Holy craaap am I writing holy shit I am
I finally stopped talking about it and actually wrote something! I can't say I feel all that great about the outcome, but oh man. It's the first time I wrote something in years, even if it's just a handful of drabbles.
Starring my superhero team - Kora, Magdalena, Łukasz and Rafał.
14# Sex
"Oh God, Kora, Oh My God. I just had the most horryfing epiphany ever."
"And you're going to gleefuly grace me with it, aren't you."
"You suuuuuure you can handle it?"
"Even if I weren't you would tell me anyway."
"Okay. Look. You have this thing where your muscles are way stronger than a normal person's, right? And you can keep yourself on the normal level for, like, picking up eggs or pattng people on the back?"
"Your point?"
"All of them?"
"I guess so. Come one, say it already."
"So you know how vaginas are essentially muscle tubes?"
"...Magda, God damn it.
"And how an orgasm is a series of uncontrolled contractions?"
"Magda. Magda, fuck you. Hahaha, oh my God. Goooooood."
"You think it counts as a secondary superpower? HAH!"
14# Speed
"KurwakurwakurwaKURWA! Yuch! Bleh!"
The others couldn't have said anything if they tried, laughing so hard they were practically toppling over. Tears were running down Rafał's cheeks. Magda ignored them and kept spitting dead insects and wiping her face with disgust. Łukasz had enough decency to at least try and take the paper tissues out of his pocket, but his motor control was seriously stunted at the moment.
So, technically, she was able to fly 60 kilometers per hour.
20# Freedom
You don't get to tell me what to do. You don't get to tell me I'm a failure. You don't geto to put me down and blame me for your mistakes. I'm my own person, mom, even tough to you I'm just a Daughter. A role tied closely to your being, whose entire life is subordinate to you. You always made it clear I will never be anyone else, I will never manage to live without your protection and guidance. What did you accomplish? Twenty years in the same dead-end job, without a raise, without a promotion. Fourteeen years without a man who could stand you longer than a couple of months. And you think that when I accomplish something, it's to spite you, because it shows you how much you screwed up your life. Again, everything I do is about you, isn't it?
You propably think I'm trying to punish you, to hurt you, butI'm not. I'm not doing it against you, I'm doing it for myself. No, I don't have a sponsor, and I'm not pregnant. No, I don't take drugs. No, I'm not in a cult, damn it. Sorry, I know it would make you feel better. I just want to leave and make sure I never end up as bitter, shallow, petty, unhappy a person as you. I'm not your little docile girl anymore, and I'm not taking your shit ever again. Here, my keys. I will call you once I'm done unpacking, invite you over for dinner. Speaking of dinner, there's spaghetti in the fridge. And I'm taking the computer, alright? I need it for homework. You mostly use your laptop, anyway. Bye, mom. Take care.
Kora stared at her feet, her face hot like fire. She said nothig, just nodded and apologized in between shouts and insults.
22# Jealousy
"It's alright", she said, wrapping her arm around Magda and hugging her. The shorter girl sniffed and buried her wet face in Kora's sweater. "Everyone fucks up from time to time. Even you."
She managed to keep the smile out of her voice.
26# Forever
"I wonder if he's still there", Łukasz said quietly.
Rafał turned away from the screen. His friend was sitting on his bed, looking through the window, straight at the moon.
"What, the moon? I guess so, unless some villain stole it and replaced it with a giant disco ball while we weren't looking."
"Har har.Go back to your raid."
Rafał gleefuly went back to his game, mashing the keyboard and cussing. Łukasz didn't hear him. He kept staring at the moon, the book on his lap completely forgotten. A collection of Polish fairy tales. A nice assignment for someone who didn't know just how much truth could be in these stories.
If that one was based on a true story, did the nobleman live his remaining years - twenty, maybe thirty - then died, his body curled up in some crater in the surface? Maybe he suffocated the moment he was transported there? Not likely, the devils wouldn't let him go so easily. They wanted him to suffer. Alone, looking down at his planet, without hope, not eating, not breathing, not sleeping, going mad, everyone he knew and loved long dead, nothing and no one around but a stupid spider--
Oh.
