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One Wish Away – Katra

The following is a character sketch/short story/chain of events/steam of consciousness themed on the music video and lyrics of the song One Wish Away, by a band known as Katra.

She was born blind. For almost nine years, she had been blind.

Her appearance was nothing special, dark red hair, bandages to cover her eyes. Her parents dressed her in all white, almost looking like a very wrinkled wedding gown. However, she had an ability. Over children shunned her for her blindness. Alone she discovered the ability to walk through the pages of a book.

She had long forgotten her birthday, but today was her ninth. Like most days, she walked along the wall to the room she spent her hours in, every day. The floor was littered with leaves, and there was an austere natural feel about it. There was one wooden chair, and a table with a single book atop it. She clasped her hands together and whispered a prayer to the stars.

“Keep me safe and guard my way if I go too far.”

She pressed a palm against a page, and sank into the depths of the book. One long corridor, with many doors spanning the sides. She walked slowly down the corridor, feeling along the dark, cold, stone wall. She had already visited many of these doors. As she walked forward looking for an unexplored door, she could sense a change in the level of the ground ahead. A stairway.

She did not see the light emanating from the top of the stairs, but she went on. The light consumed her.

At this moment, a force possessed her body. A kindle burning. A fiery heat building up inside her eyes. Pressed her hands against the bandage over her eyes, she could feel the heat. It was not imaginary. Slowly, she reached behind her head to untie the bandages, to release the fire.

It ejected itself from her optical cavity, complete with searing purifying pain. Besides the pain, she could also detect something odd. Water was also seeping out of her eyes, washing away the fire. By closing her eyes, she could easily rise and leave all the tears behind. But she kept them open.

The fires subsided. She could see. Her dream. Her wish, exactly 365 days ago, hovering over the candles on he eighth birthday. She had never felt so alive.

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Medical Renaissance Poems #3-6

3 Double Dactyls about some important people.

 

Higgedly Piggedly
Leonardo Da Vinci
Dissected the people
And made detailed drawings.

Pictoanatomy,
his specialization,
Improved understanding
Of organs and systems.

Higgedly Piggedly
Andreas Vesalius
He also dissected
And made discoveries

The system he studied:
Intraventricular
His findings included
Some semilunar valves.

Higgedly Piggedly
Doctor Willy Harvey
What he wrote about was
Circulation of blood

Outright contradicted
Arterialvenous
theories made by Galen
And said all blood was one.

Musing

There is a limited amount of self confidence in the world.  Every conversation between two people has an unconscious hidden agenda of stealing the self confidence of the other person.  But then there are people who have no self-confidence to steal, and don’t care enough to steal the confidence of others.  They are hated by society because they don’t contribute to the flow of confidence.  When confidence doesn’t flow, it’s like when money doesn’t flow.  Depression in surrounding people.

A Story About Dots Part 1

Before the great wizard Merlin perished in the imprisonment of the Lady of the Lake, he infused his will into the body of a dove, in order to bless the holy grail. Unfortunately, he failed to foresee the relocation of the grail, thus the directions he gave to the dove led it awry. Unable to locate the grail, the dove could no longer bear the burden of the arcane forces and lays an egg containing the magic to alleviate itself. Years later, this egg hatched, and without the chalice to contain the magic, it spread to various distant locations. One cluster of magic landed in the North Pole, infusing itself into the icy terrain. A triangle was formed. The forces governing the interior of this triangle would later play an important role in securing and protecting the grail.

Hundreds of years after the triangle’s formation, much of what had been it’s edges had crumbled away. The points living inside it had had to migrate towards the center of the triangle to live. Fortunately, being points meant that they took up no space and a triangle of any size could support infinite life. However, there was expressed desire for lower population density, and points being immortal, the population was only increasing as living space decreased. While too small to see by human eye, these points have colors associated with them. Unlike humans with skin, the souls of a point are transparent, allowing other points to see the color of each others souls.

One point, not too indistinguishable from the rest, was of an ebony red color. His name is Kraven Hart. A ravenheart, he is able to consciously disobey authority points without suffering the negative consequences of guilt. Long interested in math and maps, he constantly ventured near a forbidden place at the center of the triangle.

Many points subscribed to the belief that the triangle was held together by a force known as gravity, and the disappearance of land was due to rising sea levels. Kraven knew, however, in his heart, that everyone else was wrong. Why? Because he could feel the power of a magic field within the land. Many points attributed this to Kraven’s insanity. After all, only a point of a great insanity level could openly disobey the order of the light blue authority points.

Many times, Kraven would get near the center of the land, but he would always get stopped by the guards. But being that a point takes no space and they are immortal, the guards could never adequately imprison or otherwise keep Kraven from trying to get to the center. The reason traversing the center of the land is illegal is that it is the grounds of the original separation of colors. Thus it is regarded as a very holy place, unfit to be trod upon. However, today, Kraven thought of a way to get past the guards. Hardly a trial, all he would need to do is drape a lackluster cloth around himself to disguise himself as a part of the terrain, a cinch, which would have succeeded had he not sneezed while a guard was nearby. However, that one guard made a tactical error, for instead of gathering two other guards to triangulate on the terrain, he gathered the entirety of the temple protectors, leaving the entrance unguarded. Quietly, Kraven used a miniscule piece of ice to masquerade as the point beneath the cloak, allowing him to slip away into the temple without the guards’ notice.


Musing

Ever notice how when you look up symptoms of a disease, you begin to feel a subtle onset of some or all of them? It’s almost like a placebo. Then you need to forget what the symptoms are, so they disappear. But once you forget what the symptoms are, you have no way to know whether or not you really have the disease.

Medical Renaissance Poem #2

Three people were the source of this knowledge
Vinci, Vesalius, and Harvey, all fledged
In the field of anatomy.
Legal dissections, law decree
Thus, surgical procedures gained an edge.

Medical Renaissance Poem #1

This begins a set of limericks about Medicine during the Renaissance.

Once upon a time, in the Renaissance
The world was a great place of nonchalance
But disease had soon struck
And trouble ran amok
Knowledge was needed of body and sconce.

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