31st of Winter
Try as he might, Ollic was never good with words. When it came to speaking and talking to someone, he was a mess. In general, he wasn’t a very social boy and having to converse with anyone sent him into a small panic attack, having him stutter over his words and clam up. It just wasn’t in his blood to be a social butterfly. However, when it came to writing, he was wonderful at expressing himself and showing great detail and description in what he wrote. He was a natural and ever since he was a small boy, he loved to write whether it be poetry, short stories or even assignments over scientific analysis.
Today, after getting up from a light slumber and petting his two companions, Spirit and Hokato, he had an idea to relive those days as a child and set his mind to writing again. Whether he was going to write prose, a short story or start a novel, he didn’t know, and what he didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him- not today.
Dressing into casual clothes, a multi-coloured vest and slacks to match, he had plans for the entire day. He was going to head out into Lhavit and venture into places he wouldn’t normally stop to see. Each and every place he found himself standing in front of, he would spend a few minutes thinking and then a few minutes writing out details and emotions of what he thought and felt about that particular environment and that particular location or building.
Of course in order to write about such things he needed a few pieces of paper and a writing utensils, things he had gone out and gotten a few days ago prior to the ideas and thoughts that conspired inside his head at this current moment.
He was in the mood for creativity and imagination. For too long had he been stressed and overwhelmed what with work, memories, losing Hokato and breaking his arm. He was ready to take a rest, a break from society and everyday life, and arouse his inner childhood mind. He was going to precariously, yet adventurously, seek out what he could do and write about.
So with saying goodbye to his fellow companions, he grabbed what he needed and slipped out the door, mind set on heading for the first place on his list to describe. He had it planned since the moment he had first thought about doing all of this. He was going to head straight for the Amaranthine Gates and work his way through town, sighting everything he had come across the first day he had arrived here in Lhavit.
During the time it took for Ollic to walk to his destination, he had recalled the exact day and the exact events that had took place when he had first arrived. He remembered walking through the gates, going to the Cosmos Centre to find a place to stay and to find a job, and then he had been walking to the Solar Wind Apartments where his new home was going to be when a crowd of people messed with Ollic’s perception. He had run out of there like a frightened mouse being chased by a large cat, but he had lost Hokato in the process.
Returning into the ever-expanding crowd of locals, he found Hokato lying on the ground, her paw sprained. He had picked her up and carried her home, a fist in the face as his award for confronting a burly bully. That entire time he was going through the motions, but the actual event was so real and terrifying that he had missed out on seeing anything. His mind was so dead-set on getting home and locking himself in his new apartment.
It had been a few days after that Ollic had pushed himself to go outside and see what Lhavit was really like, and it had been a few more days after that he had willed himself to show up for work for his first day. Everything was anticipation and anticipation was a bastard to Ollic. They were arch enemies and the two knew it.
Upon revisiting the Amarathine Gates, Ollic couldn’t help being bombarded with memories relating to the times he had spent before he had arrived in Lhavit. It was time well spent in Avanthal and the reason he had left was fleeing his memory. He couldn’t recall, but he knew he knew. Memories were weird like that.
Taking out the pencil and a piece of paper, Ollic found a comfortable place on the inside of the Amaranthine Gates as he observed the details and the materials that made such prominent and protective walls.
’The sun’s rays exhume all majesty of the walls
A local fellow would seek safety and solitude
A new beginning starts once one has entered
Their passion leading them to start fresh
Like a gem founded in dirt one will be polished
Shining in the sun, they will find new life
A particle of their soul forever eastbound
The travelling has merely since begun.’
He had to erase a few mistakes before re-reading it a few times to make sure it made sense. In the end he was only partially certain he liked what he had written. Of course it came from the heart, but he wasn’t sure his heart was the only things taking part in the roll. He was certain his mind was there as well and knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until something one of a kind manifested on his paper.
So with a different sense of mind, one downplayed and disheartened ever so slightly, he made his way over to the Cosmos Center, playing the video in his head of the first time he had arrived.
Standing in front of the building, to the right of the pathway that lead in from the outside of the Amarathine Gates, now foreign to him, he found the building elaborate and stunning, something he had only briefly glanced at on the first day. He had mistaken its beauty, something he would never do again.
Like a lonely star in the sky, he remembered seeing the light coming from this building at night more than he did the others. It was so bright and warming to him, like he wasn’t the only one awake at night when everyone else was bound to be asleep in a comfortable slumber. He was a night owl, but you could blame his thoughts for that.
Taking out the same piece of paper he had written his prose about the Amaranthine Gates, he urged his writing utensil to create words illuminating the glory of the Cosmos Centre.
’Life has many ravaging twists and exciting turns
When one needs prominent reassurance they come here
Information finds individuals in many ways
Like the moon finding the placement of the sun before him
Like the water finding refuge in meeting the horizon
The same follows for the sky finding said location
When questions arise in such racing minds
One comes here to find hope in gaining answers
Like I, come here and you will start fresh
With a house and a job and a grand new adventure’
He realised he was getting sloppy and knew he would have to either try harder or preform a different way of writing poems. Perhaps he could have the poems rhyme instead of merely describing emotional memorable things from his mind.
He recalled his father telling him once that whenever things rhymed, you often used your head to seek out what rhymed with what, but in the end you always used your heart for determining whether or not it makes sense and useful in what you are trying to accomplish.
So for the next location, he was going to create a poem that rhymed and perhaps this whole composing idea would come much easier to him.
