A Minuscule's Tale

Sheesh, obviously being a Minuscule Person is not tough enough in this godforsaken World of Giants. They just have to make it more dramatic by letting the sky show its might with this damn downpouring rain in the middle of the night huh?

Figures. They don't know that I'm the personification of tough itself. I AM Tough, by name and by nature. Thankfully the moon is shining brightly tonight, else I have to activate my laser-induced Torching Eyelight, of which the Others would kill just to see it from afar, believe me.

Unimpressed much? Tell you what, see these tattoos? These telltale markings were designed by none other than the Great Eminum himself. Hah, now we're talking!

So they should know that, dainty though I may look, this intimidation show is nothing to me. I may be no bigger than a puddle but never will I stumble.

Because this is me- I'm Tough. Umbrella or no.

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An awareness of doom impending; alert to take cover,
A sense of something missing; yearning for discover,
A roll of scenes playing; one after another,
Agonising probabilities threatening; denied to take over,
A veil of hope looming; down in a shudder.

~Such is the ordeal of waiting.

Trying to get a grasp on rational reality
Gasping for strands of sensible sanity
Mind over matter.
Faith over fear.

It's okay.
I'll be waiting here.
Forever.


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Got such a rush begging for a flush,
Mind a-whirring heart a-pouring,
So out the pen goes and over the paper it flows,

Dancing, swaying, swirling, turning.
(of words and phrases)

Still the rush surges with barely-contained urges,
Tingling through the hands prickling down the legs,
So out the violin flips and away the music slips,

Dancing, swaying, swirling, turning.
(on my feet)

And now the rush dribbles leaving only trickles,
Echoing heartbeats humming at steady rates,
So out the blanket spreads and down the body beds,

Dancing, swaying, swirling, turning.
(in my dreams)

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I would say that he is an average-looking old man with straggly unkempt beard and wrinkly sunburnt face. His sunken cheek made his dirty nose more prominent.

Overall, he gave the appearance of being a regular homeless man with his regular outdoor clothes but is making a spectacular show of being not-regular at all by sticking out his tongue cheekily at the camera.

He gave off the vibe of a stubborn old man with a do-I-look-like-I-care attitude towards life generally, a bit of a daredevil back in his younger years and used to be getting his own way out of everything. These are the traits that I will give to him if I am to write a story about him.

I will make him my main character. Maybe a grandfather who has been shunned by his family, left all alone to fend for himself among vicious-talking neighbors, because of a small misunderstanding between them that is so trivial but ran so deep that it will be years before anyone make the first move to forgive and forget. Which will not be him.

Or I will give him the supporting character, one that is of no consequence to the storyline yet full of beans and witticisms that will deliver all the punchlines home and make him the unforgettable anti-hero(if I can be that good).

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The Truth

It hurts you
It pains you
...but it really set you free

Make it clear
Make it sincere
...and it will make you see

You deserve it
Just believe it
...and put your trust in Me

Never fear
It's always near
...so let go and let it be

Don't fight it
Just own it
...you will understand eventually

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A Friend Indeed

You don't have to ask,
I'll give freely,
You don't have to explain,
I trust implicitly,
No need to search,
Found it for you already.

The thing you've been missing?
It's here in my keeping.
The ghost you've been dreading?
Got my club ready to swing.
The sight you keep losing?
Here, a torch for you to cling.

You will want for nothing,
When I got everything:
The arm of a companion,
The shoulder of empathy,
The fist of a champion,
The grip of sympathy;
Even the deadly limbs of a blind, a mute and a deaf.

I will always have your back,
Even when my spine is broken,
I am forever your check,
Even if it has no balance,
I will continue filling your crack,
Even more so with no glue to fasten.