Story Idea – Eclipsed

I won’t be taking this one on, most probably, so if you want it, take it. Just do comment here to tell me you are.

“My name is Amy Dawson. But ask anyone in my quiet and not-so-little town about Amy Dawson and they’ll say, ‘Amy who?’

You should have asked them about ‘The Fearless Amelia'”.

For the past twenty-five years of her life, Amy has been living under the shadow of her ten years old self who became a town hero. People always saw ‘The Fearless Amelia’ instead of her and had expectations that the plain old Amy kept falling short of.

So when she is accused of still living in the past while trying to help out her town still preserve its soul against the destructive demands of progress, Amy will have to find acceptance between the two contrasting sides of her: the hero and the girl who got consumed in the hero’s shadow.

Snippet | “Just a Dream”

“You’re safe, kiddo. Calm down. You are safe.” I consoled him as he bawled in my arms. My heart cracked at his suffering but I knew there wasn’t anything more I could do than be his anchor. I kept making cooing noises as he slowly calmed down enough to take deep breaths.

“It was so scary, Pa.” He confessed and though he still had terror in his voice, I felt pride in his attempts to control himself. “I couldn’t find you. I was all alone.”

The words almost made me instantly take back my decision to give him a separate bedroom now that he was six. But even I knew that the lack of a mother figure was no longer a valid excuse for letting him sleep in my bed.

“Bud, what did I say about these nightmares? You must not be afraid to fight them.” I caressed his hair, making a mental note to take him to a barber – and wincing at the chaos of that situation, and continued while staring in his eyes. “They are just dreams, kiddo. Remember that when you wake up, I will be here for you.”

He doesn’t believe in the words but I do know he believes in me. And that is why, I let him return to an unavoidable and unpredictable battlefield.

“Yup, boy. They are just dreams.”

[POTENTIAL] Project ‘Shadow’

“There was a quote my father used to repeat.”

She drew her blade out from its sheath, feeling the silent caress of the steel and cloth. Her stance barely shifted as she moved her arms to position.

“The two legs should be in a line, one behind the other. Knees slightly bent, torso straight and the arms ready to embrace. Ready to sing a duet with the target’s skin at throat.”

“I’m like a leaf in a storm. Watch me fly.”

She took a deep breath, relaxing her muscles just enough to hold herself without even the slightest of strain. She took in the gifts of her senses. And then she felt.

“The body is all there is, the blade merely an extension of it. It can know things we may not realize instantly. Listen to what it hears. Watch all that it sees. Taste all that it smells. Feel everything… And then you will know all you need to know about things.”

“But I am not sure if that is the best way to see life.”

She felt the pleasure of the knowledge. Her body told her it was the right time. Without a delay, she reached forward and split the skin and all that lay beneath in two.

“To saw the neck is a barbaric act we mustn’t indulge in. Understand your own vessel and you will know just how much is enough. You need to deliver them to the precipice. The untrained will jump on their own.”

“After all, isn’t the leaf a slave to the winds? No. I shall be better. I shall be the winds themselves.”

With this entire act taking less than two seconds, she turned away and sheathed the crimson dagger before the target even realized what had happened. The doors behind her had already shut before the person fell. And she was long gone before the discovery was made.

“The hardest part comes long after. When the realization sets in. When the act is acknowledged. You cannot be guided through this. And unless you find your way through, you cannot be one of us.”

“I promise you father. I will become the storm.”

She took one last look at the anchor, loosening her hold to let it flit through the air to the ground. No parent would wanted this for their child. But she knew no child should shy from this route. Some wounds never heal. And then she was gone. All left behind of her presence was that picture. Of a young girl and her beloved father, both – in their own ways – dead a long time ago.

“You must move past your guilt to be one of us.

To be the Shadow.”

Lost

I feel like I have started to lose myself. I do not know the how, the why and the where, but I do know that this isn’t what I was supposed to be.

I look at others and they feel so in control. Like they are doing what they were born to be doing. Or are on the road to reaching that point in life. But I? I am still figuring out how to open my eyes.

I am sorry but I can’t do more today.

“The biggest regret we had was not that we weren’t all that we wanted to be, but that we weren’t anything we had ever wanted to be.”

Nothing significant today

There won’t be a meaningful post today because my pre-planned post on the three lettered question ‘Why’ fell apart due to lack of ideas

AND

Because I got a second chance for something that was lost. But still, I must give something. I hope you enjoy the following.

“Are you ready for this?” He asked from behind his table and though I wanted to punch that smugness he was barely hiding, I knew I mustn’t. I was the one who had more to lose here. “There won’t be a third chance. Not for your colleagues, not for your juniors, no one.”
I could barely keep the anger from leaking into my voice. “Of course sir, I understand.” I failed though because his eyes narrowed. Or maybe it was my facial expressions that gave me away.

“Go on then. This lifting of the ban from contacting people is all the favor I will give you.” My anger surged to new levels and I turned before he saw it. I and my entire group of 124 colleagues had to get 85 new clients for ourselves in the final 60 days, which were already not in the most optimum time period.

I didn’t thank him, like I normally did with everyone else. I walked away as fast as I could and then began to run when I could. I ran out of the building and though I wanted to, I didn’t let out the scream I was holding within. I would never let it out now, I knew that, but repressing the negative was a small price.

“I have a second chance now. I won’t fail. Even if I don’t succeed, I won’t give up trying.” I promised myself. And then I pulled out my phone and began to inform others of this turn of events.

“We got a second chance

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I know. For most of you it may not feel relatable. But sometimes, the unspoken matters.