Eleutheran - A Serial Experiment

Tenebrae

eleutheran — Thu, 13 Jul 2006 19:11:13 +0000

As my darkness envelopes them, I whisper,

“God is light, in whom there is no darkness at all.

And this is the judgement, that the light has come into the world,

And we loved darness rather than light.”

I consume the souls they relinquish, letting the murmer of the black river fill the void left by these words.

Rhuen

eleutheran — Thu, 06 Jul 2006 18:00:16 +0000

Fear finds me at the foot of the bed on a narrow path. The lack of expression on his face frightens me, but draws me closer. Though we are indoors, the clatter down the hall does not echo. It seems to be absorbed by the same blackness that surrounds my path of vision. The nature of pain, death, and love, the abyss of Being, reaches to my center like an eternal gravity holding me to his world. I am exposed to a vastness beyond which I can’t resist.
A sidelong glance back down the path reveals the faintest fragment of light and releases me from the trance. At once I see the window and the room around me. The reflection in the dresser mirror gives odd symmetry to the space. A stillness or closedness makes me vaguely aware of the non-permanent nature that engulfs me… more unreal even than its reflection.
The window has been broken before, not just the lock. Splintered wood tells the desperation and futility of previous efforts.

Bourré

eleutheran — Sat, 01 Jul 2006 14:21:57 +0000

(Bourré Melinama)

“Morgan!” I holla as I approach the old White Castle place, yet that girl don’t answer none. This damned place give me the creeps; all abandoned and falling in on itself. I don’t know why she come over here; seems a reasonable body would stay the Hell away from a place like this. And she better not be off with that Chretian boy again. A young girl with a figure like she gots bound ta get in deep trouble. Then her momma surely gonna die from shame, and old Bourré be outdoors for sure. Damned girl. Bad enough she gonna ruin herself, but she ain’t gotta ruin it for Bourré too. “Morgan!” … “Morgan! Your momma done sent me ta fetch you for dinner girl! … Morgan!” Where the Hell is that little doxy. I know what she doin’. Getting two-finger-diddled by that good-for-nothin’ boy that’s what. Shit! That better be all she up to. She get fat and her momma gonna beat it out of her. That’s for sure. And it won’t be ’cause she didn’t deserve it neither. Girl get tits and all Hell break loose. “DamnIT Morgan! … Get your ass out here!” She still don’t answer none.

Roundin’ the bend I see her; sittin’ up on the front porch of White Castle like she owned the place. “Morgan!” I holla again. Still she don’t answer. Damned girl, I know she can hear me. I continue on up the cobblestone walk to the house. “Damn-it Morgan! … Your momma done sent me …” the words stop with my horror. “Holy Shit!” My body go cold, my skin pickels, and I loose the contents of my stomach on the lawn. My body goes weak and I can hardly hold myself up on all fours. What the Hell happened! My mind screams in vain. Time passes and I ain’t sure how long. Slowly I regain myself and go up the steps to the poor child, shaking so hard I hardly stand upright. I force myself to look at her, and again my stomach tries to empty itself, but it’s already empty. “God Almighty who could have done this?” “What kind of animal … ” I start to heave again. Her lifeless body sits in a peeling wood rocker; split down the middle, peeled wide, stretched, and nailed to the back of the chair. Her fly covered innards spilling out onto the cupped floorboards of the old porch. Then I see it. Scrawled on the floorboards of the porch in her drying blood and dirt.

“First the child, then the angel, finally God. Stay out of My House!”