The Dasti Experiment...16

These are idle musings.
Breaking down the world was only for amusement.
It takes accident torment to life.
Failure is the daughter of haste, cousin of deadlines.
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"Love...familiy. I know nothing of these things. Weapons do not form families. They form arsenals."

"A single human being is an entire world...I'd like you to just make a guess at how many worlds were destroyed today."

"No matter how many times I say 'I love you', I will never be able to make you fully understand the way that you make me feel."

"I am now going to disassemble you and arrange the pieces alphabetically "
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Family is a gift that too many people take for granted. Family is a concept lost upon the modern age. But maybe that's okay.

Dasti ran without knowing exactly where.

The streets lay empty and cold. The blaze of the church beckoned.

There existed no time. Not night, day, midmorning or even watch.

Time did not exist.

Dasti ran.

The church burned.

Eloro watched the burning church from her armchair, rocking back and forth over the shattered corpses of cups.

When all else fails, there are weapons.
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In the Bible, Cain demands to know if he is to be his brother's keeper.

"Stay awake," Nirax said. "Stay awake or you'll miss it."

Airthe struggled to keep his eyes open.

The burning church lit the air to make breathing a chore.

Air, air, Airthe's lungs sang. Air, air. Air to breathe.

"Stay awake," Nirax said. "Stay awake or you'll miss it."

Airthe's eyes demanded to close, against the smoke.

The burning church lit the air.

Air, air.

To breathe.

Air to breathe.

Air, air, Airthe's lungs begged. Air without smoke.

"Keep your eyes open."

The church exploded.

In real life, Abel kept Cain.
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Silver is the representative of longing and affection unfulfilled. Gold is just longing. That's always unfulfilled.

"What way are we going home?

"By foot."

"But what way?"

"The long way?"

"Oh. Okay." Totaz stopped pulling Saxiel's hair. "I like the long way."

Saxiel smiled.

"Why do you like the long way?"

Totaz smiled. He kissed Saxiel's cheek.

Saxiel flushed.

"You hold me longer this way."

This feeling, this longing – corruption. Fear. We are different. Always.
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Moving parts. Not for children under tn years of age. Some assembly required.

"Someone, someone help me!"

The crowd passed in silnce. The finger of accusation had too many other people to point to.

She had a job.

He had kids.

She felt tired.

He carried groceries.

They didn't want to get involved.

And they…they just didn't care.

"Help! Help!"

Bruesia made it sound like a plea.

Tsisas laughed. He held a bloody knife against her chest.

Bruesia leaned forward slightly.

The knife felt cold, even through her shirt.

Now we know our ABC's, next time won't you sing with me…

Missing you.

Miss me
like I'm already gone.
Like a funeral song
is playing.
Miss me
the way you'd miss a lover jilted
a table
tilted too far -
but just before it spills.
Miss me
after dark but yet
before dawn.
Miss me
until I'm really
truly gone.

The Dasti Experiment...15

Society tells us lying is bad. A white lie, a black lie – shades of untruth. Spare the feelings, cast doubt on truth. In the end, even breathing is a false alarm.

They slipped out the door together.

Tsisas wrapped an arm around Bruesia's shoulders. He looked back, right before the ememergecny door closed and the sirens started wailing.

"He'll be fine," Bruesia said.

Tsisas squeezed her shoulder. "Just keep trying to reassure yourself."

"He'll be fine."

They turned the corner on the street and kept walking. Tsisas' hand felt warm even through Bruesia's shirt.

They passed a gas station, a restaurant.

"This is my stop."

Tsisas drew Bruesia close.

They stared beyond one another. Tsisas' eyes unfocused. Bruesia shivered and looked away.

"Are you sure?" Tsisas' hand gripped Bruesia's wrist. Tsisas spoke softly.

Bruesia looked over her shoulder. People crowded the empty streets. "Sure," she said.

Tsisas laughed. "Game," he said. His hold on Bruesia's wrist tightened.

Bruesia smiled. Her smile flickered into anger. Her wrist jerked. "Let me go!"

Tsisas' hands caught at Bruesia's other wrist.

"Stop it! Stop – help!"

The streets held too many blind people. Bruesia screamed and struggled. Tsisas struck her. She cried out.

"You bastard!"

People crowded empty streets. No one said anything. No one did anything.

Mothers covered children's ears. Husbands blocked wives' views. People hurried by, not looking.

Tsisas laughed.

"Roll a one!" he said in Bruesia's face. He held up two dice to a crowd that did not halt. "Roll a one and I'll let her go!"

"Someone – please!"

Tsisas backhanded Bruesia with the hand holding the dice. "Someone save the bitch!"

This statement is true. The previous statement is a lie.