Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Little Murder...

The stealthy steps of the perpetrator trod over the loose gravel of the garden path making a sinister, almost imperceptible, noise.

The Moon looked down and could see her light reflected by the ominous Scissors in the gloved hand, and scared hid her face behind a dense cloud.

The path led the obscure evil to its target and there was a moment of silence, then...


The horrendous sound ended, and in seconds the target, separated from its stem, rested on the gloved hand.

Leaving the bush to mourn its loss, the criminal walked into the shadows holding a glorious American Beauty to scent the life of who killed it.

The music is a fragment of "The Last Waltz" by Paul Mauriat and his Orchestra.

© 2015 Od Liam.

Sunday, 8 February 2015

Strike! -Or a little, childish extravaganza-

Dum-Dum, the imp who worked as doorman closed the gate with a slam, missing just for a mite to catch and rip the glorious train of the dress of Day going out to a earned rest till next dawn.

After walking two steps away, Dum-Dum, remembered he had not locked the gate and got back, gave two whole turns to the old key, mumbling, which was not odd for him, who was always mumbling. We do not know what he mumbled, but most of us suspect he just tried to look threatening, as if he were casting a spell.

After a few moments, while Sky seemed undecided what to do, the imp wobbled toward the other gate and unlocking it opened the gap widely, letting Night introduce her first tendrils and making Sky decide to cover itself with a dense indigo colour.

The mechanical Cuckoo appeared at the door of the old clock, telling the working sprites they were on time, as it was the right thing to do.

Meanwhile, Night has covered Sky completely, and Litty, the Lit, the small fairy flew up towards the old lamps scattered around the cloak of Night lighting the lanterns called Stars.

Cuckoo opened the clock door again, and sang forlornly, as is usual of him, giving cue to the next step.

Next step?

Everybody looked up...

Where is Moon? She should have already climbed a third of the circuit, but she was nowhere to be seen!

Bossy, the Boss, foreman of sprites consulted his chart and said in surprise:

"Moon is in Crescent Gibbous, it should be plainly seen hanging of her thread!"

Everybody was fretting around, what happened? This was not natural.

Maybe, Witchy, the Witch was playing some of her tricks ruining the order and neatness of things.

Then again, she would not dare to do it. Oberon would break her wand, if she would!

What happened? Bossy tried to think coherently, then he remembered that Moon was put on Sky by Cicly, the Bike, and went to see him.

Bossy found Cicly sitting on his easy chair, eating a banana, while Moon was on her hook, ready to be cycled into Sky.

"Himmel in Hölle, Cicly! What are you doing mooning away like this! You are late, this night bats will be lost in a moonless sky, and most of the world will think Sky will fall on their heads!"

"Bats do not need Moon to fly, Bossy, and it would be a great thing if Sky falls on the head of those stubborn citizens", Cicly answered spittting banana bits with each word. This sprite never showed manners!

"But, but!", the German accent made Cicly to misunderstand Bossy.

"I told you bats are all right with their echo-guiding system". Replied Cicly between two big yawns! I told you he was very rude.

"No, no", Bossy was getting very angry, "I mean you must cycle Moon towards its place before you get us all into trouble."

"Not a chance", Cicly was adamant. "I am fed up with this bike business, I won't climb on it anymore!"

"But, but", Bossy repeated himself.

"I told you, Bossy, bats..."

"Shut up, you, you, you...", Bossy swallowed several times, waited until the purple on his face went back to normal colour, and added:

"You were created for that function, even you are called Cicly, the Bike, honoring the job. Don't you understand it?"

"I do not care, Bossy", Cicly put a bored expression on his face, "Right now I am on strike!"

"What do you want to strike to, and why?" Bossy looked confused.

"Stop being the alien, you German sprite!" Cicly sounded insultingly bored.

"Not strike as hit", he added, "strike as not working when you belong to a Union, see?"

"Union? What's a Union. You do not belong to any Union, Cicly, there are not Unions in Fairyland". Now Bossy looked as if he were talking to an Orc, confused and lost!

"I just created it", Cicly was enjoying this chat!

"Stop talking nonsense, and climb on that bike, you piece of useless rag" I am not sure Bossy was using a German insult, but it made no sense.

"Never sawn a hospital", Cicly was creating sentences without meaning that would confuse Bossy more and more.

"Darn it, Cicly, go and climb on that bike, or... or...", again Bossy was lacking words.

This was the first time a sprite disobeyed a direct order from Bossy, so he didn't know how to follow the "or" word!

"Or what!" was the logical answer of the rebel imp.

"Yes, or what!", said Bossy very much confused, thinking Cicly was helping him with the language!

"Ha, ha", laughed Cicly, "you are funny!" "Now, this Moon will never go up Sky unless you accept my demands!"

