Flash Fiction: Return

Here’s a story about someone known as a light bearer.

The Dark Netizen

Praises be sung, our lord has returned victorious. 

The cheers and chanting continued throughout the capital as its ruler made his triumphant return. The citizens lit torches and kindled celebratory flames in order to welcome their light bringer. They sang praises of his exploits in battle, how he alone destroyed half the enemy army. They celebrated their victory over their greatest enemy, one who was threatening their very way of existence. The roads leading to the palace looked like rivers of gold, and the palace itself shone like the sun.

The Festival of lights marked the Demon king’s return.


Word Count: 99

Prompt: Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge Nov 1

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Goblin Slayer and the Root of Horror

My friend just increased my interest in Goblin Slayer. Whoop-dee-doo~

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The Halloween season has given me some impetus to think about the horror genre.  A while back, an academic named E. Michael Jones was on the Patrick Coffin show explaining how he thought about the horror genre.  He has written at least two works on this subject: Monsters from the Id: The Rise of Horror in Fiction and Film and Sex with Monsters.  Jones believes that the modern horror genre arose as a reaction to the free love movements of the 19th century and reached its full flowering following the Sexual Revolution.  Many persons were hurt by the myriad problems which inevitably arise from sexual licentiousness and enjoyed a cathartic reaction from a central message of many horror stories: sex can kill you.

School Days You all know how this story ends.  Or, if you don’t, School Days should be on your list.

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Behind Henchman Bars

Trump, Jong-un, Putin, Duterte
All of them? Man, they’re just henchmen
I’m a boss, they can’t control me
They’re just left to think they own me
Look What You Made Me Do’s pathetic
Sounding like Kanye so Famous
Taking shots so that means that
I’ll get fired back-to-back
Like waking Drake, where I’ll get burned
Shining just like his treasures
But that won’t send me up to Mars
‘Cause planet Earth needs better stars
Though what’s some better star up high
If ozone can’t go filter lights
Purple bruising up our skin
Cancer that will kill us, then
Like the Pauls who aren’t Saints
Satan’s not just flames and snakes
But those bros are still just henchmen
Who’s the master? I check this
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Fairest player of them all
Has a floating mask in green
For the old and jealous queens
Feeling like a middle child
Singing in a “charity”
“Follow your heart, it’s never wrong”
“Don’t listen to them, believe your own”
With that, I hope I can hold
A scalpel for when I go croak
Like Black Jack working on himself
But how much would the charge be, then?

Makoto Naegi, Dumb Luck, and Emotional Will

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Hey there. Long time no post here again. I could’ve posted something like a poem with a reading, a fanfic chapter, a piece of music stuff, or one of my already submitted and graded Creative Writing projects, but then this happened, and it happened hard. Like, with how much nervousness I’ve been feeling over this, that might be saying something, no?

Now, I didn’t really think that I’d come to doing something like this again a few years after I tried to do reflections on the Kagerou Project, especially its anime, Mekakucity Actors. I hadn’t really felt like I could do something like that again, especially considering how I felt after attempts at some periodical reflection series or so. Perhaps I’m meant to be more sudden about posts like this, then? Well, there is the fact that I went straight into writing this right after the inspiration bolt struck, and there’s also how occasionally I post lately, so…yeah, hahaha~ XD

Still, it would require serious thinking, so there. Hours at least, if you want an idea about the time it would take, but even that minimum estimate is already real crazy, so…yeah.

Anyway, I’m now considering that set of reflections on KagePro a prototype for this series I’d like to call Superheroes vs God Almighty.

Now, as for how this will work, well, I have a bunch of favorite stories, see, fictional stories with heroes (and they can be outside the non-realist zone as well, since writing can make even the most ordinary heroes look super) beloved by a considerable number, though mostly niche in the bigger picture, and I’ve been observing myself and how I’ve been tending to view them with either the lens of cynical dung or the lens of naive roses. Like, they’re all imperfect stories, and I’ve been approaching them with imperfect criticism as well. Either the story only has bad guys in a gritty realist tale where problems can’t be solved right, or the story has good guys and bad guys with no in-betweens in some diabetes-inducing fairy tale where problems can be solved without proper order. They can seem like attempts to escape the traps of those two extremes, too, but they’re still stuck in that popular dichotomy I myself also tend to apply in their creation and criticism. That also makes me think that we are more focused on helping each other understand the sort of flawed human thinking we often find ourselves trapped in, so much that we tend to forget to think about making it more properly advanced. Or even though we do have a growing understanding of our flaws and continuous effort toward better change, there may be some important things we’ve been overlooking.

