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Drama Fantasy Speculative

The stinging pain of her mother’s handprint on her cheek faded. The sharp burn of her mother’s angry, hurtful words continued to clamor in her head, fighting for space and attention with the voices of the woman and two men that were Ayla’s constant companions.

Ayla closed her bedroom door without a sound. She stuffed a handful of her mother’s sleeping pills into her mouth and swallowed. She flung her body on the bed. She wanted a few moments of peace, of nothingness. 

She tried to snuff out her life with her pillow, the feathers old and broken, the quills poking through the navy blue stripes faded to gray, and the white stripes dull as fog. She passed out, her internal vision going black except for the pinpricks of stars swirling around her mind, that moment of dizziness the brink to another one of her existences.

* * *

Nightfire stood on the precipice. His toes curled over the sharp edges. Rock cut into his feet’s naked flesh, and his blood dripped down the red wall below. The iron from his blood mixed with the iron in the stone, making both stronger. 

Wind ripped at his clothes, shredding them into rags. The tendrils of fabric tangled with his long blond hair, pulling at his body and his scalp, keeping his body anchored to the earth. Without that stinging and pressure, his consciousness would float away. 

He felt ten times older than his seventeen years, but he had been at this all his many lives. He deserved a break. But they needed him again, so here he was once more.

The rocky bottom of the rift beckoned him. He wanted to fling himself over the edge and fall until the world went black. He tilted his face to the night sky. The stars winked at him, teasing him with their glorious light. He sacrificed his blood every year and every year remained the same. 

He could give in to the dizziness. No one would suspect he had done it on purpose. None of the other wizards made the sacrifice for more than a couple of years. He had lasted seven. Seven years of spilling his blood over the cliff were enough. 

He inched his feet forward. The girl no longer told him to hold on. Her voice faded, replaced by tears and sorrow. Her sadness drowned the other man’s urging to go on. He no longer heard the woman.

The wizard shook his head. He closed his eyes, lifted his hands in supplication, and leaned forward. He floated down like a feather, the wind slowing his descent. At first, he worried that he was going too slow to hit with enough force to die. Being crippled would be a worse fate than his current life.

The breath left his body in a loud rush as his bones and blood and flesh meshed into a pulpy mess. He didn’t care. He had left his body about a hand’s width above the ground.

* * *

Jaiden’s whole body felt like she had been hit by a truck. She knew what being hit by a truck felt like. When she was eight, she had run into the street to retrieve her flip-flop. Her mother had told her to cross then called her back. The confusion forced her to lose her shoe. Her mother told her to go back to get it. That’s when the truck hit her, pushing her into another journey. 

They weren’t meant to all leave their bodies at once. The young girl and the ancient boy tugged on her conscientiousness. The man struggled to keep them all in place. She lost her will to remain earthbound. It punched her in the gut the way that truck had slammed into her previous incarnation. 

Her physical remains hit the floor as Jaiden’s soul left to join the others. 

* * *

Garnet’s hard and distended belly bulged out like a melon. It felt like a melon lodged in his body at the top of his colon, and anything he put in his mouth, whether it be food or drink, sat upon that blockage. He knew how that little boy with his finger in the dike felt. The pressure built. He felt like throwing up. 

He spent the last six days walking, swallowing castor oil, drinking prune juice, and eating stool softening pills. Nothing worked. If the dam didn’t break soon, he’d be forced to go to the hospital, and that he couldn’t risk. They’d draw blood and find an ancient strain that hadn’t mutated in thousands of years. His blood was at once ancient and young; his DNA so pure that he had no antibodies for some of the most basic diseases that men in this age survived. Constipation would kill him, and he was ok with that. He’d had enough of this particular life as it was.

He knew, of course, that technically he wouldn’t be dying, ever. Contrary to popular belief, reincarnation wasn’t a soul’s linear movement through time, leaving one body and entering the next. It was more like living simultaneously in various forms, in multiple dimensions. 

Psychiatrists and psychologists mistook this phenomenon as multiple personalities or schizophrenia, but they were wrong as they were wrong about so many things. The various diseases they diagnosed were merely various forms of consciousness. Instead of medicating people out of those states, they should have helped people explore them like the shamans of old.

A sharp pain punctured his belly button. He rolled off of the mattress on the floor, got to his knees, and crawled to the bathroom. He threw up in the toilet, sweat broke out on his forehead, chills wracked his body. He climbed onto the toilet seat just in time for the gush of poison to leave his body.

Poison. He hadn’t considered poison before. He knew, like a light coming on in a pitch-black room, that he had been poisoned. He knew who had done it—that stupid girl. Somehow Ayla managed to cross dimensions and invade his body. She was so miserable she thought she could end the pain by killing herself. 

Heat seared Garnet’s intestines. Fever rushed through him as Nightfire entered his system, followed almost simultaneously by Jaiden. What the fuck. 

He shook. His muscles strained. He pushed all of the detritus out into the toilet. He had to flush several times. Six days of waste seriously stopped up the pipes like it stopped up his body. Garnet held onto the physical sensations he experienced, no matter how uncomfortable they might be. If they all left their flesh at the same time, they’d merge back into the One and lose their sense of self. Once all of this crap was gone, he intended to have a serious talk with those idiots. 

October 09, 2020 23:21

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Erika Freidly
19:19 Oct 21, 2020

well, I was so lost at first but then I was really interested in this take on reincarnation. I need more of this story.

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Vanessa Kilmer
18:13 Nov 20, 2020

Thanks, Erika. This will definitely be something more.

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Nathalie Hoke
19:01 Oct 10, 2020

Wow, so much going on. Loved it. Great concept. Very well written too. Two thumbs are all I have, so two thumbs up from me!

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Vanessa Kilmer
18:13 Nov 20, 2020

Thanks, Nathalie. I appreciate all of your thumbs.

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