kobold's New Writeupshttp://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=kobold2008-12-15T15:27:55ZWorld In Her Eyes (fiction)http://m.everything2.com/user/kobold/writeups/World+In+Her+Eyeskoboldhttp://m.everything2.com/user/kobold2008-12-15T15:27:55Z2008-12-15T15:27:55Z<p>"There is always <a href="/title/hope">hope</a>," she told him. "When that dies, there is nothing." Ever since they had grown up together he had not said a word about the strange way she made things slow down. He would be with her when everything was <a href="/title/waiting+for+the+night">still</a>, and she would just sit quietly, breathing so slowly and so calmly that the whole world slowed down with her. The leaves fell so gently that their winding journey down to the ground would take days, the branches they had left behind now swaying as unhurried as the things that grew deep under the ocean. When they were by the sea, he would look at her, watching her hair in the breeze, wondering why it never slowed like the tide did, and when he looked back at the waves he sometimes swore that they were turning backwards, just for a moment before they noticed him looking. In that moment he felt like the years of his life were beginning to unravel with them, like paint liquefying, washing back over a <a href="/title/clean+start">fresh new canvas</a>. That was when he felt<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Out of the Wild (fiction)http://m.everything2.com/user/kobold/writeups/Out+of+the+Wildkoboldhttp://m.everything2.com/user/kobold2008-01-14T21:57:47Z2008-01-14T21:57:47Z<p>Everyone has them. Those <a href="/title/beautiful+dream">beautiful dream</a>s where you wake up, and immediately you want nothing more than to go back to <a href="/title/sleep">sleep</a> and just slip right back into that <a href="/title/perfect+world">perfect world</a> that you know is still there, waiting.</p>
<p>Many years ago, when I was young, I found somewhere beautiful, and I still go there when I sleep. It’s a vast and bright place, so much more infinite than this <a href="/title/curved+world">curved world</a>. None of it will ever be fully discovered, no matter how many times I go back. Sometimes, when I <a href="/title/fall+asleep">fall asleep</a>, my father is there to greet me, and for a few moments he smiles and reaches out to me before he hurries away to some other place I will never know, just the way I remember him when he was alive.</p>
<p>My father was a <a href="/title/wild+man">wild man</a>, his hair long and untamed, his eyes always moving. Just standing near him I would feel all the storms inside him, whipping at him, tearing to be free, and I knew that behind everything he did was his one magnificent and destructive <a href="/title/Moby+Dick">quest</a> for the storm that<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Shadow Aspect (fiction)http://m.everything2.com/user/kobold/writeups/Shadow+Aspectkoboldhttp://m.everything2.com/user/kobold2008-01-07T19:43:59Z2008-01-07T19:43:59Z<p>Hello. My name is Horatio White, and I have no shadow.</p>
<p>It began some months ago, when my <a href="/title/shadow">shadow</a> began to detach from me. At first I would notice a slight <a href="/title/gap">gap</a>, perhaps a few millimetres wide, between us, but if I looked closer the gap would disappear. Sometimes, as I stooped down and squinted, staring at my shadow, I would begin to feel as if it were staring back. As the months went on I would see things out the <a href="/title/corner+of+my+eye">corner of my eye</a>. My shadow, clear-cut and perfect on the wall next to me, slowly turning to look at me, or the unshakeable impression that it hurried to catch up with me whenever I looked to see where it had gone.</p>
<p>As the months went on I could never be sure if I was seeing something real or if it was all a symptom of some strange <a href="/title/paranoia">paranoia</a>, but as the spring came and my shadow grew stronger and sharper I was not the only one to notice.
I was sitting very still one bright afternoon on the edge of the large <a href="/title/fountain">fountain</a> in the town centre, staring down at my shadow on the<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…One Last Shot (fiction)http://m.everything2.com/user/kobold/writeups/One+Last+Shotkoboldhttp://m.everything2.com/user/kobold2007-11-24T18:53:52Z2007-11-24T18:53:52Z<p>"Do you have a <a href="/title/family">family</a>, Mr Shaw?"</p>
<p>I did. I had a wife and two girls who I loved more than anything in the world. I nodded, but perhaps he didn’t see me because he asked again, that same vaguely <a href="/title/European">European</a> accent echoing from behind me.</p>
<p>"Do you have a family, Mr Shaw?"</p>
<p>Exactly the same. <a href="/title/Not+even+a+hint+of+anger">Not even a hint of anger</a>. Just a question.</p>
<p>"Yes."<br />
<p>"Then perhaps you would like to make sure that your last thoughts are about them."</p>
<p>I screwed my eyes shut. Although I was blindfolded I could still feel the <a href="/title/harsh+winter+sun">harsh winter sun</a> like a pin-point in the clear sky, and I thought about my family. I thought about all the things I said to them before leaving for <a href="/title/work">work</a> each morning, never realising they might be the last things I would ever say to them. All the dull and mundane things. I thought about all the arguments I’d had with my <a href="/title/wife">wife</a>, all the things I had shouted at her and at the girls, all the things I wished I could take back. There was so much I wanted to<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Christina Milian (person)http://m.everything2.com/user/kobold/writeups/Christina+Miliankoboldhttp://m.everything2.com/user/kobold2007-06-05T13:54:47Z2007-06-05T13:54:47Z<p><strong>Christina Milian is <em>hot</em> - that is all you need to know.</strong> And all this stuff as well.</p>
<p>It's official - <em>I love Christina Milian and want to marry her!</em> She is officially the most beautiful woman <em>in the universe.</em> Now I know I may have said similar things <a href="/title/Kristin+Kreuk">about someone else</a> once before but this time it's different. I was young and rash back then. This time I <em>mean</em> it. Even the parts I stole verbatim.</p>
<p><strong>About the girl</strong></p>
<p>Guess what - Christina Milian is <a href="/title/Cuban">Cuban</a>! Bet you didn't see that one coming. Thankfully her parents saw the benefits of potential stardom in a free market and gave birth to her in <a href="/title/New+Jersey">New Jersey</a> in September of 1981, raising her in <a href="/title/Waldorf">Waldorf</a>, <a href="/title/Maryland">Maryland</a>. She also has two younger sisters but I haven't seen them.</p>
<p>From a very early age Christina seemed determined to be a star of some sort, claiming that she used to "try to get into the <a href="/title/television">television</a>" when<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…March 7, 2007 (person)http://m.everything2.com/user/kobold/writeups/March+7%252C+2007koboldhttp://m.everything2.com/user/kobold2007-03-07T15:41:00Z2007-03-07T15:41:00Z<p>I dreamed about my mom last night. My mom died at the end of last <a href="/title/October">October</a>, and my dad & I were <a href="/title/watching+my+mother+die">with her</a> while she lay there, totally unresponsive and struggling to breathe for over five hours before she finally gave up. Ever since then I have dreamed about her, and every time she is back with us at home, but always with the sense that we don't know how long for because somehow I know that she is <a href="/title/dead">dead</a>.</p>
<p>Last night I dreamed I was sitting on our sofa talking to her, still knowing she was dead. My dad mentioned how a friend of the family had come to our house earlier, so I asked my mom if she had been around when he came and she said no. "He would have got quite a shock if you had," I joked, thinking how funny it would be for someone to see her even though she has been dead for months. Then my mom told me she couldn't keep doing this, she couldn't keep coming back. "I've got to go," she said. I had always known it was only temporary, but as soon as she said she had<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…