"Your demands? What do you mean, demands?" The chat was not going by normal paths for Bossy.

"My demands, Bossy, «what I want!»" Cicly was enjoying this situation.

"What you want? And what, what do you want?" Bossy faltered.

"I want three things:" Cicly started showing his fingers:

1) "Find other dummy to pedal that stupid bike up into Sky!"

2) "Take me for a trip around the world, I want to see new places"

3) "Find me a job with Santa on the North Pole"

This was the first time in his zillion years of life Bossy found himself into a quagmire. He didn't know what to do.

It was then that Night came in to help him.

"Now", said Night talking slowly and batting her long eyelashes, "now, let me understand your position clearly, Cicly".

"Have you been reading some smuggled human book, lately, sqklrty?". Asked Night.

(I assume you remember that «sqklrty» means «my preferred pet» or something similar, it seems to be a very much used word when you speak somewhat condescending, or patronizing another fairy.)

Cicly face was a brilliant red colour, and he had some difficulty to speak:

"Well, errr, I, errr, yes I found some few pages flying in the Speaking Forest, and then I was talking with an old birch about the Rights of the Workers. The tree told me about some things that were not known when we inherited Galwrst, eerrr, I mean, Fairyland, but are in force now in the human world.

"Humm...", Night nodded wisely, while trying, unsuccessfully, to hide a smile behind a little star. "I thought something like that was the source of this situation".

"I will explain these things to you", Night's countenance was very serious, and grave, "so be quiet, and listen carefully because it is very important for you to understand!"

Cicly sat on the ground and looked up at Night trying to look like a very composed imp.

"As time passed in the human world", Night started, "thing were from bad to worse, and people fought one another, so some of them thought it was a good idea to get together so they could be stronger, these groups were called «Unions», and in a way they were successful."

"While this action was indispensable in the human world", Night went on, "it was absolutely unnecessary here, since we are very reasonable people, and we help each other to be happy, just the opposite as it happens in the world of humans".

"So, your strike is a nonsense here, you have nobody trying to take anything from you, nor wanting to harm you in any way" Night spoke slowly and Cicly was following each word attentively.

"About your «demands»", Night kept pressing "it is a bigger nonsense yet, if that is possible. Let's see one by one separately:"

1) "Find other dummy to pedal that stupid bike up into Sky!"

   "In Galwrth there is only one goblin who can get Moon up hanging from Sky, and he must be created from the krwmton flower gathered under the Moon Stwtrs Season and mixed with strong yellow mead: That is YOU. So, there is no other «dummy to pedal that stupid bike up into the sky» but YOU!"

2) "Take me for a trip around the world, I want to see new places"

   "You cannot leave Galwrth unless King Oberon, or Queen Titania authorized you «to live»" into a human mind. You know you have not that kind of authorization so you cannot take a trip to visit the world."

3) "Find me a job with Santa on the North Pole"

   "Again, you are a goblin, not an elf, so you cannot work for Santa because it goes against the rules and you know how rigid is he when we speak about rules."

"Am I clear enough, sqklrty?" Night seemed very solicitous in her question.

"Yes, ma'am", Cicly sounded subdued and submissive.

"Fine", now there was an edge of command in her voice, "then, stop all this nonsense and go to fulfill your duty accordingly!"

"Yes, ma'am", Cicly got on his feet and walked toward the bike obediently.

He was nearing the place to get on the bike when he looked at Moon, he thought she was smiling to him and winking as in connivance, but when he looked again Moon had the two eyes closed and was waiting patiently to be raised to Sky.

Cicly mounted his bike and started his trip into Sky to leave Moon at her place, everything seemed to be on the normal way again, only some scientists in the world are still trying to explain scientifically why that particular day the moon seemed to be late in starting its path through the sky.

The music is Beethoven's "Sonata No.14 Moonlight" piano solo by Daniel Barenboim.

© 2015 Od Liam.

Saturday, 17 January 2015

Winter... & Love?

 It was January...

I was a bit surprised by the cold, then I remembered I was back home.

Too many years away made me forget the way the climate worked. I was used to hot Decembers, and hotter Januaries.

Now, looking out from the window of my room in the fifth floor of the clinic I could see a barren landscape or a snow covered garden which did not help to raise my spirit.

On the verge of giving up to melancholy I heard a small noise behind me, I looked back, but there was nobody in the room, so I realized all the sound was coming from inside me.

When I started walking into my mind I could heard the first scores of  L'hiver by Vivaldi and I understood immediately what was going on:

Elf has been "seeing" the starting of my sadness and reacting as he always does:


Listening to the great Vivaldi's opus you may think it would fill your soul with despondency since it "speaks" about a white and uninhabited wilderness, and maybe it is so, but my sprite knows me better than I do myself and the music brought such a great joy to my mind that the image in the window resorted towards a beautiful land full of white Fairies and Fantastic Creatures, changing my mood following the Magic of my personal «duende».

