Let's Open the Cookie Jar

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it's basically the inside of sakinah's brain.
but mercifully edited, censored, and anaesthesised with a heavy dose of prozac.

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the game at the brink of lunacy

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There was a yellow child on a rock wearing nothing but a tattered white dress,
and a big smile that showed teeth.

The young man reached out
(with his hand? with his heart?)
under the tall trees bending under the sea breeze,
and wrapped his cloak around those tiny shoulders.

He noticed the burn marks that spread across that small back;
and he saw a pair of snapping jaws that ended just above the shoulder blade,
a malicious eye peeked out from the holes in the dress,
with claws that encircled around the neck promising death.

'That's quite a vicious pet you have on your back there.'
'His name is Daniel. I think he's cute.'

The stench of flesh rotting under the sun rose and fell with the coming of the tide,
and he tentatively peered over the cliff
to greet the sight of the wreckage by the rocky shore.

There was a caravan,
two sturdy work horses
a man,
two women,
and a girl-
all shells bearing pathetic resemblance to their former selves.

'Were you in that accident? Is that how you got Daniel?'
'No, I wasn't. The little girl was, though.'
'Was?What happened?'
'The horses went crazy. They charged full speed towards the cliff and went whoop straight down. But she fell out in between all that racket, and had a bit of a tumble by the tree there. She seemed to be very sad about being left behind. But it's alright now. I pushed her down so that she gets to be with her family again.'

The waves made a loud crash against the cliff,
but all he heard was the roar of blood as his heart hammered loudly in its ribcage,
and all warmth escaped his body.

The image of the little child before him flickered,
but he tried to focus on the mop of yellow hair,
large amber eyes with a curious gaze,
and a Daniel riding on that small back.

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Pardon me, but the thoughts in my head are in an incoherent state right now. It's like I have the bridge, but it's hanging in mid-air all by its lonesome self thinking, 'Well, aren't I a handsome bridge. But where do I start and where do I end?'

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Addicted to Nephew

He swung a leg over the wolf's side, and tightened his grip by pressing his knees into the wolf's ribs, leaving his hands free. The wolf reared its head in discomfort, sending ripples of movement across the framework he's sitting on, but the boy laughed and threw his arms out at the sky.

"Einmal, Tartarus," he said to the wolf, "Ich werde dem Kaiser der Welt werden."

The wolf began to move, maneuvering itself between trees and shrubs. It kept it's body low all the time, periodically sniffing at the air for the prey. The trees towered high above them, with branches mushrooming overhead that provide little shelter from ground animals. The wolf felt naked and exposed. Carrying a madman on its back didn't help much, either.

A twig snapped nearby, and the wolf stopped dead in its tracks as its ears pricked up trying to locate the source. Nothing moved except for leaves falling and grass bending in the breeze.

"Fisch ist lecker," murmured the boy absent-mindedly. The wolf growled for silence, and got only a smack on the head as a reply. "Ruhig sein, Tartarus!" he chided the wolf.

But they were both silenced when men in green appeared behind trees with bows and swords aimed at them. The wolf flicked a gaze behind, and saw three men inching closer to them. They were completely surrounded.

"Let go of the boy, Tartarus," said one of the men. "You've been kidnapping blonde children from around these parts, and killing them in your den. That boy has been entrusted to us by his guardian, and to hell with you if you think we're gonna let you go with him."

Kidnap? The wolf bared it's teeth and raised its hackles at the men. It has never kidnapped any human child.

"No? Then what do you call the meat you have on your back?"

The wolf felt the tug of fur as the boy shifted in his seating and slid down its side. The boy patted it on the side of its head, and murmured, "Sie sind Idioten, eh Tartarus?" and the wolf could not help but growl in agreement. This boy is nothing so ordinary as a human child. He is a madman, a master, its mother and father, the devil himself.

"Ich bin der Kaiser der Welt."

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Alissa said she might be continuing the SaYuKo Collab, a little project the three of us have been doing since Form 3. Or Form 2, I'm not sure. Now, I'm extremely out of touch with fantasy writing, so in order not to make an ass of myself in front a Journalist student and a student studying in UK, I thought it's best that I try and get myself back in shape.

Of course, provided we all can find the time in our busy schedules for SaYuKo and each other. Otherwise, the resurgence of SaYuKo will remain as an idea, a beautiful idea, but just an idea nonetheless.

Sorry for the bad German. And now my cat is scolding me.

She's cute when she's sleeping, but she screams a lot when she's awake.

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