The Man With Cat-Paw Gloves

The Man With Cat-Paw Gloves

He is a very strange man who can pull off a cat-like appearance very well on Tuesdays. On Thursday he is British, and longs to visit a clam buffet. He's very eccentric, and not that well-known except for the residents in his head.

Some say he's mental, others say he's colorful, but he doesn't really care because he does and doesn't exist, so the comments do and don't affect him. Sometimes when he fully exists, he gets sad, but he finds it all dandy since that sadness is alleviated later when he half-exists.

So far, only a few handle consider him wonderful. But that is because they too, are wonderful people.

The life of a 1/4 cat-man is quite difficult (his paws are gloves and the only thing cattish about him are his ears).

For She Hides in the Light

For She Hides in the Light

The mysterious woman surrounded by white aura did nothing to conceal the strange light emanating from her, and because of this, the denizens of Hell avoided her purity. They would hiss and shout strange curses in their demonic tongue, and some even had the gall to attack her outright with tendrils of dark shadows. Yet, all the demons could do nothing but watch in ambivalence as she simply ignored their assaults and strange insults.

"Through Cerberus Street and wait at Souls Plaza below the lantern tree." The man's voice, so softly spoken and devoid of emotion echoed in her mind. She repeated the simple phrase multiple times in her head, fearful that somehow, the demons of Hell would warp the phrase into something else. 

She wasn't afraid of them, of course. She was a neutral being simply borrowing Angel's Light for the time being. Neutral beings were frowned upon in both Heaven and Hell, since to the Angels and Demons, it was either good or evil.

She discarded her musings as she reached the open plaza cloaked in a heavy green fog, the lantern tree in the middle dimly illuminating the area with eerie orange lights. The buildings seemed suspiciously devoid of life, but as she squinted she could make faint shadows watching her from behind counter tops and demonic shoe stores. Could this really be counted as a plaza though? Instead of normal cobblestone, the entire surface fresh dirt with scattered gravestones.

A man half-naked with scars and something oozing out of his body approached the unnamed woman quietly waiting under the lantern tree, mumbling a continuous phrase of "no place like home, no place like home, no place like home..." he passed her harmlessly, but one of his eyes watched her for a second.

"The creatures of this place...certainly are odd." The woman mused. "He better be here soon..."

She would wait until her damned lover would appear, regardless.

Pretending to Sleep

Pretending to Sleep

She never sleeps, from what they are told. Never a nap in the afternoon nor forty wink of shut-eye for five minutes. Nobody knows how she does it, but there are rumors that the Sleep Fairy took away her ability to slumber. These days, she only pretends to sleep, so that her friends and family will not worry. What she really does, when everyone else in the house is unconscious, is play video games and study nonsensical things.

She has all the time in the world now, 24-hours, really.

Whenever she pretends to sleep, she always keeps the right eye open and the left eye closed. She blinks slowly as she pretends-sleep, secretly listening in on conversations about her and her eternal insomnia. But she never complains about the lack of sleep. In fact, she says she is ecstatic. She has infinite energy, can run around at night (she could never do that, she'd be asleep), and can late-cram study for a test the following days. 

Her all-nighters are amazing.  

There is one thing she regrets though. Something she misses terribly. She can never dream.

(But on the bright side, she can daydream, but it's not really the same.)

Near the Lake, Is a Muse.

Painting by AK

Near the Lake, Is a Muse

There is a muse near the unnamed lake. Nobody knows for certain, however. They just assume so because of the creative ideas they obtain just by being there. Regardless, most have named her Mimsy, even though her true name is something indistinguishable to mortals.

There is one particular mortal who she likes, always making sure that he receives his daily dose of muses. But only because that he depicts her the way she is, and not the way that others do, overly changing her structure, drawing her in a conflict between a dragon and an ogre.

Ironically, she is friends with a dragon and ogre. 

The Well-Dressed Girl Inside the Virtual World

The Well-Dressed Girl Inside the Virtual World

The anti-virus soldier sighed in relief. The virus war was finally over, with his life intact and capital city of Core unharmed. Everywhere he looked, the people reveled in fractal fireworks and virtual eateries, cheers and loud shouts heard all around.

But there was one girl who caught his eye, dressed in layers of black fabric tipped with greens at the ends, and a large purple ribbon hanging at her side. She held a nonchalant face, possibly disappointment. He was reminded of the ocean for some reason.

Behind an alley she disappeared, and his curiosity prompted him to follow. 

"Don't move." The sound of two swords made him pause his footsteps.

He gulped. How had he failed to notice it was a trap?

"Who are you?" She asked, silver sword at the nape of his neck. 

"I was...um..." he awkwardly paused, "enraptured by your beauty?"

Which was true. A silence followed, broken only by the revelries outside the alley. The next response was something he didn't expect: a giggle.

"Thanks. Let's meet again sometime." The two swords disappeared in bits of fragmented data.

"S-sure! My name is-"

But by the time he turned around, she was already gone.

The Simple Drawing Containing Many Memories

The Simple Drawing Containing Many Memories

I once visited Wonderland. It was an amazing place with white rabbits and strange hatters. I talked with the Queen of Hearts and the Red Queen, who weren't at all evil. The White Queen had a fragile complexion, and the kings were off in some grandiloquent journey. 

I've met many people down the rabbit hole.

But as all good journeys, it too ended. I am now 20. 

I think about my adventures there, and how I wish I could have stayed. But reality and fantasy tend to be at conflicts with one another, so in the end I had to leave. After a tearful goodbye and one last tea party, I asked the Cheshire Cat to draw the way I looked in Wonderland. It was spot on.

It was a simple drawing (since he had paws and all, but it was quite good). Nothing special except for who drew it and the meanings behind it that only I know. But it also contained a very important something.

All the memories I had there.

I can't access Wonderland anymore, for that is where only children and their reveries reside. At heart, I still am a child, but I know that to go back would hinder my growing up process.

...

I have to wonder if Alice looked like Alice in Wonderland, or if she was some sort of marmoreal version of herself.

I hope the residents are all well. I think of them daily.

The Winter Fairy Suspiciously Living in the Dark Woods

Painting by AK

The Winter Fairy Suspiciously Living in the Dark Woods

The woods behind Granny Smith's home was unusually dark to be called Autumn Leaf Woods ( the trees were dead and lacked life), but people report that nothing really "dark" happens in the woods. They compare as a little brother to the Enchanted Forest behind Grandfather Fuji's home.

But unlike the Enchanted Forest, with its beautiful crisp leaves and littered autumn leaf paths, the Dark Woods was inundated with magical creatures. But they were common magical creatures, so there were no dragons or Minotaurs.

There was, however, a suspicious Winter Fairy that lived in a dead oak tree in the center of the woods. Apparently, she appointed herself the name Jane, and that her being there was something only she could know. But I heard rumors of love, and that she left her snow-capped mountains for a lonely Spring Fairy named Faolan (he appointed himself that name too).

They had such strange names that didn't fit their complexions.

I hope they find each other one day.