Oh God.
He turned away from the window, standing up hurriedly and storming out of the room. He suddenly felt very cold, and he felt sweat running down his foerehead.
42# Clouds
"Have you ever heard of this thing called >>air pressure
43# Sky
Nobody could possibly understand what it felt like, war and hatred, taxes and politics, designer clothes and lunchtime, electric watches and flatscreens, doors, streetlights, saying "thank you" after dinner and never ever inviting your boyfriend over too early left on the ground beneath her; she was all alone, freak of nature, force of nature, she screamed and laughed as there was nobody to have opinions about her.
44# Heaven
It kept him awake at night. He was now very aware of the fact that hell existed. And there's no hell without heaven.
He knew what it meant for him.
45# Hell
"See, we are very well organized. All the brimstone and the damned are kept away from the offices. Unsanitary and stressing, and we keep our work environment employee-friendly, you know?
We have a department for every type of deuce; dytkos have their cubicle or two, The Drowned mostly work in the field - their job doesn't need much regulation, as you can imagine, and every region has it's own supervisor, archive, and assigned personnel. There aren't as many of us as there used to be, of course; we're running low on employees, almost all of us work double shifts to meet with the demand. With so many tasks and so little qualified specialists, good work organization and documentation is a must, if we want to stay afloat. Documentation is imperative to our work structure."
"I'm not signing it", Łukasz answered sternly. The man before him tapped his hoof impatiently, his tail swinging.
"I'm telling you, it's not a binding document. It is merely to help us identify you. Six billion people on Earth and maybe three hundred who qualifiy for this program, do you understand? We need to have you in our database. It doesn't come with any resonsibilities towards us. We just know where to find you should we need your services, and we will never force you to give them against your will. And the data will be highly classified. No tricks. I swear on my grandfather's moustache."
"I'm not signing it."
It took all of the devil's self-restraint not to introduce his palm to his face; he was trying to be proffessional. He suppressed a sigh and put his arm around the wizard's shoulders in a friendly, comforting, and very proffessional manner, flashing him a friendly, comforting, and very proffessional smile.
"You haven't heard of the benefits our company has to offer. Our insurance plan covers not only hospitalization costs, should the need arise, but a multitude of other circumstances unique to the job, not offered in any other institution. And let me tell you about our scholarship fund..."
47# Moon
As much as he hated to use such tasteless expressions, there was no other way to describe it. He felt retarded.
He looked at the flaxen cord, twirling it nervously around his finger. He looked at the road. Then at the small gardening shovel he was holding in his right hand. Back to the cord. Road, cord, shovel, road, cord, shovel, road, shovel for a change, cord. The full moon shone patiently, waiting for the young man to gather his courage.
Finally, Łukasz sighed, crouched and started digging in the firmed ground. He didn't spend two hours on a train to feel stupid now. The moon was overjoyed; he hadn't seen it done in so many years.
There used to be so many flushed girls in red skirts, running lightly down the road, so many trembling old women, cluthing cords in their dry hands like crucifixes, and so, so many drunk youngsters, hollering and laughing, daring each other to try. Such a beautful tradition; full of hope and mystery, people overcoming their prejudice and fear to overcome obstacles they couldn't on their own. This man was the first in over sixty years.
Sixty years. The moon wondered if any dytko would answer the boy's call; there weren't many left anymore, and they propably stopped listening long ago.
49# Hair
They got in the way.
They were dstinct and easy to spot.
Anyone could grab her by them; it hurt, and could cost someone's life one day.
But they were also the only pretty thing about her.
She devoted so much more to her second identity-- her identity, yet she couldn't bring herself to do it yet.
Notes:
26# you might find this helpful.
42# and 43# are connected.
45# The devil looks like a normal man save for one goat leg, horns and a cow tail.
47# Dytkos are slavic folk creatures; the look like a human head on straw, spider-like legs. I couldn't remember the exact way summoning one went down, unfortunately, but I'm almost sure it indeed was burying a rope at the connection of three roads. You could strike up a deal with them once you summoned them.