Try as he might, Ollic was never good with words. When it came to speaking and talking to someone, he was a mess. In general, he wasn’t a very social boy and having to converse with anyone sent him into a small panic attack, having him stutter over his words and clam up. It just wasn’t in his blood to be a social butterfly. However, when it came to writing, he was wonderful at expressing himself and showing great detail and description in what he wrote. He was a natural and ever since he was a small boy, he loved to write whether it be poetry, short stories or even assignments over scientific analysis.
Today, after getting up from a light slumber and petting his two companions, Spirit and Hokato, he had an idea to relive those days as a child and set his mind to writing again. Whether he was going to write prose, a short story or start a novel, he didn’t know, and what he didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him- not today.
Dressing into casual clothes, a multi-coloured vest and slacks to match, he had plans for the entire day. He was going to head out into Lhavit and venture into places he wouldn’t normally stop to see. Each and every place he found himself standing in front of, he would spend a few minutes thinking and then a few minutes writing out details and emotions of what he thought and felt about that particular environment and that particular location or building.
Of course in order to write about such things he needed a few pieces of paper and a writing utensils, things he had gone out and gotten a few days ago prior to the ideas and thoughts that conspired inside his head at this current moment.
He was in the mood for creativity and imagination. For too long had he been stressed and overwhelmed what with work, memories, losing Hokato and breaking his arm. He was ready to take a rest, a break from society and everyday life, and arouse his inner childhood mind. He was going to precariously, yet adventurously, seek out what he could do and write about.
So with saying goodbye to his fellow companions, he grabbed what he needed and slipped out the door, mind set on heading for the first place on his list to describe. He had it planned since the moment he had first thought about doing all of this. He was going to head straight for the Amaranthine Gates and work his way through town, sighting everything he had come across the first day he had arrived here in Lhavit.
During the time it took for Ollic to walk to his destination, he had recalled the exact day and the exact events that had took place when he had first arrived. He remembered walking through the gates, going to the Cosmos Centre to find a place to stay and to find a job, and then he had been walking to the Solar Wind Apartments where his new home was going to be when a crowd of people messed with Ollic’s perception. He had run out of there like a frightened mouse being chased by a large cat, but he had lost Hokato in the process.
Returning into the ever-expanding crowd of locals, he found Hokato lying on the ground, her paw sprained. He had picked her up and carried her home, a fist in the face as his award for confronting a burly bully. That entire time he was going through the motions, but the actual event was so real and terrifying that he had missed out on seeing anything. His mind was so dead-set on getting home and locking himself in his new apartment.
It had been a few days after that Ollic had pushed himself to go outside and see what Lhavit was really like, and it had been a few more days after that he had willed himself to show up for work for his first day. Everything was anticipation and anticipation was a bastard to Ollic. They were arch enemies and the two knew it.
Upon revisiting the Amarathine Gates, Ollic couldn’t help being bombarded with memories relating to the times he had spent before he had arrived in Lhavit. It was time well spent in Avanthal and the reason he had left was fleeing his memory. He couldn’t recall, but he knew he knew. Memories were weird like that.
Taking out the pencil and a piece of paper, Ollic found a comfortable place on the inside of the Amaranthine Gates as he observed the details and the materials that made such prominent and protective walls.
’The sun’s rays exhume all majesty of the walls
A local fellow would seek safety and solitude
A new beginning starts once one has entered
Their passion leading them to start fresh
Like a gem founded in dirt one will be polished
Shining in the sun, they will find new life
A particle of their soul forever eastbound
The travelling has merely since begun.’
He had to erase a few mistakes before re-reading it a few times to make sure it made sense. In the end he was only partially certain he liked what he had written. Of course it came from the heart, but he wasn’t sure his heart was the only things taking part in the roll. He was certain his mind was there as well and knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until something one of a kind manifested on his paper.
So with a different sense of mind, one downplayed and disheartened ever so slightly, he made his way over to the Cosmos Center, playing the video in his head of the first time he had arrived.
Standing in front of the building, to the right of the pathway that lead in from the outside of the Amarathine Gates, now foreign to him, he found the building elaborate and stunning, something he had only briefly glanced at on the first day. He had mistaken its beauty, something he would never do again.
Like a lonely star in the sky, he remembered seeing the light coming from this building at night more than he did the others. It was so bright and warming to him, like he wasn’t the only one awake at night when everyone else was bound to be asleep in a comfortable slumber. He was a night owl, but you could blame his thoughts for that.
Taking out the same piece of paper he had written his prose about the Amaranthine Gates, he urged his writing utensil to create words illuminating the glory of the Cosmos Centre.
’Life has many ravaging twists and exciting turns
When one needs prominent reassurance they come here
Information finds individuals in many ways
Like the moon finding the placement of the sun before him
Like the water finding refuge in meeting the horizon
The same follows for the sky finding said location
When questions arise in such racing minds
One comes here to find hope in gaining answers
Like I, come here and you will start fresh
With a house and a job and a grand new adventure’
He realised he was getting sloppy and knew he would have to either try harder or preform a different way of writing poems. Perhaps he could have the poems rhyme instead of merely describing emotional memorable things from his mind.
He recalled his father telling him once that whenever things rhymed, you often used your head to seek out what rhymed with what, but in the end you always used your heart for determining whether or not it makes sense and useful in what you are trying to accomplish.
So for the next location, he was going to create a poem that rhymed and perhaps this whole composing idea would come much easier to him.
