Azyndoa: a short creation story

The Origin of Zyn

Meer instants bleed into moments into episodes, days, ages, eras, periods of time, times of happiness, despair, weakness, hope, pain, laughter, sorrow, long suffering, yet not even a blink of an eye for a life lived in eternal misery. Might your decision lead to the Ozynola, Heavens of the Dieties Fuay.

Deep Before the Beginning of Time, There was nothing but Yo, The Creator. Yo’s first creation was Ai. Yo recognized him as his Eldest Creation, Not because Ai was actually older, but after the order of His creation. Ai was the 1st Creation. And so Yo continued to create things, and many things he did make. At one point He just gave them to Ai. This relation went on for what feels like an eternity. Creation after creation, created, accepted. But soon, Ai took something from Ai, the ability to create, Yo’s very essence, his Yo. When this happened the fabric of order took a sudden change. With the Yo, Ai created something for himself, Sia, the ability to destroy. Ai took many things from Yo, innumerable things in fact, all but His Zyn, the ability to name. The cosmos grew, and grew. With both Sia and Yo, Ai dominated with such Power. He could Create anything, he could Destroy anything. Everything was at Sia’s Mercy and he knew it.

And so the Taking, the Creating, and Destroying ransacked the cosmos for yet ever more eternity. Yet he did have an iota of Mercy. I wouldn’t call it Mercy, though not at this level, but Forgetfulness. Ai forgot to take His Zyn.

After He lost His Yo, He felt lonely, Depressed, betrayed, lost, broken hearted, broken, dead, forgotten, diminished, lacking, need I say more? He was a nobody. Nothing. Not even a spec of dust. Wo, unto Him. But wait, He had Zyn. Zyn! A menial ability, yet beyond the cosmos’ brightest star. He had something. He no longer was Nothing, He named Himself Zyn.

Lo, Zyn had nothing, Nothing but the Zyn. Where was his motivation? He could do nothing he said to himself and nothing he did.

As Zyn remained silent and still, distance increased ever rapidly from Ai’s Sia. Zyn stopped worrying however, he grew Patience and waited. Surely hope will come.

Zyn waited as Ai’s Yo created the Cosmos. Zyn’s Patience grew thinner and thinner ‘til He could no longer wait. He calls “HOPE!  HOPE come to ME!”

It was at that instant that something magical happened, Hope had a name, Hope. Hope felt recognized. But where? Who? Who called Her name? She had to know.

Zyn called again. “Hope! HOOOOPPPPEEEEEEE! HOPE!!!” He called until he could call no more. He lost hope before he ever had it.

Among all of Ai’s Disorder, Hope didn’t stand a chance. Hope was looking for not a needle in a haystack but a particle of dust in an endless sea.

With Ai’s Sia growing ever lethal, Ai knew no equal. And so, Zyn continued to foster His Patience. Distance grew and grew and grew.

Zyn’s Patience snapped once more and left for Ai, For he wasn’t Zyn’s in the first place. Patience’s departure was great. Zyn did call back. Nothing. Zyn called again. Nothing. Zyn called, and called and called, wails, turned to cries, and cries turned to wails. Zyn had Nothing.

Patience’s story spread across the cosmos. Ai knew Patience would come back. Ai knew. He teased Zyn, and told everything in the cosmos of Zyn’s Humility. Even the Ol of Purity.

Ol was beautiful, innocent, bright, generous, kind and caring. She heard about The Return of Ai’s Patience, and she was curious as to who this Zyn was. And Ai knew. And he didn’t like it.

“What could be so special about Zyn? Zyn? Really? Of all the things I’ve made, why Zyn?” And so the question echoed throughout the cosmos. “Of all the things Ai’ve made, why Zyn?”

The Ol of Purity wasn’t sure why, but she had to meet this Zyn and find out for herself. Something drew Ol of Purity to Zyn, and it certainly wasn’t Ai.

The idea of this madness frustrated Ai so much he threatened anything that would aid Ol of Purity in her journey there. That was Ai’s Law.

Nothing wanted to help Ol of Purity. Especially if Sia’s around. The thought of Sia could drive anything mad.  But Ol of Purity never gave up, especially when She came across Hope.

“Hope, help me? Please?” Ol asks. “Please.”

Hope was afraid, afraid of Sia, Ai’s Sia. Hope didn’t want to be destroyed. Hope thought and thought and thought. Really? Help Her? Really?

Ai’s Sia was coming and Hope had to make a choice. To help or not to help?