As I followed the strong muscle of winter made music by the Red Monk, I found a curled pointed green velvet shoe in the middle of the hall, being curious I just followed some steps more, and after a bend of the hall I found the other green velvet shoe. What was happening? How come there are things occurring in my mind that I am not aware of?

Then as a second thought, I let myself readjust my views and reckoned Elf existence which could explain everything, anyway, accepting this made me no less curious, trying to guess what was the sprite doing, and why.

I realized I was nearing the west wall of my mind so I tiptoed following the sound of barefoot steps just perceptible but not seeing anything since those places near the end of my mind are usually dark.

In a moment there was a bright little point on the wall, so I hid quickly behind the nearest archive while the little point opened into a window showing a beautiful landscape. It was then that I remembered Elf coming back from a similar place and greatly disturbed when he realized I had discovered his way in, and out, Galwrth.

He was so worried that last time that I wrote the event in my tale «Triskaidekaphobic», and promised him to keep his secret forever.

Now, I tried to walk away to keep my promise, but could not move from my hiding place. My "snoopiness" had me nailed to the floor. The desire to know what was Elf going to do, kept me as a strong hand grabbing my throat.

Besides, my guilty thoughts tried to make me remember that nothing happened last time, so why it would be different, now! Oh, well, all of you know how a guilty conscience try to justify its actions!

I could see Elf climbing through the window barefoot, with his feet being sheathed in long red and green banded stocking.

I followed him looking through the window: he walked stealthily around a singing tree, remember? those trees you can listen with your eyes (well, I cannot explain it, but that is how you "see" the song it sang).

The little window resembled a movie camera following Elf through the field, he only stop a bit to stoop down and get a nosegay of violets and then proceed to walk around another tree where, in a small multicoloured bank sat... Elkad!

Do you remember? the foul-mouthed Elkad from the same tale I mentioned above?.

Now, she looked so beautiful as a fairy... well, she IS a fairy.

When she felt the presence of Elf I do not know, but presently she lifted her eyes and I could feel she was shrewt at him so intensely that I, too, felt my world became emerald and a cozy warm winged in my chest.

If you think I was feeling strange, you should have seen Elf, he was a foot above the earth and trembled as a little leaf in an intense breeze.

I thought he was going to faint, but it was not so, letting his feet to rest on a big stone he seemed to gain strength from Earth (or whatever he was standing on), and I understood why he had left his shoes in my mind.

Then with a great effort he offered Elkad the nosegay and said very softly:

"Fjlkit darwert, Elkad" ( Well, it sounded like that).

Elkad, changed markedly into a bashful little flower but the strength of her shrewt did not decreased, even when her face took the shade of her hair! (A furious red colour)

The whole world looked wrapped into a red-emerald glow, even Elf seemed a beautiful creature (I know it is impossible, but that is how I saw him in that instant).

Elkad approached Elf and took him by the hand, I thought his cap was dancing a merry-go-round caper as he was moving along her without touching the ground.

They moved down the gravel path into the singing forest, this time the window-camera stayed quiet as if it was politely honouring privacy.

Then, while I followed the pair with avid eyes, the window started to close into the small point of light and disappeared in the gloom of my mind.

At this moment I felt disappointed, why was I left out of all this? Ain't I Elf's chum? shouldn't I be part of his life, as he is of mine?Just in case all these sharing thoughts were only a crazy idea of mine, I left the shoes where I found them.

Then rationality took control, and I understood there are things which must be kept private, I almost sensed that Elf had let the window open until the last moment to share with me his... happiness? Well, I do not know, because I do not understand Fairies ways, but, well, I was disappointed anyway!!!

Shame on me!

The music is a fragment of "L'hiver" (The Winter) composed by Antonio Vivaldi, performed by the London Symphony Orchestra led by Valery Gergiev.

© 2015 Od Liam.

Thursday, 15 January 2015

The Squirrel

It was a glorious morning.

I could not finish my breakfast, and pestered the nurse to push my wheelchair to the garden.

When I was comfortable sitting under the big oak in the southwest corner of the garden, I opened my book and prepared to start to read.

Just then a small red squirrel came down from the tree and hiding an acorn under the blanket on my legs, looked at me and said:

"Please, keep my lunch for me, it won't be more than an hour"

"How come!" I answered between astounded and bemused. "Squirrels do not speak, lest of all in English"!

"You are right!" the little thing said, adding while it mounted on my knees, "but it happens I am a very beautiful princess who had the misfortune to incur in the wrath of a powerful sorcerer, doubting his power, and he decided to turn me into a squirrel until a fairy accept to dinner with me and eat this acorn I hid in your blanket".

