume, disappointed in a lack of pictures. Jayce picked up the third, its pages and references were in graphic format, much like in a comic book. We saw the map move, and natural disasters formed one after another. When the ground shook and debris fell from the ivory ceiling, we understood the map reflected the world in the present. 

Though we couldn't see the people, we prevented as many deaths as we could. We deflected hurricanes from villages, and built levies for floods. I can't remember much of what happened, or for how long did we have this task, but the disasters stopped abruptly. We looked at each other, worn and breathless, and somewhere in my mind, I heard a whisper. I can't recalled what it said, but it was it was clear - we were led here by a divine being.

 

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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 7:49 AM

I woke up in my warm bed to the sound of my husband, Cookie, entering the house. It had to be around nine in the morning, as I took a nap right after he left for work. It was day when I peered through the window. I asked him why he was home, and he told me he had finished work early.

I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to do my morning routine. Instead of the ugly, chocolate-colour floor, we had nice, white tiles. The furniture had been moved around, and we were also missing our toilet and shower. Our two desktop computers were set up on the counter tops, in the middle of the room. I peered into the living room to find many of our furniture had also been moved. I began moving them back into their original positions.

I heard someone scratching at our front door. Horrified, there were broken patches on our door, and we could peek outside as much as they could inside. Our lock was reachable from the patches, and I watched as a preppy, old lady which white hair and a baby pink blazer tried to get in. I called to her, and she demanded I open the door, claiming we were in her apartment. Surprised by this, I opened the door without thinking, and the lady barged in, yelling. I looked down the corridor, and saw a blind man playing the piano. I wondered if we really were in the wrong apartment unit.

 

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