Hey there!
So usually when I post one of these,then I'm wrestling with a little writer's block! But worry not dear reader,for I will have a fantastic tale for you faster than you can say supercalifragalisticespialidoceous! I don't even know if that's how you spell that word (or what it even means!)! But that is of little importance! I thought this might be a good opportunity for me to slide that curtain to my thoughts and you can catch a small glimpse.
Today is the eve of my birthday,I turn twenty four tomorrow. I can't say I've grown significantly over the last year,but I HAVE grown. Some people could claim I havnt 'grown up',I could argue that 'growing up' is overrated. I think what is important is MATURITY and personal growth. What is the determining factor of 'growing up' anyway? Because an eight year old could describe me as a grown-up..... Where I'm from the benchmarks or criteria of growing up are a job,a lack of open mindedness,prejudicial taste in music and general douchebaggery. But that's just my opinion. Opinions are like assholes,everybody has one. My opinion is based on the fact that 'grown ups' or wannabe grown ups usually shit on other people's lifestyles and choices (no pun intended) because these lifestyles and choices don't fit into the mould they expect society to fit into. We should be free to make our own choices and take whatever paths we please,just as long as this freedom
doesn't clash with the freedoms of others. I don't think its right that one should go on a week long binge drinking spree funded by fees meant for their education. Fees parents or guardians have sweated and toiled for at their grown up jobs. People should be able to fund their own self destructive habits.
My growth has mostly been creative. I think I'm writing better and I'm on my way to fulfilling my aspirations. There's still plenty of room for improvement ofcourse. I still have to overcome my fear of writing long stories and be able to tap into different genres. When I start off writing a long piece,I fear I might lose the flow of it if I make it too long. Lose what I was originally inspired to write. But I'll get past that soon. I've also learnt that some people can be crabs in a bucket,all they will do is pull you down and trample you in their efforts to get to the top. Whether they know it or not. I may not have experienced it personally,but I see a lot of it. Your best friends will drag you to the worst situations even when they only mean to have fun.
I've been learning a lot from new 'friends',followers and groups on Facebook and Twitter. Some will openly help you and give an opinion on your work (Shout outs to Martin Powell!) And some won't even acknowledge your presence. Their 'friendship' is one sided and all they want to do is sell their product. I believe in a win-win all the time,I really don't see why others don't. Add me on Facebook (username Benny Blow) or follow me on Twitter (@Benny_Blow) if you're a win-win person or are looking for a cool new friend =). These two social networks are a great platform for spreading your gospel and getting to know like-minded people.
Before I forget,I have partners in crime that I plan on taking the world with! They are Lo and Jarell. They are two of the most talented artists I have ever met. Together we plan on churning out the greatest,most mind blowig comic books and graphic novels. Together,we are Fly Label. More on that soon enough. In the mean time,ask your friends to Get Wit It Or Blow!
Monday, 29 August 2011
Tuesday, 26 July 2011
Sky High
"You'll come back to me won't you?"
"Ofcourse I will Ma'! I would just die without your cooking!"
"You promise?"
"I promise"
But Sky didn't know that for certain. He wasn't sure if any of them would return.
He had lied to his mother more times than he had ever hoped to and should have been used to the feeling by now. But on this day the feeling of lying to his dear sweet mother was even more sickening than usual. Worse than the time he had lied to her about taking any money from her purse. The feeling was crawling from the depths of his abdomen up to his throat with disgusting speed.
Sky. Quickly stopped packing his bag and rushed to his toilet. He bent over the bowl like he'd been punched in the gut by a gargantuan bully. In this case that bully was reality. His breakfast sprayed into the toilet bowl and hit the water like shit from a running tummy.
"Are you feeling alright Sky?" Even his mother had taken to calling him Sky now. She hadn't called him by his birth name in months. She affectionately called him by this name even though she had not known its origins.
"Yeah,I'm fine," he said wiping his right arm across his mouth,"just a little nervous I guess." He walked back to his bed where the duffle bag he had been packing lay open,his mother looking at him with concerned eyes.
"I want you to take this with you,it was your father's " she said. "I'd been saving it for your birthday,but..." She held a silver Cartier watch in her hand,a little aged but almost in perfect condition. Its glass barely had any scratches in it and its face,a beautiful saphire.
"Ma' you've been watching too many movies," Sky said smiling and closing her palm with the watch in it."I'll be back,I promise. You can give it to me then,as my reward." He smiled again and kissed her forehead.
