Small Little Reflection in the Middle of the Night
Just something I wrote because it was one of those days where I felt uncreative.
Ugh. I haven't written in an über long time. I have so many stories I wanna write but not enough time and permissions.
So instead, I'll be reflecting on my life's recent turns. Because I have nothing else to write about in the middle of the night.
Lately, I've been confused about my religion. I can't really say I'm an atheist, because there could possibly be someone bigger out there, watching me and hoping the best in me and everyone else. For that I really want to get around to writing a story based around this, called The Polygon Playground. This story is basically simple: There is a creator out there of a small town, but its residents do not know this. (They basically have no religion.) The creator decides to try and reveal himself to one person and see what happens from there, and the results would probably be considered a sort of success. What happens next is up to me, but whether I even make this story is up to Zenuel to decide, as the title (and basically the entire freaking story) is a direct inspiration to his album of the same title.
Another thing I've noticed in my life is the amount of bullying I have suffered through. It's past me now, but I feel like no one can still understand me, even after telling the same old story countless times. Condor of the City will reflect this: The story is about a spanish horse in colonial Peru times who finds an indigenist that has been abused and beaten by the horse's own parents. Feeling sorry for him, he takes him and takes care of him, and later, they build a relationship bigger than just friends. When this happens, however, they must keep it a secret, as the consequences, if anyone finds about the forbidden romance, could be deadly.
Then I have those feelings that I am just a lazy ass funk-master that doesn't know what he really wants in life. I get a bunch of thoughts of failure clouded in my mind, but I shake them off quickly. Although I shouldn't think of it that often, I feel like there should be a way to release this. Memories from a Childhood Abandoned and Welcome to Perú-salem are going to be two "biographies" that should take care of this nicely. The first story would tell my crazy trip from Spain as a little kid to the United States and how the world felt like it turned against me. The second one is more directed to recent events: Just two years ago my mom and I flew to Peru, due to our (fake) visas expiring. What followed next was a showcase of past demons coming back to haunt me.
Finally, and I'm not sure if this is a decision worth making but whatever, I have recently changed my alias to Pacha Kamaq in a few places such as Jiggmin and Newgrounds. This was something that was born out of 'Dillo Hills 2. I made a new character under that name, and I decided to start fresh on some sites as such. The name comes from Incan myth, but my take on that myth and many others will be showcased in The Fantastic Creation of a World Unknown.
And while I'm with DH2, I suppose I can mention a new fanfic I'm writing for it, called Hill Masters. I'm still trying to work out the story and plot for it, so stay tuned for details, if you wish.
One last thing, because I'm such a romantic I might write a story called Of Kings and Centipedes, which centers on the forbidden relationship of a king and a peasant during medieval times.
Now, if you excuse me, I'm gonna get off the computer now.
Mom needs it. :/
~The Fire Tiger ~Pacha Kamaq
This story was written in one go on August 6, 2014 at around 9:45 PM EST.