"Oh, Oh", I said "maybe I can help", and closing my eyes I went into my mind looking for Elf.

I found him under a pompous sentence exhaled by some obscure philosopher and anchored in my mind who knows why. He was trying to avoid being found, but I could see part of his rump coming out between an adverb and a verb.

"What's the matter, imp". I addressed him. "Why are you trying to keep away from me?"

"Don't call me «imp»!" He was trying to deviate the conversation, but I didn't let him.

"Stop procrastinating" I used this word on purpose to impress the goblin, but I should know I can impress a wasp easier then my elf!

"Why are you trying to avoid to help a lady in distress?"

"Lady in distress, my foot! Are you so naive as to swallow that deception?"

"Explain yourself", I was reaching that dangerous area where I start to lose my contact with Elf, and stop understanding his words and allusions.

"Now look, my pet!!" he lilted pointedly and looking at me searching for reactions, which he got easily.

"Don't call me «my pet», you abnormal midget", the words have not been out of my mouth that I was regretting my rage.

On the other hand, Elf was happy with the result of his insult.

"You call me «imp» in the first time!", he said smiling, and trying to hide the smile turning around, but he forgot the glass door where his figure reflexes clearly.

"I did not mean it as an insult!" I lied through my teeth!!

"Ha, ha" was Elf answer, "as if I do not know you since your birth!"

"OK, OK", I know when I lose a skirmish, which is, always! "OK, but do not digress, why you doubt our squirrel being a lady in distress?"

"Because she is the daughter of Sorcerer Urdomar, who was expelled from Galwrst because his bad habits." Elf seemed happy to disclose this news.

I asked, making a failing effort to hide my curiosity: "What habits?"

"Oh, I cannot reveal that information, it is classified" Elf was very happy of seeing how easily I fell in his trap of making me desire to know something and refusing to tell me! He is a very devious sprite, I can tell you!

"How do you know she is the daughter of Urdomar"? I asked.

"How do you know your nose is yours?" He retorted sarcastically, avoiding to answer my question.

"All right", I gave up, "what wrong has she done being the involuntary daughter of a rascal?"

"She is not an «involuntary daughter», as you call her so poetically. Except for Fairies, all others being born in Galwrst has the opportunity to choose their parents when their tales and fables begin!"

"To choose their parents?! What are you saying?!" "You are an unborn being until your parents conceive you. Unborn, you hear? How can you make any choosing if you do not exist yet!"

Elf searched in all his pockets making a big demonstration of thoroughness until he extracted from an inner pouch of his green tunic a small spoon, and offered it to me.

"What is this?" I asked confused.

"It is a spoon, you moron!" Elf was enjoying the situation.

"Don't call me moron, you oaf!!" I cried. "I know it is a spoon, I am asking you what do you mean giving it to me!"

"Oh, I thought it was evident". Elf was smirking with all his face, I felt the need to kick his gums!

"Now, look", I was mad beyond reason, "I will carve your skull with this spoon!" And threw the utensil at his right eye! But Elf is a fast goblin and was sitting on the Archive of Obsolete Ideas long before the spoon left my hand!

"I reckon you have not an iota of humor in your system", the sprite said this words with fruition.

"Oh yeah?", I was still angry, more because I didn't understand the bizarre sense of humor of Elf than because his actions.

"So, where was the humor in offering me a spoon?!" I was curious despite myself.

"Man that was clear as an icicle!", he seemed surprised I didn't understand his prank: "With it, you can stir the rice pudding you have between your ears and understand better what I am telling you!"

I was already seeing red, and ready to jump over the midget, even if I knew I was not going to get near him, fast as he is, but he raised his hand and said with a disarming smile:

"Sorry, sorry, pal! Promise not to joke again, remember I have a tale to tell you about the bad sorcerer and his  daughter, and as you see they both already exist, before I tell you who their parents are, so they can choose anyone they want, of course, in that case we will have a different story for each new selection of ancestors! Do you understand, now?

The interest about the story stopped me to keep arguing, and looking to the small squirrel still sitting on my legs (all this I wrote seems long, but it was developing at mind speed, so all the things that happened have taken less than a few seconds) I got back my attention to Elf and I waited for his tale.

"Once upon a time", the goblin started out of the blue, he cannot control his zany thoughts!

"Oh no!" I cried, "do not start it like that!"

"OK, OK!", he seemed to think a bit and went on:

"A time upon a once", shoot the unrepentant imp, and quickly added, as if trying to stop me to interrupt him again, "after the ugly events occurred during the eviction of humankind from Galwrst, we lived a beautiful and peaceful life under the rule of King Oberon and Queen Titania, but unfortunately, the last tremors left by the human trek towards East of Galwrst brought some evil circumstances to take place while we were unaware of those facts."

