Excerpt from Banquet of Tremors – My novel to be

Eli then realized that he was standing around staring at the retreating Grey robes and so he decided that he better get a move on. He put one step in front of the other… and then realized that he had left his Extra-Dimensional Box at home. Eli would require the device to store the goods he was after since the concept of a “bag” had been abolished when Eli had been yet a toddler, under his Ward: Matthias.

Eli thought back to when he had been given his first EDB when he was the ripe age of five. He had been playing with a molecular model given to him by Seil for his birthday before she walked up and handed him it. In fact Eli remembered exactly what Seil had told him:

“Remember Eli to never press the buttons until I tell you”.

Stubborn and childish, Eli had completely ignored Seil’s warnings and had instead pressed all six colored buttons at random: right in front of Seil! The deafening pain that had accompanied the pressing of the buttons had been enormous! One moment Eli had felt utter joy with his gift and the next he was wriggling on the floor in agony. This EDB wasn’t an Extra Dimensional Box after all. It had been a prank engineered by Seil meant to teach Eli a valuable lesson.

“The lesson here Eli is that you must obey your older sister Seil”, his ward Matthias had told him, “She means the best for you and wants you to succeed. Seil has just been accepted as a Red robe and wishes the same for you”.

Eli had internalized his EDB incident and because of it had never questioned Seil’s judgement ever again. Only two short years later Matthais had been drafted into the war against the Defiled and died in combat. Eli had been heart-broken. He would cry for hours on end and whenever he looked at his toys he would remember the horrible experience. He never touched his toys again.

Eventually Eli reached his destination at the southern war pyramid and he gazed upon the behemoth. It was completely smooth and triangular but legend had it that in times of distress it would open up and summon lightning bolts. Of course Eli had never seen this happen since Prospertum hadn’t been directly invaded by the Nymphs or Defiled in over a century.

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Carl Jung’s Shadow

The most interesting thing regarding my midnight to dusk writing is that whenever I get into a flow I experience an alternative shadow-consciousness. It has happened twice now that while I spew forth words upon a page an entity arrives and stands behind me just to the right. This being seems to consist of complete dark energy and I am always made aware of it when it brushes my right shoulder. Albeit this being lacks any malice or evil, but it seeps raw energies around me. It almost creates a time-bubble were I am completely unaware of what I am doing or how quickly time passes. Whether or not this being is simply a figment of my overactive imagination (perhaps it is my Jungian shadow?) is not relevant.

Once I notice that this being is brushing me with it’s… they aren’t fingers (and screw off it doesn’t have genitals xD)… appendages my mind immediately goes blank. I’m filled with an inner swirling peace. A maelstrom of chaotic energy in which all my emotions, thoughts, desires, and sense of self are abolished. For those of you who would claim I am whacked out on a substance, it is not the case. Both times this being has arrived I have been just over an hour into my writing cycle and completely sober.

Anyways when I am caught in it’s presence I feel as if it wishes to help me with my writer’s block. If I banish it (a figure of speech! Catholic exorcism comes to mind) my ideas disappear immediately and I am reduced to staring at a blank monitor. However if I accept it and integrate it with my mind, my ideas come faster than a Persian Prince in a harem.

~V. Rogue