Thoughts of Phen

Havoc & Me.

The other night I was really bored. Assuming you’ve come across boredom yourself what does one do? Cause Havoc!
In this blog post I shall attempt to explain the incidents that took place in my house over the space of 20 minutes.

It was a cold rainy evening, my siblings, my mother and I had stayed home all day. My eyelashes were bored let alone my mind. So I decided to start a little rumour…

“I just saw a rat…” Voila, the chaos began. My mother jumped to her feet, my sister ran, my other sister stood on top of the kitchen counter. They questioned me where I saw it, what colour it was and how many there were. My answer: “Upstairs, Brown, 3”.
Mother grabs a broom, sister grabs a knife and the other one remains standing on top of the counter.

“Guide us to it!” My mum shouts.
“Yes we are going to kill them” my sister adds.

I’m stood there baffled..do I confess it was all a lie or do I watch them attempt capturing a figment of my own imagination. The latter.

I watched two grown woman crawl around, jump, shriek and throw objects at things that didn’t exist.

“There! On your left” *pretend hyperventilation*

So here goes, in order of what they did.

23:00- “I just saw a rat”
23:05- Mother behaves like Rambo, sister behaves like Schwartznegger.
23:07- Still looking for the rat.
23:08: Lights switched off, mother and sisters attempt at luring the imaginary rat towards them.
23:09: They’re both still standing silently.
23:10: Sister throws an object at the wall.
23:12: I giggle.
23:13: They look at me and put two and two together.
23:13: They attack me. I am called a bastard.
23:15: I am beaten up and chased down the stairs.
23:20: They ignore my existence and the sister that stood on top of the kitchen counter still hasn’t moved.

Phen.

Havoc & me.

Moth’s

I hate Moths. I cannot stand them, they are the most ugliest insects and i am planning their assassination. I am carefully going over my plan as “Miley Cyrus- 7 things” plays in the background. Except there aren’t 7 things i hate about moths there are 10. Here goes:

1. Their existence. 

2. Their body shapes.

3. Their eyes.

4. Their horns..oh they represent the devil in every single way.

5. Their inaccuracy of direction. The fuckers fly and bump into everything.

6. The fact that they can fly and i cant. 

7. The fact that they can dictate my life, make me run in corners for shelter.

8. The. th.. the. the I FUCKING HATE THEM.

9. The fact that I’ve dislocated my knee and spent 6 weeks in a cast purely because i ran away from one. 

10. Last but not Least, they make me squirm and it hurts me that something so small can have such an impact.

Adios Mothigos… Geddit? *sigh*

“Ce qui ne me tue pas me rendra plus fort”

Where we start, we leave…

Good afternoon all…well to the minority of my tumblr followers. To those who follow me on twitter, I’ve deactivated my account during the early hours of this morning. I’ve been thinking about deactivating my account for quite a while now, months perhaps, however i either didn’t find the time, it slipped my mind or something which at this present time I cant put my finger on kept me from doing so. Twitter isn’t exactly the same anymore, its turned into a time consuming, horrible, negative playground where kids over the ages of 20 share vile, evil, useless resources. No longer is it a site where u log on to follow happy people who tweet “what does RT mean” or “omg i have 6 followers”. It is indeed noting but a headache. Stupid girls displaying their body parts to get more followers and idiotic boys “leaking” images and putting down girls for a confidence boost. Although i hardly followed people with such behaviour it was the constant indirects, foul retweets with sarcastic sad faces and lets not forget the bullying that put me off. I’m glad I’m no longer using twitter, I’m sure ill miss it at 3am one morning. However i’ve decided it one of those things that requiring “growing out” of. I’m sorry i rarely blog…

Phen

Taraxacum Wounds- Part 3

“Hello Phineas”  she greeted him. “It’s been a very long time hasn’t it?”

Phineas couldn’t believe his eyes, the woman stood in front of him had changed in such way he wasn’t able to recognize her. How she made this possible he couldn’t come to terms with. Had she joined the dark side? He asked himself.

“Of course I have” She replied smiling.

“You can read minds Helma?” Phineas asked in shock at what his wife had become.

“Why must you be in shock? I’ve joined them purely for our protection. For yours, for mine and for Sinat. Did you think I came here to hurt you Phineas?”

He stared at his wife with sad eyes, slowly registering what she had just said. Was she telling the truth? And what did she mean by protection. He understood that he had put his whole family in danger, however how bad was it that it required his wife to return in the form of his enemies? He didn’t have to ask, she was able to read his mind and he waited.

“They are coming for you, tonight. This was planned 3months ago, Layson has been watching you as well as Sinat. I have as well off course alongside with her. She doesn’t know that I am on your side nor that I am here today. She’s with Elijah in the Tower of Ikara, three hours away. Mind you it would take them seconds to get here. Its all changed Phineas, these people are not what you think they are. They are stronger. Their army has grown, expanded.”

“Your eyes” Phineas stammered. “They haven’t changed, why?”

“I kept them so you could recognize me. Are you listening to what I am saying? They are coming tonight Phineas, we must leave and accommodate yourself and Sinat somewhere safe.”