They also appeared in vain girls' mirrors if they stared at themselves too long.
Starring my superhero team - Kora, Magdalena, Łukasz and Rafał.
14# Sex
"Oh God, Kora, Oh My God. I just had the most horryfing epiphany ever."
"And you're going to gleefuly grace me with it, aren't you."
"You suuuuuure you can handle it?"
"Even if I weren't you would tell me anyway."
"Okay. Look. You have this thing where your muscles are way stronger than a normal person's, right? And you can keep yourself on the normal level for, like, picking up eggs or pattng people on the back?"
"Your point?"
"All of them?"
"I guess so. Come one, say it already."
"So you know how vaginas are essentially muscle tubes?"
"...Magda, God damn it.
"And how an orgasm is a series of uncontrolled contractions?"
"Magda. Magda, fuck you. Hahaha, oh my God. Goooooood."
"You think it counts as a secondary superpower? HAH!"
14# Speed
"KurwakurwakurwaKURWA! Yuch! Bleh!"
The others couldn't have said anything if they tried, laughing so hard they were practically toppling over. Tears were running down Rafał's cheeks. Magda ignored them and kept spitting dead insects and wiping her face with disgust. Łukasz had enough decency to at least try and take the paper tissues out of his pocket, but his motor control was seriously stunted at the moment.
So, technically, she was able to fly 60 kilometers per hour.
20# Freedom
You don't get to tell me what to do. You don't get to tell me I'm a failure. You don't geto to put me down and blame me for your mistakes. I'm my own person, mom, even tough to you I'm just a Daughter. A role tied closely to your being, whose entire life is subordinate to you. You always made it clear I will never be anyone else, I will never manage to live without your protection and guidance. What did you accomplish? Twenty years in the same dead-end job, without a raise, without a promotion. Fourteeen years without a man who could stand you longer than a couple of months. And you think that when I accomplish something, it's to spite you, because it shows you how much you screwed up your life. Again, everything I do is about you, isn't it?
You propably think I'm trying to punish you, to hurt you, butI'm not. I'm not doing it against you, I'm doing it for myself. No, I don't have a sponsor, and I'm not pregnant. No, I don't take drugs. No, I'm not in a cult, damn it. Sorry, I know it would make you feel better. I just want to leave and make sure I never end up as bitter, shallow, petty, unhappy a person as you. I'm not your little docile girl anymore, and I'm not taking your shit ever again. Here, my keys. I will call you once I'm done unpacking, invite you over for dinner. Speaking of dinner, there's spaghetti in the fridge. And I'm taking the computer, alright? I need it for homework. You mostly use your laptop, anyway. Bye, mom. Take care.
Kora stared at her feet, her face hot like fire. She said nothig, just nodded and apologized in between shouts and insults.
22# Jealousy
"It's alright", she said, wrapping her arm around Magda and hugging her. The shorter girl sniffed and buried her wet face in Kora's sweater. "Everyone fucks up from time to time. Even you."
She managed to keep the smile out of her voice.
26# Forever
"I wonder if he's still there", Łukasz said quietly.
Rafał turned away from the screen. His friend was sitting on his bed, looking through the window, straight at the moon.
"What, the moon? I guess so, unless some villain stole it and replaced it with a giant disco ball while we weren't looking."
"Har har.Go back to your raid."
Rafał gleefuly went back to his game, mashing the keyboard and cussing. Łukasz didn't hear him. He kept staring at the moon, the book on his lap completely forgotten. A collection of Polish fairy tales. A nice assignment for someone who didn't know just how much truth could be in these stories.
If that one was based on a true story, did the nobleman live his remaining years - twenty, maybe thirty - then died, his body curled up in some crater in the surface? Maybe he suffocated the moment he was transported there? Not likely, the devils wouldn't let him go so easily. They wanted him to suffer. Alone, looking down at his planet, without hope, not eating, not breathing, not sleeping, going mad, everyone he knew and loved long dead, nothing and no one around but a stupid spider--
Oh.
Oh God.
