Living Outside of Time Pt 2

Birds tweeted overhead, skateboard wheels rumbled past on the cobblestone path, children laughed and played on the nearby playground. Water trickled down the fountain behind him while idle chit chat was made all around. One woman asked another about her daughter, a man spoke loudly on the phone about a meeting, all while the leaves rustled gently above their heads. Jim sat and listened, absorbing the sounds of life all around him, all while perfectly motionless, waiting, just waiting for a specific sound.

As Jim listened carefully he heard the sound of bike gears going by, then the loving whispers of a couple walking through the park together. Others continued to pass seemingly unaware of Jim on the bench listening. After some time of waiting Jim heard the rustle of a paper bag, perhaps a takeout bag, it seemed to be coming straight toward him. He listened intently and heard heavy footfalls accompanying the sack, and the quiet muffled laughter at something, presumably something he saw on his phone Jim assumed. Then the sound of the man sitting down next to him, then Jim heard the sound of the paper bag being placed on the bench. “Well Jim, how are you doing? I got you one with everything on it, just how you like it. So go ahead and dig in.” Jim recognized Bill’s voice and was glad to accept the invitation.

As Jim opened his eyes all of the constant sounds of the park gave way to complete silence. Quickly he looked around and observed the scene around him. At the nearby playground a child sat frozen in mid air on a swing, her hair sticking every which way. Birds above his head sat mid flight. A bicyclist mid swerve to avoid a child that seemingly ran in his way seemed paused in the middle of falling to the ground. There amidst it all was Jim, the only one who could move. It had been years since he first experienced this feeling, but it still bothered him, something about being alone in absolute silence. After looking around briefly he looked to Bill. Bill looked to be in good health, he was wearing a suit and tie having just come from his office a few blocks away for their lunch visit.

After looking his friend over Jim opened the bag and removed his burger, then picking up the phone he typed into the notepad, I’m doing well, but you are late, what took you so long? After a few bites of his burger Jim leaned back and once again closed his eyes. Immediately all the sounds of the park came flooding back and Jim sat motionless listening. Bill quickly explained that his new girlfriend had wanted to meet him, Jim wished that he could laugh out loud at the thought, either she would think they had lost their minds or they would give proof and she would be convinced that she had.

When Jim next opened his eyes he saw that Bill was in the middle of taking a bite of his burger and had a very awkward expression on his face, so naturally Jim used Bill’s phone to take a picture, he said nothing of it but just left it in his photos to be found. After about an hour of chatting this way Bill said his goodbye and Jim heard him starting to stand. As always when he opened his eyes everything froze. He left one last message before heading home.

Living Outside of time Pt.1

The Park was filled with the sounds of a great hustle and bustle. Children played on the playground while parents talked on the sidelines. Picnickers chatted back and forth playfully on the nearby grass. Water trickled gently from the water feature in the center of the parks courtyard. Skateboarders, bicyclists, and joggers merely passed by the stone courtyard with accompanying clicks whizzes and thuds. Birds chirped playfully in the tree tops above it all wings flapping gently in the breeze.

Bill however walked through the crowds at the park this summer afternoon blissfully unaware of these sounds, for although he heard them he paid them no mind. Bills attention was intently on his phone, holding it his right hand he slipped seamlessly from one post to another. A bag of burgers from a nearby fast food restaurant swayed gently as he walked. As Bill approached the center of the courtyard he paused briefly to look around, his eyes fell on a figure sitting alone on a bench near the fountain in the center of the courtyard. The man was wearing sneakers, blue jeans, and a plain brown t-shirt, his head hung slightly down with his eyes closed his thick black hair just reaching his eyebrows. The mans arms were folded and he appeared completely motionless.

Upon reaching the bench Bill sat down set his phone with a notepad app open on the bench between them. Then he proceeded to remove two burgers from the paper sack. One he placed next to his phone, the other he began to open for himself. “Well Jim, how are you doing? I got you one with everything on it, just how you like it. So go ahead and dig in.” Bill then went to take a bite of his burger after lowering it from his mouth he looked over. Jims arms were now at his sides resting on the bench, his left hand holding the second burger unwrapped and half eaten. The other resting next to Bills phone. Bill picked up and read the newly typed message on the phone. “I’m doing well, but you are late, what took you so long?”

Bill spoke aloud again explaining how his new girlfriend had tried to talk him into letting her come meet his mysterious friend he goes to see weekly at the park and it had taken time to talk her down. A response appeared on the phone moments later. The conversation continued back and forth like this for close to an hour before Bill decided it was time to go. “Well I need to get going,” He said aloud, “Have a good one, and I’ll bring you a slice of cake next week for your birthday.” Before he even stood from the bench entirely Bill looked over and Jim was gone. Picking up his phone Bill saw one final message, Thanks man, I’ll bring the burgers.

Journal of the Forgotten Page 1

Hero… That is what they called me. Perhaps to them I was a hero, but I see now that it never was, in truth what I did was not heroic, I fulfilled my base desires and my need for vengeance and nothing more. Here in the prison of my own making I write my tale of woe, perhaps the truth of my tale will save others from a similar fate.

I remember the taste of victory well. The invaders of our lands lay dead or captured at the city gates. Our corrupted King who had bled us, his own people, of all that we had now joined his eldest son in the fires of hell. His younger child who had come to our aid when we needed it most now took the throne. A promising young lad, he began to rule as the kings of old, with compassion and kindness. Truly he was the one who should have been praised as a hero, his kindness his willingness to turn on his own father all came from a desire to do good. While I just wanted those who had killed my family to fall.

Yet the King, who ordered the death of my bride and my adopted father, along with the Pale lizard, who had personally slain my true father before my eyes as a child had not been slain by mine own had. My revenge felt incomplete. So my eyes turned to another, the mysterious Black Sorcerer as he was known, it was he who had led this last charge against the city, and it was his dark words that convinced the Pale Lizard to lead his people to war, and his magic that had corrupted the heart of the king. I thought that perhaps if my blade tasted of his blood then my inner demons would at last rest.

What a fool I was, for it was that hatred that led me to a fate worse than death.