The duffle bag was packed with all he needed,all that remained was his brown bomber jacket. This jacket was what he was wearing when he had first defied gravity and learnt he could fly. It had become his costume. His uniform. It had developed dark patches and scuffs over the years and recently the newer scuffs had stories behind them. Over the last year he had taken to vigilante acts and superheroism. And that was natural,wasn't it? When you found out you had super powers,you became a superhero. That was the unwritten law. You owed the ordinary populace that much,they were only mere mortals after all. You pursued justice. The kind of justice that sloppy,bribe-taking,fat police men could not deliver. The kind of justice you had to lie to your mum about (and get that sickening feeling when you did).The kind of justice that got him into this mess.
The man in the suit and bowler hat had told him his country needed him,heck his PLANET needed him. He said he was part of an organisation that looked into the activities and welfare of Supers. Sky thought to himself that the suit and bowler hat were a dead give away,he should have known the man represented some kind of secret organisation. And Suits always spoke with a certain authority,in a polite but matter-of-fact kind of tone.
Sky had boarded the plane now,along with the other recruits. Atleast the ones with the stones to take this flight. He was replaying the scene when he'd told his mother that he had been drafted by the army. Just a simple peace keeping mission he'd said. He'd even gotten The Suit to put an official looking stamp on a white envelope for him to show his Ma'. Thank goodness she wasn't the type to read documents and ask too many questions. If she had been,she would have been terribly shocked at the blank pages inside the envelope. And Sky would have been even sicker.
There may be no coming back from this one. Heck,I can almost guarantee none of you will return. So kiss your mothers,fuck your girlfriends good and make the best damn sandwiches you can;because you may never get the chance ever again.
That's what The Suit had said. And what he had said was probably stone cold truth. Wonder Man had fallen after all. Earth's mightiest defender had fallen at the hands of this evil threat The Suit had raged about. This menace was the baddest of the bad and the vilest of the scum that plagued our planet,and he had slain our hero. Wonder Man that beacon of justice that had burnt bright and inspired many had been put out like a cheap match dipped in water. And now this ragtag bunch of under trained and inexperienced Supers was supposed to neutralise this evil.
Sky had only discovered his abilities roughly two years ago. Smoking pot with his friends down at the ledge in the outskirts of Sugar Valley,his neighbourhood;was a regular feature of his day. Him and his gang had been stoned as an adulterous wife in a traditionalist Islamic country,and fooling around at the edge of the ledge. He fell over sideways to what seemed like his bloody demise,until he floated upward like the froth in an ice cold beer,much to the surprise of his mates. He hovered above them but didn't immediately realise what had transpired because he had covered his eyes. The name Sky came naturally.
"We are right above the drop!" The Suit shouted as the pilot steadied the plane."For those of you that can't fly,grab your parachutes and hop on out ladies! I wish you the best,and God speed! For king and country!....Or something like that!" He was trying his best to speak above the drone of the buzzing plane engines.
Well,Sky thought as he reached the door;here goes!
"Ofcourse I will Ma'! I would just die without your cooking!"
"You promise?"
"I promise"
But Sky didn't know that for certain. He wasn't sure if any of them would return.
He had lied to his mother more times than he had ever hoped to and should have been used to the feeling by now. But on this day the feeling of lying to his dear sweet mother was even more sickening than usual. Worse than the time he had lied to her about taking any money from her purse. The feeling was crawling from the depths of his abdomen up to his throat with disgusting speed.
Sky. Quickly stopped packing his bag and rushed to his toilet. He bent over the bowl like he'd been punched in the gut by a gargantuan bully. In this case that bully was reality. His breakfast sprayed into the toilet bowl and hit the water like shit from a running tummy.
"Are you feeling alright Sky?" Even his mother had taken to calling him Sky now. She hadn't called him by his birth name in months. She affectionately called him by this name even though she had not known its origins.
"Yeah,I'm fine," he said wiping his right arm across his mouth,"just a little nervous I guess." He walked back to his bed where the duffle bag he had been packing lay open,his mother looking at him with concerned eyes.
"I want you to take this with you,it was your father's " she said. "I'd been saving it for your birthday,but..." She held a silver Cartier watch in her hand,a little aged but almost in perfect condition. Its glass barely had any scratches in it and its face,a beautiful saphire.
"Ma' you've been watching too many movies," Sky said smiling and closing her palm with the watch in it."I'll be back,I promise. You can give it to me then,as my reward." He smiled again and kissed her forehead.
