Wordplay: The Reading Spot

"Forsan  et haec olim meminisse iuvabit" - Virgil [trans .  Perhaps one day, it will be pleasing to remember even these things. ] ** Some time into the somewhat distant future... "Alright listen up, everybody!"  All the members of Squadron 27 gradually stopped chattering among themselves and began to gather in front of my dear friend, Eric, who also happens to be the last-minute captain of our squadron. There were quite a few new faces alongside the familiar ones, but I noticed a few familiar ones missing as well. I took a deep breath, and immediately regretted it. Once I'd finished coughing, I took my place among my squadmates and turned to face Eric. "Does anybody here wish to give a recap of the past few weeks?" "Aye, sir!" a young-looking, tall chap with dark brown hair yelled at once. "Let's hear it then, shall we?" He nervously gulped and said, "Aye. Our planet intercepted a strange, invisible beam on Sunday morning.....

Ouroboros... My name is Yin. Spirits have been haunting the Kurai mountains for as long as the village elder can remember. Spirits are dark and ferocious beasts that abduct the living and only a handful have ever been able to slay them before. In a world terrorized by monsters such as these, I'm no ordinary workperson. I'm going to be a spirit slayer.  In the past few centuries, the only person who has successfully been able to slay a spirit, was my father, Naibu. His many years of research bore fruit in the form of the enchanted carbon steel swords that he'd forged, the only material that has been proven effective against spirits. Unfortunately, when he was returning from the Kurai apex, having slain one spirit, the exhaustion eventually led to his death. He passed away before he could teach the other village blacksmiths the methods he used to forge the carbon steel. And since he'd carried most of his weaponry and armour with him, there were only two swords left in his...

the flight to Neverland... On a cold and rainy October night The pilot made haste for flight To his origin, ("Neverland", he said) And then soared into the night. It had been several years since The pilot left Neverland And although he seemed to move on The townspeople deemed him sad. He never spoke much about the place, Yet would often dream about His youthful years in its greens And the liveliest folk he'd never seen. His dreams gave off hues of grief But nought gave off his face, Whenever the young man would be asked On cue, his heart would race. He didn't have the brightest years Back in those spritely greens He lost more than since, has gained, And yet, there, he longs to be. A little while after his ascent, that day There came a rapping from behind When he ventured to see, who the causer was, Was appalled to see a mere child. A tousled boy he was, and nothing more; The astonished lent him a hand The pilot asked, "So, where to?" The boy softly said, ...

  This post contains all three parts of "Beyond the Light", compiled and modified for your convenience and pleasure! I hope you like the story, and feel free to let me know your thoughts and suggestions in the comments section :) Enjoy! Chapter 1- The Chamber It had been three days since the mysterious, purple colored cardboard box was brought to the Calonian research facility, just a week after the Great war had ended. Egor and Anatoly would normally have discarded the box, but the mysterious purple fumes coming out of it compelled them not to. Ever since the box had been brought to their chamber, Egor and Anatoly had kept a constant check on it; its sudden vigorous movements, the way the fumes fused with the air, the often light pounding noises coming from within...they noted down all of it. Every detail was to be recorded, for they couldn't risk the possibility of letting out a potential spying device. The end of the war  didn't necessarily cancel out the chances o...