Nil

Radioactive
Tuesday, October 27, 2009

There was space opera in the underwater. The blackness was fulfilled. The eyes that follow sensed the radioactive matters below. Delicate movements were dancing on the density of the unknown liquid. I was nil, but I thought. The jellyfishes were psychedelic in their formal discipline as I hit and deconstructed their rhythm. I thought of other matters, it reconciled with the act.

Slowly, slowly, the eyes were dissolved by the lunar sun. Aching for awakening.

Erika Ruiz | 23:07 |

Skinless
Monday, October 12, 2009

The beautiful white house established just serenity. It was transparent and pure; unknowing of the dread deconstruction outside, unbothered despite the glasses presenting darkness of reality on the other side. Inside, there was peace and lightness. The spiral staircases were all over sorrounding the entirety of the inside, as if the only necessary structure. There were five dogs, protecting and protected by four humans. I was one of them.

White lights overpowering the night, the first dog started to repose on its side. Bothered by the second that tried to run around in madness, the standard shifted. The third, fourth, and fifth dog started to invade the territory of the first two for entertainment. Being the largest, the fifth dog led the instinct. It started running through the smallest staircase as the rest followed. They started a charade, the fifth dog turning around again and again until the support dwindled in its defeat.

In the end, we were just following their movements.

Erika Ruiz | 12:06 |

The General
Friday, October 02, 2009

The abuse started when the designation was formalized during the morning of the day. The forbidden was touched. It was an improper imposition that ended with a casual wasted reprise. The response, however unbelievable, was expectant and forgetful of the first phase of violation. It was received faithfully.

The routine was to discourse and accomplish, but the famine was overpowering as it reaches the noon. Retired, movement began in walking to fulfill the needs in random destination. Being led to a place unknown, the bushes with red flowers began to wither, as if absorbing the sin.

It was a dangerous setting. Everything was hanging by thin woods and copper. Delayed service was certain. In the end, the position ended with replacement and submission.

Nothing could be seen, it was a skeletal assassination.

Erika Ruiz | 22:39 |

Disinfection

It was my childhood.

We were taken away out of our home.

The dog was the symbol of our only resolution as it died.

We couldn't go back.

We shot our scenes.

Erika Ruiz | 22:36 |

Dutiful Afternoon

The new vehicle became the object of attention. Being driven around the familiar place, it was perceived to be promising by the family. It was then that the lake was seen, serene in its position.

I led the family without a license. On the highway, we stopped for a while near the home for my sister needed to accomplish a certain task she had in her mind. My sister and I went down, leaving father and mother inside the vehicle to guard the interior.

Both of us entered home. She took her time and I grew tired of staring.

When affairs were done, we started walking back. When we crossed the street and were about to come back, the jeepney suddenly riled in advantage before stopping. It hindered our perception that bonds our entirety to the family. It started moving back without looking at the rearview mirror, ready to ram us down. Out of common sense we evaded its slowness, saw our vehicle and went in.

Father grew mad at his fatigue and quit to lead the family after I accompanied my sister going home. Rather forcing a replacement, he continued to drive around until we halted to the lake side for peace of mind. It was high tide. It was a beautiful scenery, the lake was filled with blue. As we stared, a little girl went down to swim, but was bitten by an amphibian. She succumbed to the violation and let her body sink.

The amphibian was a snake. It was still hungry, striking eyes lingering on the family. It jumped right at us as we grew frightened. Suddenly, mother threw her iron and electrified the pencil-thin snake. It died.

The family, in the end, decided to get it for it might be a remedy to those who could possibly kill it with its kind. We were prepared, to avoid death.

Erika Ruiz | 22:20 |