He turned away from the window, standing up hurriedly and storming out of the room. He suddenly felt very cold, and he felt sweat running down his foerehead.
42# Clouds
"Have you ever heard of this thing called >>air pressure
43# Sky
Nobody could possibly understand what it felt like, war and hatred, taxes and politics, designer clothes and lunchtime, electric watches and flatscreens, doors, streetlights, saying "thank you" after dinner and never ever inviting your boyfriend over too early left on the ground beneath her; she was all alone, freak of nature, force of nature, she screamed and laughed as there was nobody to have opinions about her.
44# Heaven
It kept him awake at night. He was now very aware of the fact that hell existed. And there's no hell without heaven.
He knew what it meant for him.
45# Hell
"See, we are very well organized. All the brimstone and the damned are kept away from the offices. Unsanitary and stressing, and we keep our work environment employee-friendly, you know?
We have a department for every type of deuce; dytkos have their cubicle or two, The Drowned mostly work in the field - their job doesn't need much regulation, as you can imagine, and every region has it's own supervisor, archive, and assigned personnel. There aren't as many of us as there used to be, of course; we're running low on employees, almost all of us work double shifts to meet with the demand. With so many tasks and so little qualified specialists, good work organization and documentation is a must, if we want to stay afloat. Documentation is imperative to our work structure."
"I'm not signing it", Łukasz answered sternly. The man before him tapped his hoof impatiently, his tail swinging.
"I'm telling you, it's not a binding document. It is merely to help us identify you. Six billion people on Earth and maybe three hundred who qualifiy for this program, do you understand? We need to have you in our database. It doesn't come with any resonsibilities towards us. We just know where to find you should we need your services, and we will never force you to give them against your will. And the data will be highly classified. No tricks. I swear on my grandfather's moustache."
"I'm not signing it."
It took all of the devil's self-restraint not to introduce his palm to his face; he was trying to be proffessional. He suppressed a sigh and put his arm around the wizard's shoulders in a friendly, comforting, and very proffessional manner, flashing him a friendly, comforting, and very proffessional smile.
"You haven't heard of the benefits our company has to offer. Our insurance plan covers not only hospitalization costs, should the need arise, but a multitude of other circumstances unique to the job, not offered in any other institution. And let me tell you about our scholarship fund..."
47# Moon
As much as he hated to use such tasteless expressions, there was no other way to describe it. He felt retarded.
He looked at the flaxen cord, twirling it nervously around his finger. He looked at the road. Then at the small gardening shovel he was holding in his right hand. Back to the cord. Road, cord, shovel, road, cord, shovel, road, shovel for a change, cord. The full moon shone patiently, waiting for the young man to gather his courage.
Finally, Łukasz sighed, crouched and started digging in the firmed ground. He didn't spend two hours on a train to feel stupid now. The moon was overjoyed; he hadn't seen it done in so many years.
There used to be so many flushed girls in red skirts, running lightly down the road, so many trembling old women, cluthing cords in their dry hands like crucifixes, and so, so many drunk youngsters, hollering and laughing, daring each other to try. Such a beautful tradition; full of hope and mystery, people overcoming their prejudice and fear to overcome obstacles they couldn't on their own. This man was the first in over sixty years.
Sixty years. The moon wondered if any dytko would answer the boy's call; there weren't many left anymore, and they propably stopped listening long ago.
49# Hair
They got in the way.
They were dstinct and easy to spot.
Anyone could grab her by them; it hurt, and could cost someone's life one day.
But they were also the only pretty thing about her.
She devoted so much more to her second identity-- her identity, yet she couldn't bring herself to do it yet.
Notes:
26# you might find this helpful.
42# and 43# are connected.
45# The devil looks like a normal man save for one goat leg, horns and a cow tail.
47# Dytkos are slavic folk creatures; the look like a human head on straw, spider-like legs. I couldn't remember the exact way summoning one went down, unfortunately, but I'm almost sure it indeed was burying a rope at the connection of three roads. You could strike up a deal with them once you summoned them.
They also appeared in vain girls' mirrors if they stared at themselves too long.