Hope knew the way to Zyn. And so, Hope taught Her how to get to Zyn. They left immediately.

As she moved from place to place, the distance between the Ol of Purity grew closer to Zyn.

Ai knew he could just take the Ol of Purity’s heart, but that was too easy. Ai wanted to win her heart. He put things in her way, not to stop her but to lure her away, closer to Ai.  Ai made Galaxies of Diamond.  Ai made Tornadoes of Music. Ai made Quakes of Gold, Ai made Tsunamis of Fire. Yet these and more could not stumble that which is Pure. All these things lie behind the Ol of Purity. Her mind now made up. What could stop her now?

She finds Zyn.

“Zyn? … What are you?”

Zyn wasn’t his best. He was down, down deeper than any abyss deep in a fortress in a form stronger than a cage, a prison of Ai’s Sia. Zyn was frail, weak. Zyn was a not a even a moment from death, when She appears.

“Who’s there? Who’s come to visit me in this abysmal prison of solitude?” He asks.

“It’s just me.” She reveals herself.

“You’re beautiful!” Zyn’s heart skip a beat. “What’s your name?”

“I don’t have a name?” She says with a smile.

“You? You can be Faith. Curious, righteous, innocent, beautiful. Not afraid to do what’s right” Zyn spoke sincerely

“Ai is here!” Hope appears. Crawling into Zyn’s Chamber.

“Ai? NO! We have to get out of here!” She screams.

“You can’t get out. I am already here! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! You leave me no choice. Sia! Take these two (HOPE and the Ol of Purity) to the Dungeon, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.”

Ai declares as he enters the Chamber.

Sia’s Sickle Sweeps to immobilize both Hope and Faith. Faith dodges yet Hope suffers a blow, paralyzed. Faith seizes her moment to hide.

“It’s okay. So long as Hope is not dead, Ai can lure her out with Hope. Hope is precious now. “Woman! You listen and listen carefully. If you do not abide and give your heart to me, Hope will die! Mwuah hahahaha Ha ha.” Ai marks the words for Hope’s destruction.

“I know where you are. I know to whom you’ve come. Zyn why, why Zyn? Come with me to rule the skies or I’ll destroy the both of you!

“Never!!” Faith proclaims.

“So be it! Sia have at them!!” The dark lord answers.

Sia hesitates. Faith so pure. He slays Hope and spares Faith.

“Don’t have it in you Sia? So be it. All for the better. Now come with me Faith and be my ruling queen.”

A moment. A tear. She follows.

Zyn’s plan now foiled. No hope.

Her body he did find dead, abandoned, left for nigh. “Lo, for one to pass such as she.” He says.

“You were more than hope, Ai’s gone too far. Your merits will not fail you. You will be remembered for the eternities. You will be known as Yiol, Fuay of Hope.”

Before all to see, Yiol rose again, stronger, and without fear. The duo Zyn and Yiol edge ever onward to stop Ai.

Word of this arose quickly to Ai of course and speedy he answered.

“I see you brother, what have you? An attitude and a mouth? What’s that to my magnitude? It’s time to stop your puny plight. Sia go!”

“Stop! Sia, u must listen to me. They are at our mercy. And mercy I will grant them.” Faith commands.

Then Zyn knew exactly what to do. He renames Ai for misery. Justice fell to him as Faith fancied Zyn and so Sia followed too.

Banished for an an eternity’s eternity Ai wailed and knashed.

Zyn and Ol ruled the Heavens and continued to right the cosmos, earths, and calamities, bearing Hope for all to see.

Squintyclops at Large

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So I Wanna Be a Writer

Why write?

Since Hs I’ve been fascinated with writing. I wrote essays well throughout highschool and in to college.

I got my degree in Scriptwriting in my undergrad studies. Once I graduated I abandoned the thoughts to pursue the career choice and now? Now it’s been 5 years since graduation and I want to write again.

I’ve experienced too much not to write my story or at least bestow messages of faith and wisdom unto others.

Recently
For the past few months I’ve been at it again. I have put a lot of writing mental power into my own personal writing, journals, diary, blogs about myself… And that’s all and well, but I still have an itch for the hope of the green 💵💵💵.

I wrote a short comic last month and wrote a few exercises. I plan to post my exercises online.

Thanks for reading.

Squintyclops at Large

THE GIFT OF BAGS- CHAPTER 1: ANOTHER COSMOS…

THE GIFT OF BAGS

 

In a cosmos far far away, closer than you think, during a moment far far away, closer than you think……..

 

Babies are born like any other baby. Cute and cuddly. And are then named.