"Hidden between the roots of Yggdrasil (the old Tree of Life), one of the trunks that should have been deported with the rest of the evil plants to Niflheim (The Northern Darkness by Horror Realm), and was forgotten by the Dusky Harbingers, the officials in charge to clear up the mess in what was  left of Galwrth, despite it has been clearly marked), between its roots, I wrote, there was a last Egg of the dragon Níohöggr, who was also the father of the devious snake who misguided poor Meve to bite the fateful apple, or whatever."

"Meve?" I could not help myself. "Who's Meve?"

"Himmel und Wetter!" Wrongly quoted the goblin for Himmeldonnerwetter! And added as if more swearing was needed: "By the bifid tongue of the fourth head of the Lernaean Hydre! Can't you try and use your rice pudding to think a little bit?" This seemed to calm him, so he added slowly as if talking to a small child:"

"Meve was the second wife of Mada, when Lilith decided to leave Galwrst because she felt she was not considered as important as Mada, Meve was then created so as not to leave Mada alone!"

"Is that clear, now?" Elf said this putting his mind-nose against mine.

The urchin could not stop himself from raising his voice more than necessary.

"Yes!" I said, but it was not clear at all. The problem was that if I would have said «No», Elf would have been sidetracked starting another story and I would be so confused as to lose the thread about Urdomar and the squirrel, so I decided to wait and ask Elf about, eeehh... Mada and Meve in other occasion.

"OK, then, I was telling you that there was an Egg hidden under the roots of Yggdrasil, from this Egg, hatched Urdomar, the wicked sorcerer, first as an disgusting snake, then taking the shape of a magnificent Magician clad in a blue robe and depicting a venerable old face that hid all the evil nestled in his soul."

"As soon as Urdomar realized he went unnoticed, his brain started to cook up a perverted plot to kill the King and the Queen, and destroy Galwrst."
"Urdomar was careful to keep a low profile in the roots of Yggdrasil, and started to concoct a new breed of a vicious big tree which he named Wild Oak, full of an evil sap that concentrated in the acorns and had the power to induce heinous behaviour in those unfortunate fairy beings who smell, eat, touch, or come in contact, in any form, with those fruits."

"All those maleficent properties could only affect Fairies, not humans, since the latter had been already corrupted by that apple or something of the kind."

"With the acorn-weapon ready, Urdomar only needed an innocent way to introduce them into Galwrst and produce havoc in all the place. When everything were distorted and corrupted, using his power to control extreme moral wickedness, he would became the Ruler and Owner of Galwrst, and from there, through the mighty forces the Wonder World have with its fables, stories, and tales, using the now ugly dwellers, transform all the Universe into the Original Chaos!"

If you didn't realize yet of the fact that Elf has taken all my attention and interest with his story, I am telling you now, HE HAS!!

"Stealthily leaving his lair under Yggdrasil roots, and adopting the figure of a benevolent old man, he started to look for somebody ready to help him in his plot."

"It was not an easy task, Galwrth has no inhabitant with enough evil to follow our ugly Sorcerer, and after a long time without success, he decided to leave Galwrst and look for help between the dwellers of the plains at the East of Galwrst, but then again, the place was full of people devising their own bad actions, and nobody was ready to help him, since he looked as an old crazy man who thought that Fairies existed."

"Finally when he was in despair, and doubting his plan could reach any success, he found, under a heap of snow an almost death creature. It was a little red squirrel that winter had mistreated badly. He took her to his hut, made her comfortable and fed it. In time the little animal gained strength and was in good health."

"Taking advantage of the innocence in the squirrel, Urdomar convinced the little being in accepting the job to carry the acorns from Yggdrasil roots to the Wotdras House (the meeting place where, in a few days, Gwitnd Drwosten or the Flowers Seasons would be celebrated), it would pass as a token from Mkdwpls, the White Witch, to the Fairies."

"In exchange for this service Squirrel would be turned into a human being, daughter of Urdomar and heir of his power. Of course, Urdomar did not say what all that meant and if there was any truth in all those promises." 

"This is how Squirrel became the voluntary daughter of Urdomar and slowly was being infected by his evilness."

"In time for the Flowers Seasons, the two conspirators got back to Galwrst, it was a difficult operation since Squirrel was using some «real» cells, in her body yet, and as anybody knows, no one can get into Fairyland donned with that filthy, and decayed raiment."

It was so long that Elf was talking alone that I felt the need to answer his statement, so I said:

"No, I didn't know that"

"I know you didn't know, you cad! It was just a rhetoric question!" After shouting, Elf seemed feeling better.

"Well, as soon as Squirrel could walk on Galwrst, she and the sorcerer started to carry the acorns to the Wotdras House and decorate windows and doors with them"
"When the work was done Urdomar and Squirrel sat hiding under a big fern near the door to see the spectacle."

