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Medusa Complex - 1

Many people in my hometown believed that the house next to my parents’ place was destined to be empty for as long as it stood its ground. Built in 1929, the Victorian palace sat on top of the hill that cast its shadow upon the entire valley.

We think the royals lived in it before the world wars begun, where dynasties collapsed, and common people revolutionized the lands. It could have been torn down ages ago but after years of standing tall, the town has pretty much left it alone. It’s like a totem protecting Foxwood from disaster; we hadn’t had any devastation in a long time. Everybody knew about the house and its lonely reputation, so you can imagine my surprise when a black SUV pulled into its driveway one day as I returned from the grocery store, carrying a realtor and a pair of young house hunters.

“And here, as you can see, is by far the oldest house in the neighborhood,” the realtor said as he exited the car, “I figure this relic might not be exactly what you’re looking for, but if you’re going to move to Foxwood, this is a nice part of its history–”

“Well, we’re open to buying any property at this point, Mr. Lorem,” a middle-aged man said, climbing out of the back seat, his voice loud and deep. His skin fair, he sported long, ginger hair with a trimmed beard, and dressed nicely. He rounded the vehicle as the realtor waited by the cobblestone stairs, and opened the door for who I assumed to be his wife.

The first thing I noticed were her black pumps and silk tights as she climbed out of the car. I tried to keep my eyes on what I was doing as I gathered bags from the back of Waylen’s sedan, but despite myself, I looked again as soon as I heard the door close.

The woman, tanned and lean, wore white-framed sunglasses and a matching summer dress. Her hair was dirty blonde and she carried herself confidently beside her husband while he led her by the arm. The action struck me as odd, and I wondered if she was older than I originally thought; I couldn’t see her face too well, but the body she had was almost criminal.

My eyes traveled over her as the three of them walked into the building, and I nearly lost my grip on one of the bags on my way up the driveway.

As soon as they disappeared, I sighed and shook my head.

“Jessie,” my brother called from inside, “You good?”

“Yeah,” I replied back, throat feeling a bit dry, “Give me a sec.”

After the last of the bags, I shut the trunk and locked it up. Our parents had tasked us to fix their house up while they went away for a bit. Its birch wood structure and wide, open backyard was definitely a sight to see; it was exactly the same as I’d remembered it to be.

I headed into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Sitting on the couch, my brother squinted his eyes as he watched a soccer game play out.

“Hey, do you know if the house next door is for sale?” I asked him as I unscrewed the cap.

Waylen made a confused face. “The castle-looking one?” I nodded. “Uh, not that I know of. Why?”

I took a few swigs and played with the hem of my tank top. “Some couple is looking at it right now. I don’t even think the guy showing it is from around here.”

Waylen scoffed and turned to look at me. “How does that even...? So it’s not someone from the local place?”

“No. The dude kinda looks like Willy Wonka.” I thought for a second. “With glasses.”

“Heh,” Waylen chuckled, “Maybe they’re from the next town over? Darton, or something?”

“Dunbarton,” I corrected. “Maybe. Or Cozy Lake.”

My brother shook his head and turned back to the game. “We’re surrounded by rich people out here,” he grumbled. “Not gonna lie, I’m happy to get away from everything, but I think I’ll be happier when the rents get back. You can only be out here in the boonies for so long before it just... gets to you.”

I put my drink down and looked out the living room window, watching the wind tickle the flowerbeds outside. “Yeah. I just hope mom and dad find what they’re looking for on their trip,” I mumbled.

“True.” Waylen threw his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. “They deserve it, right?”

“Mhm,” I nodded and glanced towards the stairs. “Hey, I’m gonna hop in the shower. When is Laurie coming over again? Sunday?”

Laurie was his fiancée. She’d offered to help with the job since we’d first gotten out here a few days ago. “Eh... I’ll call her. She said sometime this weekend,” he confirmed, his focus torn between the TV and our conversation.

I didn’t wait for him to elaborate. The floorboards creaked as I ascended the stairs and got ready for my shower.

What I knew about this entire expedition was that we had about two months to finish it. To celebrate their anniversary, my parents bought themselves a 6-week long vacation to rekindle what had been lost while they both worked and sent us away to college.

Waylen graduated with a degree in business management and I barely finished with a degree in traditional arts this past May. All I knew heading into school was that I was good with my hands, and I liked to create things. As far as I was concerned, maybe I’d be lucky enough to be in a gallery one day.