The duffle bag was packed with all he needed,all that remained was his brown bomber jacket. This jacket was what he was wearing when he had first defied gravity and learnt he could fly. It had become his costume. His uniform. It had developed dark patches and scuffs over the years and recently the newer scuffs had stories behind them. Over the last year he had taken to vigilante acts and superheroism. And that was natural,wasn't it? When you found out you had super powers,you became a superhero. That was the unwritten law. You owed the ordinary populace that much,they were only mere mortals after all. You pursued justice. The kind of justice that sloppy,bribe-taking,fat police men could not deliver. The kind of justice you had to lie to your mum about (and get that sickening feeling when you did).The kind of justice that got him into this mess.
The man in the suit and bowler hat had told him his country needed him,heck his PLANET needed him. He said he was part of an organisation that looked into the activities and welfare of Supers. Sky thought to himself that the suit and bowler hat were a dead give away,he should have known the man represented some kind of secret organisation. And Suits always spoke with a certain authority,in a polite but matter-of-fact kind of tone.
Sky had boarded the plane now,along with the other recruits. Atleast the ones with the stones to take this flight. He was replaying the scene when he'd told his mother that he had been drafted by the army. Just a simple peace keeping mission he'd said. He'd even gotten The Suit to put an official looking stamp on a white envelope for him to show his Ma'. Thank goodness she wasn't the type to read documents and ask too many questions. If she had been,she would have been terribly shocked at the blank pages inside the envelope. And Sky would have been even sicker.
There may be no coming back from this one. Heck,I can almost guarantee none of you will return. So kiss your mothers,fuck your girlfriends good and make the best damn sandwiches you can;because you may never get the chance ever again.
That's what The Suit had said. And what he had said was probably stone cold truth. Wonder Man had fallen after all. Earth's mightiest defender had fallen at the hands of this evil threat The Suit had raged about. This menace was the baddest of the bad and the vilest of the scum that plagued our planet,and he had slain our hero. Wonder Man that beacon of justice that had burnt bright and inspired many had been put out like a cheap match dipped in water. And now this ragtag bunch of under trained and inexperienced Supers was supposed to neutralise this evil.
Sky had only discovered his abilities roughly two years ago. Smoking pot with his friends down at the ledge in the outskirts of Sugar Valley,his neighbourhood;was a regular feature of his day. Him and his gang had been stoned as an adulterous wife in a traditionalist Islamic country,and fooling around at the edge of the ledge. He fell over sideways to what seemed like his bloody demise,until he floated upward like the froth in an ice cold beer,much to the surprise of his mates. He hovered above them but didn't immediately realise what had transpired because he had covered his eyes. The name Sky came naturally.
"We are right above the drop!" The Suit shouted as the pilot steadied the plane."For those of you that can't fly,grab your parachutes and hop on out ladies! I wish you the best,and God speed! For king and country!....Or something like that!" He was trying his best to speak above the drone of the buzzing plane engines.
Well,Sky thought as he reached the door;here goes!
Wednesday, 22 June 2011
The world was made by the singer for the dreamer.
They wandered the land for what was almost an eternity. Hand in hand they walked tirelessly over the barren land, sand and dust stowing away in their beautifully crafted sandals. Darkness blanketed the entire world and the wind blew hard, almost screaming. But the elements had no effect on them-neither rain, sleet nor snow. Exhaustion, thirst and hunger were unfamiliar sensations to them both. Ket tugged at his sister's robe and looked up at her. Aya turned her gaze down at him, Ket smiled and she smiled back. "It won't be long now."
The sand reigned supreme and it was now all the earth had come to know. It blew wildly in the wind with no form of buildings or structures to hinder its mad flight. The yellow sun had burnt out millennia ago, in a time after humanity's greatest of grand children. A time after time itself. The land was literally dead, life was a foreign and distant memory. It was a time far after existence, an era even after man's time on earth was but a faint and fading echo. Death had come and death had gone, there was only nothingness and the whistle of the wind. The cause of man's demise was no longer relevant, for his name had passed and even ceased to be on the tongue of the cosmos.
Ket tugged at Aya's robe again, "I would like to sleep now", he said.
Aya smiled, "Very well then."
She sat down in the sand,the dust not stinging her eyes. Her long hair danced wildly like the sea on a stormy night. Her face was a thing of immaculate beauty, to call it perfect would be demeaning. Artists would have created paintings and poets would have written prose inspired by her. Her robe covered her body loosely and she wore nothing else aside from it. She folded her legs and reached her arms out to Ket, smiling. Ket was a small boy, no taller than three feet. He had features of a cherub but he and his sister where older than even the universe could remember. Ket smiled an easy smile and walked towards his sister. He snuggled comfortably into his sisters lap and rested his head inside her elbow. They looked like mother and child and the love between them was just as rich. Ket yawned. "Aya,please sing me the lullaby."