 

At the young age of 8, they are endowed a ring. At this point parents bring young children deep, deep down a dark, and narrow, cave. At the very pit of this cave drops a deep abyss.  Above, a column of water, gushing down, enclosing a great metallic beam that juts up from the abyss.  And from the abyss shines a miniscule peephole of blinding light.  Encircling this grace, 12 wooden totems ablaze of beasts facing inward, into this great circling.

 

In order to receive this ring endowment the child must dare enter unto this metallic beam through the  column of water and into the bright light, where a ring will fly up from the peephole.

 

And at this exact moment when they choose to put on the ring, their bodies are shielded in this coat of armor.  Armor differs from person to person: from shape to shape, color to color, material to material, strong to weak, sleek to rough, dark to light. The direct cause of the armor is unknown. What is known though is that the armor reflects the ring barer’s personality and attitude.

 

Thank the heavens for the rings for they are of great purpose: Nature has it’s carnal rage.  Above, the outer darkness goes on for light years.  Harsh storms of fire and brimstone, icy storms of glaciers as sharp as glass, and horrendous storms of lightening bolts wreak the sky.  Beasts as tall as mounts roam the land, among fanged flying creatures and dark deadly monsters. The barren dessert stretches for miles and miles without a sole. This is nature at it’s worst.

 

And thank the imagination and curiosity of man, for there is another alternative to the rage.  Robots dwell among suited man.  And among the robots are of many: the quick, the strong, and productive, among others.  They work well and were conceived by a quiet hardworking intellect.  With his heart set on overcoming Nature, Dr. Mechintosh aspired to match the armor of the rings.  And match he did if not better.

 

These mechanizations don’t power themselves no, they are powered by rings. And people freely oblige.

 

And so people go on with their lives, deciding their own paths to revel among the many among robots or to live among the cursed whom cannot afford technological lifestyle.

 

Indeed the days of suffering continues, but there are whisperings of a birth, a savior whose love will flood the land.

 

And forever may this rejoicing last. For everyone needs it. Even you.

 