Part of the reason I decided to come out to Foxwood again was to take a break before finding a job, and to spend time with Waylen before he went back to his suburban life outside the city. Our parents’ place was still in good condition but definitely needed some touch-ups, as the wood was stained and matted from constant weathering, and my mother was having none of it.

“Just give it a facelift, honey,” she’d said to me over the phone not too long ago. “We’ve already asked your brother to come too. Think of it as a small vacation; you’ll be there until the end of November... you don’t have to pay us anything. We just want to see what you can do with it.”

“You’re asking the twins of terror,” I said dramatically, “to give your house a makeover while you travel the country with dad?”

“Yes, thank you, Jessie. You’re a sweetheart for agreeing to do this.” I hadn’t— not yet, at least. “We love you very much.”

I didn’t seem to have much of a choice in the matter, anyway. “Love you too, mom.”

Over dinner later that night, after the pizza guy came, the two of us started spitballing ideas for any serious reparations during the next few weeks.

“So here’s what I’m thinking—” I started, twirling some spaghetti with my fork, “We start with the outside first and work our way in. It’s gonna be cold by the end of October and I really don’t wanna be out in the woods with the temperature below 30.”

“True,” Waylen agreed.

“So outside first. We can figure out colors when the sun’s up.” A flicker of light caught my eye and I turned to the living room window, watching as the people from earlier wandered outside on the Victorian house’s balcony.

“Ooo,” I hummed as I pointed. “Look. Told ya.”

My brother looked at me quizzically before catching the scene outside. He stood and walked over to the kitchen window to get a better angle. “Huh. Yeah, they’ve gotta be from Dunbarton,” he mused, taking another bite of his pizza. “Imagine if they end up buying the place? That’d upset the town for sure. Watch them knock it down and build a park over it.”

I shook my head. “No way, dude. It’s held up since the beginning of time. They’d need a ton of lawyers for all that.”

Waylen scoffed. “Well, from the looks of it, I don’t think money would be a huge problem for them...” He paused. “Do you see that guy’s wife? She’s wearing sunglasses and it’s like 6 o’clock at night.”

Furrowing my brows, I leaned forward to get a better look. Sure enough, she hadn’t taken them off, and the sun had definitely gone down since they arrived. My curiosity grew

when the woman stalked back inside, her husband still supporting her with his arm, and the realtor shuffled through a bunch of papers in his hands as he followed them.

“You think the rents would be psyched if they came back here with new neighbors?” Waylen said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Living in that house, no less.”

“Funny.”

“I mean, the dude’s got the paperwork right there,” he pointed out. He probably had a better view than I did. “Yeah, wow, I think they’re shaking hands.”

I was still highly skeptical, no matter what it looked like.

Waylen moved back into the living room and joined me on the couch. “If anything,” he said, grabbing the remote, “you’ll have some good eye candy for these next two months, right?”

“Shut up.”

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miladylivre-blog · 6 years

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Gateway

Write about a world where eyes are a gateway to other dimensions, and a person's eye colour determines the dimension within.

People often called eyes the windows to the soul, but not in my case. Mine would take you to another dimension, in fact, the colour of a person's eyes will determine what dimension you're in.

Hence, I never took off my shades. Yes, never. Not even in my own house because I'm afraid, I might accidentally look into my own reflection and be elsewhere in a blink of an eye. Don't feel guilty to laugh, it's funny in its own way. I found it funny sometimes ... it just ridiculous.

I grabbed my bag and checked myself in the full-length mirror at the corner. I'm wearing my sunglasses, so I'm safe. I looked exceptionally great today; my pitch black hair didn't spring out like it always does and I'm early. Things should be great.

My hand slightly adjusted my shades before left the sight. Even, I'm early, I always found a way to be late. Just another ridiculous things often happened to me. I left my flat in a hurry, pulling my coat closer to keep the heat trapped underneath, and jogged down the steps with cautious. I almost slipped over them, one time.

ONE TIME

Everyone else already on the street with their respective shades to keep their eyes hidden and others out of trouble. Did I mention our eyes colour also played a role? Each colour will determine your dimension if you ever laid eyes on someone else's.

I've been cautious my whole life but I heard rumours about which colour was which and so far, brown eyes sounded the most interesting.

Sunset. Their eyes melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There's nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.

But I never met one — brown eyes — perhaps, it's the shades we religiously wore since we hit the age to able take others into a different dimension with a single look.

I've been curious for 10 years, since the day, I turned 18. I'm curious what will happen if I took off my shades in broad daylight, will it turned into a disaster as told or simply a lie to keep others safe? It's a secret no one dare to explore.

