Iridescent Spirits

Shelter of a constantly changing Soul.


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The Panic Project #5 – Special: Meet Hugo

Talking about this  mysterious pal is one of the hardest,
Because Hugo is a character who could be understood the hardest.

He’s a simple guy, yet monstrous and disgusting.
He always appeares whenever I‘m not watching.

Despite his eldritch looks, he seems harmless,
I usually dismiss him, or I should say care more or less.

Though, he creeps ceaselessly into my mind,
Hiking on the mountains of my fantasy through day and night.

He howls, crawls, scratches and bites,
Not caring about the pain that reaches into heights,
Seeking for the sun throughout the endless skies.

These thirteen letters are my name,
Who is now the most hopeless, You or Me?

Next bit of TPP on 18th April 😉


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The Panic Project #4: The Doll House

The cool wind blows gently, flattering the dusty-white frills of my dress, but my fake skin cannot feel it. I am alive but there is no sound echoing in my chest. I can move my limbs, though everything is so big and far away, I cannot reach them no matter how hard I try. My breath gets quicker, though my lungs seemingly cannot get enough air in it. My chest hurts, though there is nothing in it. Only the unbearable weight of emptyness sits calmly on my shoulders. My bones would crack under it, though I can only feel the structure of a hand-made body relentlessly resisting any force.  

The whole world has become transparent and terrifyingly solid at the same time and I got lost in it. Like a huge cage, of which I cannot see or touch the cell bars.

Tears would roll down my delicate face but my shiny eyes remain as dry as a desert. When I try to speak my voice sounds like a far away whisper of a wandering stray ghost. I’m shouting but no one out there can hear me. I would run away but my short legs take me nowhere.

I am silent, sitting unmovingly with my emotionless face, deemed to ceaselessly wait for someone to take me with themselves. But who could be that someone? Who would want such a strange creature I have become?

This cannot be reality… Can it?

Next post on 4th April. Stay tuned!


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The Panic Project #2: Forbidden Game

Dolls are mysterious creatures. They are cute and utterly scary at the same time. Little girls usually befriend them. Pure white porcelain skin and shiny glass eyes with a constant smile. They are fragile, yet the touch of them is cold and hard. They are perfect and beautiful on the surface, yet they are nothing but empty on the inside. Though, they are simple objects, salves tied to invisible strings, used by others the way their puppet masters desire, while preserving the gentle expression on their faces, they are more than ready for a soul to imprison into them.

Their souls, if they have any, are hiding behind their their sweet faces. Looking them in the eyes raises several questions. Who they are really? What may they be thinking of? What story they would tell you if they could speak? Their existence is a mere mystery in itself. But what if they have their own wills, traits and personalities?

A single, seemingly accidental, stab in the chest and our heroine is dead. But has she really died?

Imagine waking up from the worst nightmare of your life. What would you do if you realised that your heart doesn’t beat anymore yet you were somehow still alive? If, all of a sudden, you were trapped in a body that seemingly does not function at all? Would you be scared?

Next post in the category will be published on 7 March. I’ll wait for you!


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The Panic Project: #1 The Beginning

Whenever it comes to writing I don’t like thinking of the story as it is based on my life, experience and so on. It makes me uninterested and binds my imagination. So, even though, the Panic Project is based on my story, at first sight there will be nothing about me in it. The looks and traits of the main character, the background and so on. It is also possible that I am not even the main character but somebody else. You will only be able to find me there if you learn to read between the lines.

The very first chapter of the book is already finished (or at least I wrote it 😛 ) which is about how this whole thing started. Unintentionally, seemingly coincidentally, and by outside effects as well. A bloody start where the darkness appears and endeavours the soul, chaning the life of the main character completely. For me, it is the place where I can let the darkness inside me seen by others without fear. And this is very uplifting. 😉

I don’t want to spoil the story, but I have to tell you one thing. The doll, in that quote will have an important part. Literally or in a figurative sense, you ask? It’s a secret. 😛

That would be all for today. I hope you got interested. 😉

Next post on 21st February. Stay tuned!

 


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Colour Four: Aquamarine – The Tale of the Tiny Monster

After she left the forest, the shiny light that surrounded everything dazzled her for a moment. She hadn’t seen such a sight in a long time. She was wandering around aimlessly, when she glimpsed at a stranger with a huge backpack.
For a moment, they stared at each other surprised. The woman the stared at the man, and the man started at the frightened woman. Then, not saying anything, the stranger shrugged and continued his journey. As the monster followed him with her eyes, she noticed tons of people wandering to the same direction as the traveller.

The monster decided to see what was happening there. At first, she found herself in a little town. Its name card announced; Royal Town. Busy people were buzzing around everywhere she looked, and the enticing smell of cakes and other different dishes filled the air, throughout the square.

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Where Did The Purple Pig Come From?

If you haven’t read the story itself, you can do it by clicking here.

I have been taught at university that every (art)work we create, let it be writing, music, painting, or sculpting or anything else, reflects our souls, deepest fears and desires even those, which we may not be aware of. Concerning this, I don’t intend to analyse the story this deeply as I think it is quite understandable. In this post, I would like to write about the inspiration and discoveries I made after I wrote Purple.

Today, in the age of technology where everyone has smartphones I’m sure most of you would recognise this game:

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(Yes, this game is Pou and again, yes it’s a pig with it.) Though, I’m not really keen on these modern gadgets, I have a smartphone but one of the dumbest ones (and I’m sure it hates me, really). So, whenever I had to wait for a longer time, e.g at the doctor or for the bus, I played this game and I thought it would be more interesting if they would finally reach a place on the other side of one of the hills. This is where the idea of villages came from. The other directions of the Crossroads appeared in my mind unintentionally, one after the other.

The pig itself, though it cannot be seen on the photo above, is purple, and that is the thing that makes the story fantasy or fairy tale. To be honest, I don’t know why I coloured it purple because actually, I don’t really like that colour. Or at least I didn’t, now I’m not sure. But for some reason, I stuck to the purple pig being the catalyst in the story and I had no idea why. Just imagine, if it was a horse for example, that would be no fantasy but a mere horror.

So, after I wrote the story, I made a little research and found that the colour purple actually represents enlightenment, power, ambition, also mystery, magic, independence and wisdom, and several similar stuff. While pigs, usually represent virility and fertility. So, I realised that is why it comes from Own Town where people are independent and magical and possess a great amount of knowledge and also that is why it always escapes, going on its own way. Thus, thinking about it more, I figured that the purple pig actually represents fate, that cannot be controlled (at least not easily) and sometimes hits us without any advance warning.

So basically, inspiration is a very mysterious thing, it usually comes from nowhere or strange situations (like in my case with this very uhm…lol game) and you can decide if you ignore it, or grab it and create something unique that comes from your very soul.