Writer’s Manifesto 9/1/2009

I believe there is a lot to life.
At the very least we are meant to procreate. And then bring up our children in our values.  That’s the bare reason why we are here as humans that I live by.  But what values am I to teach my offspring?  What does it take to procreate?  Should everyone procreate?  Is this it?
It’s a little complex.  From this philosophy I can gather I believe in respecting your elders.  And well in fact I do.  It may be because I have an Asian upbringing.  It may be because it was rule number one in my TaeKwonDo lessons.  But it really is important to me.  Having lived by this over the years, I notice I tend to respect the elders wisdom first, taking those young a little less seriously.  One could argue that technology changes things.  Well it can.  But technology has been around forever.  And so has the elders.  Now they aren’t always right, but they can be.  I believe if people stopped, and solely respected those with qualifications.  Things may go amuck.  Elders keep those things that are important in check.  They have hindsight.  They have experiences that can’t be matched. They are wise.
Do I believe in a higher being? An afterlife and the like… Yes. I am an active member of a great church.  I believe it’s healthy to believe.  Should you be lost and believe you are here to end up rotten in soil, you might as well not even try.  Well I mean that’s pretty boring and sad.  That could lead to stress.  Stress is no good.  How can so many say they don’t believe?  It’s silly.  Why live when there’s an end?  Once my father told me it’s because you owe those who came before you, and especially those who will come after you.  That’ s a very good answer.  Going back to before, I could have blown him off and continued believing life isn’t to privy but no.  Elders are wise. So with these words, life is a debt, a huge debt, to impact your children, your children’s children and so forth as well as return the favor of your parents, your parents parents and so forth.  This thought strengthened my belief in a purpose in life and a grander meaning.
Should I always try my best? No.  I believe I should just enjoy.  But things require effort. I know it sucks.  But there are reasons to do your best.  It’s stupid to just do it.  It’s always easy to say I try when it matters.  It is good to try though.  You could learn new things.  You may understand others.  It’s good.  But pushing it to your best, I don’t know. It leads to less regrets.  But my values don’t give much too much importance.  Plus I don’t like disappointments.  So childish of me.
I believe things tend to solve themselves, but I can always help.  This is a lazy man’s word of wisdom I know.  And I am a very lazy man.  Helping others is great. There is that fact that good chemicals spread exponentially when one helps another, but it feels so good.   But because of this I tend to let others get my slack.  It leads to irresponsibility.  And it hurts me.
I believe that you must always try.  If you want something try and get it.  If you don’t like something try it, first.  But I also believe in research, through trusted friends and such.  So new experience overrules fear is what I am saying.  And opinion overrules experience. and fact overrules opinion.  And this is something cool.  Fact overrules all.  Should I know something won’t kill or upset me majorly it’s worth a try.
I believe it takes a lot to be a friend and I am not a very good one.  Friendships can be defined in so many ways.  I have heard feelings and secrets, trust, are at the base of a relationship.  I have heard of point systems.  I have heard of just how one feels around the other as the core.  I really don’t know what’s the right answer.  I feel like I have very few friends.  To me it’s a matter of communication.  I used to be one who doesn’t hate others.  But i can count the number of those I hate on one hand, which is good.  But I can also count my close friends on one hand.  Being honest is sacred in a friendship.  Being loyal is sacred.  Being caring, thoughtful. all very important.
I believe it takes a lot to be a success.  Success being society’s success. Family, career, money, house.  It takes a lot to be good at something.  It takes love.  It takes discipline and patience.  It takes endurance and will power and perseverance.  Wow all big words. Very monumental words.
I have been taught to value success.  Mom and Pop put a lot of pressure to achieve success, but slowly my want for it has died down.  My values have delineated from their wants.  It goes back to the debt thing.  It also goes to being a good provider to your family.  Life changes when you become responsible for another.  I don’t know what it feels like and I want to very badly.  I’ve been told that success helps ease stress.  It will keep you ahead of the game.  It will take care of tomorrow.  I wish I could understand because as of now I really do not value success.
I believe that overall nothing matters but the way I feel, not to be selfish, i mean you have that right too.  Sometimes I believe that money and other miserly things can sway and cause people to misjudge and make poor decisions in life.  These thoughts pertain to career mostly, but relationships too, and competition.  I get flaky, what can I say.  If something upsets me I bring it up.  I try to make my life happier, but when it upsets another, I get upset.
I believe in faith of the Lord.  It might be detrimental, but it gets me through tough times. When I say detrimental I mean I may have the wrong kind of faith, the idea where things take care of themselves.  The right kind of faith is to have the kind that moves things.  To get things done.
I believe quitting is ok.  I can’t take on everything.  It leads to fresh starts.  Which is good.
I believe in adventure. To go along just for the ride.  This is something that is contradictory to before.  I live because there is no end.  Well i suppose it isn’t too contradictory.  Everything counts in my book.  Regrets are stupid.  Everything shapes you.  I wrote this one down in relation to my hate of competition.  If it were up to me I would never keep score.  This is a big one in my book.
I believe that the way I look, sadly matters.  And it hurts when I find a girl who doesn’t believe in this, because i respect her so much.  And I represent what she is against.  So stupid.  But today i went to the AT&T store directly after waking up.  The guy was so disrespectful.
I value being unconventional.  So much that I don’t curse because of it.  And then I learned the value of not cursing.  You don’t have to pretend to be someone else around elders and children.  I can take pride in myself.
I don’t believe recycling really matters.  Goes back to how it’s gonna all be gone anyway sorta thing.  Cause slowly it’s going away.  And if you try to save it, it means you will try even harder later.  So much effort.  Just sacrifice it!
I don’t believe getting angry is ok.  It hurts others.  It makes for discomfort in others and yourself. A no no.
I believe being honest is good.  I am biased in being very open and blunt and frank.  but others can’t seem to tolerate it. Others don’t really do it.  Perhaps it’s because they aren’t happy about everything about them.  Perhaps there are things they want to hide. Stuff like that I believe.
I don’t believe offending someone is ok.  It’s mean.  I do it though. Then i feel remorseful.
I believe it’s hard to change a person, but it is possible.  When wheels turn. That’s when it’s possible.  Suspense in disbelief.  A yearning to know.  That sorta thing.
I believe a broken man can be saved.
I believe the world is too liberal.
I believe that no one is perfect, that everyone can be better.  This one is pessimistic and optimistic.  Silly.  It causes me to be critical.
I believe eating well and on time makes me cranky.
I believe time causes stress.  I wear a watch.
I believe catching up with the world is a must.  Isolation is stupid.
I believe that when one finds a significant other, they become an item.
I believe in loyalty as the best solution.
I believe in abstinence.
I believe the world is going too far.
I believe in a clean mouth.
I believe violence can lead to more violence.
I believe in respect.
I believe that happiness is achievable for everyone.
I believe I can live without hate.
I believe that questioning things is healthy.
I believe heroes are awesome.