I was so gripped by the story that could not stop to ask:

"What happened?"

"Hushhhh" answered Elf, "you destroy the suspense."

"I do not know if you are aware how things were created in the Universe". Elf went on with almost not change in his voice.

"Most things were created", he added, "as the consequence of an action which following the old order of equivalence produced a reaction that in turn gave the needed elan or need for the emergence of the thing created."

"Is that clear?" Asked the gnome with an innocent look in his face.

"I..." I was torn between believing the innocent look of Elf, and the urge to make a sailor knot with his neck!

"Now, you were telling me the story of Urdomar and the Squirrel! What in the name of all types of sociopath fairies that there are in the Universe, has this «creation digression»" to do with the tale?!"

"As a preface to your extemporaneous question", Elf spoke soberly, "I must tell you that there are no sociopaths, psychopath, or any other misfits created by humankind between our ranks in Galwrth. All us, in Fairyland, are perfectly normal, even witches, orcs, or any other supposedly evil creatures, and not in the sense you human beings give to the word «normal». Also, if you tried to think, instead of having a tantrum each time you are not satisfied with the development of things, you'd get the whole reason of everything in the world."

He was speaking reasonably, so I was bound to listen in silence. Although making a great effort to stop the tirade of ideas, and words that I got gathered in my throat.

"This point cleared", followed the sprite, "I am still asking you if you have understood how an action create a reaction in a different direction"

Fearing to open my mouth, and let the waterfall of words flood my mind, I just nodded twice.

"Very well", the imp looked satisfied, "now, this is what happened in our story!"

"When Meve bit the apple or whatever fruit she bit, produced, with that action, a reaction that cancelled all evil, true evil in Galwrth, and only left some curious stimulus needed to keep the stories born in Fairyland full of adventures and mysteries"
"So it was, that at the moment Queen Titania, and King Oberon crossed the threshold of the Gate into the Wotdras House, all the evil instilled into the acorn reverted toward a song of peace, and the acorns, following the predicted reaction transformed themselves into beautiful golden bells tolling a new noel."

"While these things were happening in Wotdras House, the few acorn left hidden in Yggdrasil roots started to change into golden bells and the tree began to decay and rot very quickly, so it, with the Wild Oak created by Urdomar were sent to Niflheim (The Northern Darkness by Horror Realm) where they belonged, as a swift magic reaction."

"At the same time", Elf seemed oblivious of his environment, with a look of  holiness giving a new light to his face. "At the same time, Urdomar was bathed in a dark shadow, marking him as the maker of a clear malevolence".

"While the fairies danced around the two rascals to see them better, Puck, the court jester, following a signal of King Oberon knitted a close spiderweb around both villains, who could not move in any way."

"The royal dyad had a small conference and then King Oberon addressed to Urdomar:"

"You, maleficent creature, who took advantage of all the good in Galwrth to destroy it, must be treated in kind".

"You cannot be exiled to the East of Galwrth since there is a major Evil over there and then it won't be a punishment. Neither can you stay in Fairyland since your evil is too big, so there is only a course of events we, the Queen and I, agree as fair to your behaviour".

"From now on you will be imprisoned into a Magic Mirror in Asgard until Loki started the Götterdämmerung, that is, The Twilight of the Gods, then you will be released to fight along with Loki in the Ragnarök, the last battle before the End of the World.  

Your Fate, as those of all the Nordic Gods and Goddesses will be decided at that moment."

Then looking at the squirrel Oberon pronounced:

"You, little rogue, have not enough evil in yourself to follow your master, so you will be sent to the East of Galwrth trying to make all the fairies you find there to eat your acorn, but with not success, so, you will learn a lesson on useless bad activities".

"This verdict is effective as of now". As soon as King Oberon said the last word, Urdomar was seen entering the Magic Mirror and stay in there as a reflection of nothing, and the squirrel disappeared from sight.

The Royal Pair ordered to start the celebrations and everybody had a very good time.
"So you see", Elf went on with a sigh, "the squirrel you have on your knee is no other than the rascal daughter of Urdomar trying to give her acorn to me"

"She wont be successful, as the sentence states". Elf was amused, and added:

"Look at the acorn she hid under the blanket on your legs"

I raised the blanket and before my amazed eyes I could see a Golden Little Bell tolling a noel never heard before.

 The music is Rachmaninov's Paganini Rhapsody, performed by the London Symphony Orchestra led by Claudio Abbado, and Stephen Hough as solist in piano.

© 2015 Od Liam.

Thursday, 3 July 2014

Correcting the Big Bang

Everlastingland  was on its head.