We do take off our shades before bed; in pitch black and without a single angle to reflect yourself or ... well, you know what will happen. But I'm very curious ...

"You joking, right?" his hoarse voice startled me.

I spun my heels to meet with his round frame shades. "I'm not and what are those!" my hand pointed high on his face. "I thought you are getting a new frame– never mind." I shook my head.

Kyle, the only person who tolerated my curiosity without judging me from behind his sunglasses. He quite a fashionable man especially when it came to the frames. Yesterday, he wore a huge square frame sunglasses and today, he wore a rounded frame which happened to fit him just right.

I've been wearing the same sunglasses for almost three years. Kyle really needs to stop shoving his expensive-arse style on my face. We walked side by side whilst he hummed an incoherent tune, I never heard. They're mostly tune, he made up in his head. Sometimes, they're soothing, most of the time, they're rather annoying but not today.

"I'm taking off my sunglasses, today," I said.

He scoffed. "And that the tenth time, you said it–"

"But I meant it!" I spun around, but we were too close, I took a step back. "You– you know what I mean," I turned my head elsewhere.

He chuckled as we continued our mundane walk to workplace. "Where do you wish to go, or see?" his head tilted upward, fingers caressing under his chin. "I wish to go to the forest; the green scenery. I'm sure it's merrier than our concrete jungle." Kyle looked around.

I hummed along. Living in the city sure gave you a dull vibe; the excitement didn't age well. I was excited to move to the city, only to realise the price I had to pay; missing sunset. Skyscraper buildings were what stood between me and my dream.

"Green eyes," I mumbled. "You have to find someone with green eyes for nature scenery–"

"And brown eyes," he interrupted. "You need brown eye's guys to see those," Kyle chuckled again, and this time sounded happier.

I scoffed. "It doesn't have to be a guy," I rolled my shoulders. "It could be anyone with brown eyes ... if only they willing to take off their sunglasses," I looked at passing by people, who mostly had a pair of shades to keep their eyes hidden.

"If that what you want," Kyle mumbled.

... later ...

Effortlessly, I pushed open the door which led any personnel in the building to the rooftop. I had received a text message from Kyle, that he wanted to meet me up there during lunchtime. He had the worst possible timing ever. It better be important.

I was greeted by a strong breeze, my hair was springing from every direction and I need both hands to calm them down. From behind my glasses, I saw him stood not far from the ledge, his coat was dancing to the tune of the wind and mine was no different as well.

"What is it?" I asked, slightly raised my voice as I'm afraid he will not hear mine.

His facial was contorted, it probably the constant hit from the wind on his face. "I have something to show you," he spoke with his typical voice since they already loud. "Well, I've been wanting to do it for a long time actually. Since the day we met."

I frowned at his words. "Stop playing around–"

"We remove our sunglasses in counts of three!" he interrupted, both of his hands were over my arms.

One ...

Two ...

Three ...

And we removed them together, but he laughed.

"Medusa!" Kyle scowled. "Open your eyes, dammit! You said you wanted to remove your sunglasses." I can still hear his silly laughter.

Yes, I'm afraid of the outcome. "I never said I will keep my eyes open." I kept them shut, tightly.

"Come on, do you want to see a sunset or not?" his voice softly persuade me. Does that mean, his eyes were, "Brown." I opened my eyes without hesitation.

But it's unlike what we were thought to believe. I looked at our surroundings, baffled. My hand unconsciously held his arm.

"I don't understand–" his hand pulled my face to look at him.

Our eyes met and his were exactly as I thought. "What do you see?" he asked, with a hoping smile.

I'm in tears. Brown eyes do have their own sunset when the sunlight flashed inside. They were breathtaking. His lips stretched a cheeky smile, looking deep into my eyes.

"What a scenery you have in there, Medusa," his voice was soft and low. My heart skipped a beat. "I don't mine spend the rest of my life visiting the same forest over and over throughout my whole life."

Perhaps they do bring you to a different dimension. I got it now. It does. My lips spread wider into a smile, embarrassed and overwhelmed.

"I don't mind watching the sunset over and over again," I looked away, my right hand was there to cover my mouth. "As long as it is ... you." The heat of embarrassment crept up my cheeks.

"I love you too, Medusa," he smiled.

honestly, I can't think of a possible plot and here is the result.

They suck, I know.

Also, her name is MEDUSA and had nothing to do with the Greek Gorgon. Although it was my original plan.

shit escalate quickly in here

But I hope you enjoy what you're reading.

#prompt

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