Aya closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the untamed sand not affecting her in any way. She exhaled in a wondrous melodic voice. The wind stopped and the sand and dust settled as the two began to rise above the ground. Aya's voice ran freely out into the world and gradually put Ket to sleep. Vibrant colours began to ripple from them the instant Ket slumbered, like gentle waves on a pond when something touched it. The colour spread to the rest of the world in a brilliant array of rainbow-like life,exploding in all directions. Aya's serenade had no words, it needed them not. Its sweet high notes and low tones induced calm dreams in Ket's sleep. Ket in turn would churn out his dream into reality, carving the desolate and barren land into a beautiful utopia. Aya's angel chorus translated into thoughts of beautiful existence in his peaceful mind, and his thoughts became. Blades of green grass sprouted into vast meadows, racing across the face of the earth. The ground dipped into massive craters and troughs to cradle waters that formed lakes, seas and even oceans. Flowers sprang up in lovely fields as strong trees emerged from the ground, reaching for the sky. Rocky hills and mountains spurted upward and made the ground tremble. The song urged the dream on, breathing new life into the once dead world. Ket's mind a primordial soup for the resurrection of life on earth, his sister- the conductor of an orchestra of sorts. Together they spawn a new dawn for earth.
The sun shone once again. Aya and Ket slowly decended to the grass covered ground. Ket yawned and stretched his arms. He looked up at his sister and smiled. Naturally she smiled back. They stood up to observe and appreciate their work."Aya?"
"Yes,Ket?"
"We did good, didn't we?"
"Yes Ket. We did."
The sand reigned supreme and it was now all the earth had come to know. It blew wildly in the wind with no form of buildings or structures to hinder its mad flight. The yellow sun had burnt out millennia ago, in a time after humanity's greatest of grand children. A time after time itself. The land was literally dead, life was a foreign and distant memory. It was a time far after existence, an era even after man's time on earth was but a faint and fading echo. Death had come and death had gone, there was only nothingness and the whistle of the wind. The cause of man's demise was no longer relevant, for his name had passed and even ceased to be on the tongue of the cosmos.
Ket tugged at Aya's robe again, "I would like to sleep now", he said.
Aya smiled, "Very well then."
She sat down in the sand,the dust not stinging her eyes. Her long hair danced wildly like the sea on a stormy night. Her face was a thing of immaculate beauty, to call it perfect would be demeaning. Artists would have created paintings and poets would have written prose inspired by her. Her robe covered her body loosely and she wore nothing else aside from it. She folded her legs and reached her arms out to Ket, smiling. Ket was a small boy, no taller than three feet. He had features of a cherub but he and his sister where older than even the universe could remember. Ket smiled an easy smile and walked towards his sister. He snuggled comfortably into his sisters lap and rested his head inside her elbow. They looked like mother and child and the love between them was just as rich. Ket yawned. "Aya,please sing me the lullaby."
Aya closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the untamed sand not affecting her in any way. She exhaled in a wondrous melodic voice. The wind stopped and the sand and dust settled as the two began to rise above the ground. Aya's voice ran freely out into the world and gradually put Ket to sleep. Vibrant colours began to ripple from them the instant Ket slumbered, like gentle waves on a pond when something touched it. The colour spread to the rest of the world in a brilliant array of rainbow-like life,exploding in all directions. Aya's serenade had no words, it needed them not. Its sweet high notes and low tones induced calm dreams in Ket's sleep. Ket in turn would churn out his dream into reality, carving the desolate and barren land into a beautiful utopia. Aya's angel chorus translated into thoughts of beautiful existence in his peaceful mind, and his thoughts became. Blades of green grass sprouted into vast meadows, racing across the face of the earth. The ground dipped into massive craters and troughs to cradle waters that formed lakes, seas and even oceans. Flowers sprang up in lovely fields as strong trees emerged from the ground, reaching for the sky. Rocky hills and mountains spurted upward and made the ground tremble. The song urged the dream on, breathing new life into the once dead world. Ket's mind a primordial soup for the resurrection of life on earth, his sister- the conductor of an orchestra of sorts. Together they spawn a new dawn for earth.
The sun shone once again. Aya and Ket slowly decended to the grass covered ground. Ket yawned and stretched his arms. He looked up at his sister and smiled. Naturally she smiled back. They stood up to observe and appreciate their work."Aya?"
"Yes,Ket?"
"We did good, didn't we?"
"Yes Ket. We did."
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