AIRLESS "Titan of Lust"

If I told you, you'd never guess.

If you never guessed, then I'd never tell.

The flower bloomed every so often. When the bud wilted and died, it's crispy petals absorbed into the earth again, a new bud formed upon that very stem. For simple people, the flower became a symbol of worship, but as the society advanced, it became a historical landmark, but nothing more.

And so the people advanced. Their minds grew, and the flower became a symbol of nothing for quite a long period of time. It remained in the Garden of Singe. It's never ending life became such a bore to the strange people who evolved to worship nothing but themselves. Until famine struck upon the land.

A human boy with no gifts of his own crept into the Garden of Singe. With years of dry weather, the lack of water, the Garden fell to dust. Everything but the forgotten flower had perished under the harsh conditions.

The boy whimpered at the sign of green life. He fell to his hands and knees, and shuffled among the gray dust. "Forgive me." He cupped his hands around the yellow petals. "Let my people forgive me." His blue eyes lit with a dark anticipation. "Let them forgive my lustful ways."

With his bony fingers, and shattered nails, he plucked a petal from the bud, and placed it next to his chest.

"I am not selfish." He bowed his head. "But I am dying."

The boy placed the petal against his dry tongue.

And swallowed a sweet taste.

He reached for another. "Forgive me again…"

And another.

Until nothing but the tiny bits of pollen were the last bits atop the stem.

The boy bowed his head in a whirl of anger. "Forgive me."

"I am not lustful."

And a sound blossomed atop the stem.

"Your spoken words cannot paint over what you have done."

The boy fell on his back.

"Who's there?"

The walls of the garden hardened to forbid the boy of an escape. He scurried, and climbed until his fingertips darkened with a dirty blood. He screamed a hollow noise, yet no one came to his rescue.

"May your gift lift you to safety, and provide prosperity to this land… My Titan of Lust."

The boy's bones dissipated beneath a once cloudy skin as ounces of body fat magnified. He wailed and contorted his back as his body morphed before his eyes. Hair once yellow turned a deep and rich brown. His chest rose, his arms grew, and his jaw sharpened despite his now deepened screams.

"Let the forest move you."

Moments passed. The pain had eased yet the sweat poured from his brow.

His heavy breaths nearly defeated his rise.

He opened his palms towards the sky.

And the land grew prosperous.

Tree's quaked the ground as they rose.

Flowers popped, and tangled.

Vines whipped from the earth.

And crops grew.

"Rise, my Titan of Lust."

Author's Note

This is a short story of a significant character that comes later in my novel. (He actually won't appear until the very last chapter, and continues through the next book.) Anyways, I'm not the best at third person writings. I know this needs work, but I'm unsure how I could enhance it. (Yes, I know I reused a word or two, but I'm more worried about the deeper mechanics of my writing.) I need it told straight forward, and to be very direct.

Thank you for viewing! :)

Reviews

[Aysia]

I like it :) The whole mysteriousness of it attracts me. And that also reflects the very odd individual I am. c:

[Christoph Poe]

Thank you! Do you see anywhere that I could improve upon?

If you enjoyed this, you should check out my first chapter as well.

Thanks again!
--Christoph Poe

[Aysia]

I certainly will and no, no I enjoyed this piece, I find no room for improvement. Maybe because I was not aware that there was another chapter so coming into the story I was a bit confused upon what was happening.