For the first time in aeons, even if aeons was not an understood word in the kingdom since, as we all know, there is no time to measure them, or any other thing, because the time arrow had curved into itself and do not proceed into eternity.

Now, I must make a digression here to explain, not too clearly of course, since we do not know the right explanations, all this oxymoron:

As I wrote above, there was not the feeling of running time in Everlastingland, this place cannot be contemplated from outside since there is not outside from it, nevertheless, the inhabitants on its grounds live into a general globule that let them be eternally in the same spot of time together with the development of events as a flowing sense. This may sound crazy, but I can tell you all that stranger things can be found in the Universe, and we cannot explain any of them except from acknowledging their existence.

Coming back to our story: grapevine had spread the news that there was a special visitor to come into the realm, it was rumoured this person was carrying news of wonderful events to be displayed on the face of reality. 

The Royal Family
The Royal Family had all the Castle refurbished and covered with banners and flags, and decreed a Festival to honour such important guest.

All people was holding a mental meeting, that is, they were mentally connected with each other and "attending" the meeting if not physically, with their "core", or maybe you will visualize better if I say: "their immaterial self".

They were, including the Royal Family, in an state of awe waiting when in the middle of the big hall there was a spot of light and without warning a majestic figure materialized from thin air.

The Sorcerer
Everybody, including the Royal Family, fell on their knees looking in veneration to the apparition.

The mixture of mist and haze dissipated, and the figure of Sorcerer Malung could be seen, the most important Sage of the country who had spent his life studying the way that the time loop could be opened.

He was slowly spinning on his feet when he said, addressing to no one in particular and to everybody at the same time:

"Some events ago, and following my guide, Her Small Highness Dharma, with the unsuspecting help of her nanny Ubby, created a special space-time, which, by the normal development of physic was condemned to disappear because each particle has an anti-particle created at the same time, and when all of them combined, they dissolved into a big eruption of energy."

"It was not my intention to let this happen,"
-he was still rotating but in this moment he stopped and addressed directly to His Majesty the King, said, "-I was not in possession of all the mysterious laws of creation, but now I know how to restrain the disappearance of that new environment."

"After I leave here, you will send your best scientist to this coordinates I am leaving with you, and will give him the precise instructions written in this paper for him to perform." The Sorcerer made a pass with his hand and a glowing box appeared at the foot of the throne.

Glowing Box
"Be sure the man you sent understands clearly that he will approach a big release of energy, just a thousandth of second after it exploded, that is, it will be as if he is in the exact moment the explosion started, so be sure he is using the protective suit in the box with these instructions, and as soon as he is there he must take into the empty box you received one-sixth of anti-particles, and leave the place quickly."

"In this way, the small amount of particles greater than anti-particles will broke the symmetry, will not be destroyed, and will help to create an Universe where the time arrow will flow into Eternity."

"Do heed and obey me, O King, and be part of the Creation of a new, and different Universe"

While the Sorcerer was pronouncing this words his figure started to vanish into lighted mist and haze until it disappear from the place.

Big Bang
The King followed the orders of the Sorcerer exactly as was commanded, and so, even if nobody was a real witness of the facts, he was a helpful part in the Creation.


The music is "Cosmos" by Vangelis.

© 2014 Od Liam.

Monday, 23 June 2014

Wet newspapers, or the genesis of it all


After several years of writing and displaying many stories and tales under my rights of ownership, and under the martial compulsion of my energetic sprite I am bound to expose some facts to keep my self in the clear. All this essay was compiled, revised, edited and approved by Elf himself. That fact liberate me from any critical opinion from those who disagree with the supposed fact stated here.

To my traditional readers will be a clear fact that neither the rhetoric nor the style of the writing is mine whatsoever. So, please, be advised that this text may be somewhat pedantic, coming from the quarter it comes: Elf.

You are warned. Any reading past this line is your entire responsibility. 


When it rains the stories get wet, and then the sentences of one side are mixed with the sentences on the other side of the matter that support the text. The best instance is a wet newspaper page.

Even if it may seem creepy, this situation is not, like most things, without its good side. In some cases untold playful stories are found in these entertaining thoughts splashed everywhere, in other opportunities impossible concepts are reflected that cannot exists in the ordered universe of Literature.

And sometimes, I rest in the hope that, somehow, there remains asserted the veracity of that ideal inconsistency which raises the possibility that if we let a monkey or a primate with a keyboard, it may, in the course of time, create sonnets as valuable as those of the Immortal Bard.

I must admit that nothing like this last observation have occurred to me yet (adverb, which seems to display the subtle hope that it really can happen, but the odds are pretty meagre, given my total lack of knowledge about "sonnetic" structure, but I base my confidence, perhaps, in my sharing of this unawareness with the monkey), and if it occurs I would be the first to cry "plagiarism".