If you ask me about this, well, what I think we’re missing is God Almighty, be it through cutting Him out of the equation and/or misinterpreting His will, something that’s understandably tempting, considering today’s rehashed and recycled problems that pretty much stem from our imperfect hearts. I can understand the lack of faith from those who don’t believe, though, especially since us humans who claim to be faithful believers often struggle and fall short in actually acting like such. As for those who do try to believe and be faithful, it’s easy to say that we do understand what God wants from us, but then again, a lot of Jesus Christ’s fellow Jews back then, especially their leaders, weren’t really receptive of how He dined with sinners, among other things. And yes, even I’m still trying to figure out more about what He means even as I continue to practice my Roman Catholic faith.

And with the society I find myself in, I now find myself wanting to challenge my favorite stories, stories which align with my adventurous shounen and crazy seinen tastes that are held together by borderline fairy-tale optimism. You can call this blog post series of mine a journey of self-discovery in other aspects as well, so yeah, better keep in mind that I’m also an autistic heterosexual male Filipino young adult with kinda light skin and a suburban upbringing.

Now let’s start with one story I’ve been into once again and even deeper recently thanks to Steam and whimsy: Danganronpa. And it’s a series as well, I know, but for this one, I’ll focus on the first game alone, as it’s already interesting enough by itself. And I’ll be talking with NISA lingo, so yeah, if you’re not comfy with it, well, just remember that there’s likely to be a lot more uncomfortable stuff I’ll be talking about here.

Oh, and since I’ll be talking in-depth about this, HERE’S A SPOILER WARNING BEFORE A READ MORE CUT!

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Pope Francis Is Like A Canary in the Coal Mine

It’s a different brand of difficult out there, indeed, but God Almighty has been, still is, and will always be around. So yeah, God Almighty keep on helping us all.

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Pope Francis is like a canary in the coal mine, identifying toxic trends in our society, then, offering hope as he suggests Christian solutions to current issues.

The expression, a canary in the coal mine, is a saying which refers to caged canaries miners would bring with them into mine tunnels. These birds were used in Britain, right up until 1999 as a way to warn miners if gases like carbon monoxide collected in the mine. Noxious gas would kill a tiny canary before miners even knew they were in danger. Now the phrase, a canary in the coal mine,  alludes to someone whose sensitivity delivers early warnings to society. Our popes have often perceived subtle shifts away from gospel values before most of us even notice.

We are Like Frogs Sitting in Hot Water

Most people are too caught up in the details of the daily news cycle to…

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Suck It, Morning Rush

Today’s breakfast is Hotchix,
With spice and rice, so oiled and crisp
But there’s no lovely health, just a quick fix
Running on gut instincts
That bottled water will just swish.

My shoelaces unravel with telekinesis
That makes sense because of my raging
Which I threw out like garbage
But I took hold of that purple force
And said “Suck it, morning rush.”

I won’t skip away from the building
Even with no fire exit waiting
Because I still have more to learn
Like the many ways I can say “I love you”
Even while we’re stuck in a corner.

Even if this bracelet on my right wrist
Holds a bunch of roses always white,
With a crown of thorns, it’s still alike,
So I should bear it with humble breaths
So flow on, apologies and thanks.

Now let’s go take the next morning rush
And let it go suck all of our sun
While we beat it up with our loaded guts
‘Til it blows to send the light back up
So yeah, I’m back, my love.

SIM PLAY

God the Father already knew how stubborn we were
Yet He sent His Son to live and die on dirty Earth.

I hear His simple call
To follow Him around
Yet when he BRRRRRINGS! my cross,
I’m hating leaning down.

I can’t change my number
‘Cause I don’t get His wares
Of Divine Tech Support
Which wants me fixed in here.

I do as the Pharisees do, calling myself good
But God, don’t let me hang like Judas Iscariot would.

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Modern Artists Capture the Strength of St. Joseph

I hadn’t thought about the strangeness of Saint Joseph doing a move with his family to Egypt until you mentioned it! God certainly works in strange yet amazing ways, indeed… 😀

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St. Joseph was a worker, strong, capable but spiritual enough to see and hear messages from God. He was courageous enough act on those commands even though they went against all common sense.

His young betrothed pregnant yet a virgin?

A move to Egypt, the place of slavery in the minds of the Jews?

How many of us could obey such ludicrous messages?

Modern artists reject sappy images of St. Joseph, choosing to capture a strong, loving man but supported by divine strength.   He was a man married to a beautiful girl, yet he remained celibate even though celibacy was not a virtue to the Jewish people

Salzillo: El sueño de José.

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The Empress and Her Guard

When I found a rose that knew her thorns,
I grew a garden rounder;
Thank her weedy floor.

No one liked to touch any part of her
Force she shimmered to shy,
Redness she murked and cried.

I hated her at first, and that was for certain
For roses were thorny and therefore broken.

Pieces rule the world, and she is its model
But then again, my theater’s in pieces yet made a prophet.

I became her guard because we are alike
And so I fink;
I still go to tinker.

“Empress” and “Praetor,” our “And dear” in titles–
I’ll root for this garden,
God, if good, please guard, then.