Hardly feeling my face blush, I speak of "my" stories as if I could claim any rights over them. Of course, in any human court there would not exist the slightest doubt of such property rights, but if we let the facts speak for themselves, many of the stories told by me are the product of conscious or unconscious germination of my most beautiful nature, and at the same time my heaviest misfortune, which was given to me by the Fates: Elf.

I have come to expect, more like a justification than an actual belief, that several of the topics that do not relate in any way to Elf are my creation, but I've had tangential evidence that many of the "suggested" ideas in my mind can not be entirely attributed to a dubious thought process of mine needed to give life to an interesting text.

In short, since I first entered my mind with the malicious intent to start the engine that makes it work, I found a pair of pointed ears that locked as in brackets, the most curious entity, in the sense of strange being, with amazing ideas that I can not, in all honesty pretend they are my property. Although, if I keep the same honesty, I must say that it is so long that Elf "pollute" my ideas, that I do not know what thought comes from whom.

In the early days, believing that there was some imbalance in the dovetail joint of my neurons, and following the advice of several people I trusted, I consulted a therapist who immediately diagnosed, in full against the activities of, and disagreeing totally with, Elf, the development of a mental disorder from a mismatch, or alteration of cognitive and affective processes of development and could be considered abnormal when compared the subject (that is, my humble self) to the social reference group where the individual was coming from, given the inability of the patient (again my humble self, even if it seems too egocentric) to recognize reality, or adapt to normal life.

The comment of Elf after reading the doctor's diagnosis was: Bah!!

This way to react of my elf told me that somewhere there must be some mistake. I based this argument on the recognized logorrhea that ails Elf, and the lack of emphasis to despise the work of a professional. It must be something so self-evident that exempted the imp from incisive arguments so cherished by him.

The next step was, after paying the professional fee, in contrast with Elf's opinion since he considered it a flagrant offence, but accepting Elf's suggestion, to change the power of the lamp that lit the small file that I have as mind. As soon as I did that, my present changed radically, as the file looked bigger and better lit, I began to find small groups of words that suggest a story, or let me end with a juicy discussion with the dwarf.

Needless to say I did that change of light power a custom, with the outcome of finding more and more stuff to clutter the simple and free life of people by meddling in it. Largely using unhealthy and very complicated stories full of unwelcome situations that forced the defenceless and innocent reader to wring their axons in an attempt to follow the reasoning proposed by these improbable yarns.

For the same reason stated above, unable to maintain the pressure that these stories or injunctions, which were generated in my daily life, put on my psyche, I began to write them to download the psychological pressure. In this way began the adventure of my daily education, as I was informed by Elf in his first oratory exchange with me, that is, improve and make a good person with the unpromising material that was entrusted to him, otherwise said: me, myself, I, yours truly. Not my intention to make important these pronouns, but seems to be something ready to emerge in the passage of this issue intermittently.

After years spent in selected interaction with the hopelessly embedded mental intruder, the consequence is a sly symbiosis that has only served to arouse greater doubts about the rationale behind the idea of the mediation of this strange being in my internal affairs, but there is no way to support the version that there is the slightest doubt about its real existence, nor that its appearance was due to "the development of a mental disorder from a mismatch, or alteration of cognitive and affective processes of development, etc. etc.", or either that the interaction with my own resources were not true, due to the astonishing and disturbing fact of his ability to effectively parody my whole self.

Faced with this situation that lessened my personality I decided openly confront the goblin with questions that make clear the reason for his ignominious task.

Given the complexity of such a task the result obtained in this work must necessarily be the subject of another essay, which convert all this gibberish in a pompous preface.

I have tried to preserve the logical meaning of the work presented here in an attempt not to give life to an unrepentant rigmarole, and although in a second reading I guess I found the goal achieved, I can not be sure, given the inevitable intervention of our known, intrusive visitor and permanent resident in my being.

I beg you to preserve your place as readers to join me in the journey that awaits me in front of the Cyclops, Scyllas and Caribdys that I would find, but do not hesitate to tell to whoever might be interested what will be going on in the future because I want to be completely honest and give you all, my dear readers, the opportunity to flee in a stampede of other tirade like this, as long as you have persevered reading and got here, which would surprised me very much since I left this reading for the last several paragraphs behind this one.

Having arrived on autopilot at this point and in total ignorance of how to make an effective close down of this ranting, I opt for an inelegant, but effective ending.

I remain as the servant of all ... etc, etc..

The music is a fragment of "Symphony No. 25 in G minor" by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

© 2014 Od Liam.

Wednesday, 18 June 2014


I met this lady from Asword,
Who never misused a word,
If she wanted to say 'I hate you',
She never use more than that few,
Then cut you down with her sword.

The music is a fragment of "Mourir d'aimer" by Charles Aznavour.

© 2014 Od Liam.