Phineas smiled and his eyes twinkled. “Leave did you say Helma?”. He then chuckled and rolled his sleeves walking towards his wife.  “Do you think I am coward? I am not scared of them. I fear no one”

Helma lowered her gaze and stared at the floor. A tear rolled down her cheek and dropped on the floor.  Phineas immediately felt guilty, he wanted to reassure her and hug her. He wanted to apologise for his recent behavior and his selfishness.  However she held her hand infront of him.

“You cannot come any closer” She warned him. “They monitor all the people I had contact with, their aura. And before you shake your head they are capable of anything and everything”

“Everything?” Phineas asked. “Everything helma?”

“Yes everything! Have you not been watching the new? All those missing people? They’ve got them all. They’ve trained them. The tsunamis! The earthquakes! Everything Phineas.” Helma cried.

“I see” Phineas replied carelessly. “Well why don’t you warn them that I have my own army? Did they think I came unprepared? I’ve studied the Seas, whilst they focused on the Earth”.

“The sea?” Helma asked, surprised. “Why would you get involved with the Sea’s? Is Selsivat aware of this?”

“Selsivat is my friend” Phineas said proudly. “As is his whole kingdom. Tell your friend Elijah I’m ready to face his army”

Taraxacum Wounds- Chapter Two

“Go home” Rebus commands. “And where is Sinat? I can pick her up and she can stay with Fiona whilst we-. “Sinat!” Phineas stammers, suddenly remembering his Daughter. “She’s still at school, ill pick her up now”.                                                      

“Dont” Rebus warns. “She’s probably watching you right now, you dont want to lead her to Sinat”. “Sinat has seen her before, she’s not stupid enough to fall in to her traps” Phineas says, defending his 6 year old daughter. 

“We’re talking about Layson Phineas, she doesnt require mind tricks to get to Sinat. Have you forgotten what she’s capable of?” Rebus says nervously. “No i havent” Phineas admits. “She controlled the Stars, i remember her powers very clearly. “Excellent, now meet me by the Creek, I’ll bring the map, bring your compass please. We’ll trace her footsteps.” Rebus says.

Phineas hung up the phone and headed home. His path home consisted of walking through the forrest in Abbey Creek where he would be meeting Rebus as soon as he collected his compass. As he walked, his shoulders slouched, he remembered Helma. His wife. She left him last year as she believed he preoccupied himself too much with finding Layson. He explained to her time and time again that he had no choice and that she was capable of wiping everyone of the face of earth. She regarded this as nothing but fiction. One morning she left, leaving nothing behind except a dandelion in a jar on the kitchen table. Next to it, she left a note with the words “For protection”. This didn’t exactly make sense to Phineas yet he dared not question it. He woke up daily hoping to see Helma by his side. He considered letting the dandelion go but for some reason he couldn’t, her words played through his mind and he stupidly believed that a dandelion was capable of protecting himself and Sinat.

However, Layson was back. He quickly remembered why is he was going home and picked up his pace. Exiting the Forrest he quickly turned left and reached his front door. Whilst going through his pockets looking for his keys he froze almost sure he heard someone walking down the stairs. He moved closer to the door trying to listen for more noise. The last step of the stair creaked. As he edged closer and carefully listened he heard a piece of glass smash on the floor and some giggling. Helma’s dandelion! It could only mean one thing. She’s here he thought. He quietly moved away from the door and tiptoed towards his back garden. Walking as quietly as possible he opened the door which lead to his back garden. His kitchen window was open although he was positive he shut all the windows prior to leaving his house. He needed to reach the tile below the kitchen window. It was there he stored the feather that allowed him to gain his invisibility. He had to walk past the kitchen window without her realizing. He knelt down to floor and crawled as quick as he could. Glass shattering below his knees aswell as being pierced by nails. He stopped to listen trying to locate where she was. He heard a draw being opened and some shuffling. She was still in the kitchen. He reached the tile, quietly picking it up and placing it on the grass. He picked up the feather which was stored in a brown little casket, tapping it twice on his left wrist and holding his breath for 10seconds. Pocketing the feather, he placed the tile back to its original corner. Phineas gained his invisibility and stood straight, opposite the window. She was no longer there. He climbed through the window and noticed the dandelion was missing. As was the note. There was blood smeared everywhere, his fridge was edged to left and there was pan on the stove filled with water. In the pan lay the dandelion in water slowly loosing all its seeds.

Every seed flew away from the pan and towards the ceiling as if trying to form a message. The seeds came together and formed the letter “S” first, “I” following, next an “N”, an “A” and then a “T”. Sinat. Phineas felt his heart race as he remembered his daughter. He turned around facing the blood smeared on his wall at the same time hearing footsteps upstairs in his daughter’s room. He climbed the stairs missing the first step knowing it would creak. He reached the landing and took a deep breath. Across the corridor a few newspapers lay covered in blood cut into small squares as well as a sequined carpet he did not recognize. A cloaked figure walked past where he stood in the hallway with its back to him. The figure walked towards his daughter bedroom window and stood there for a few seconds, motionless.

“I can see you Phineas, you’re invisibility means nothing” She whispered turning around to face him. Removing her hood she revealed her face. A woman with piercing green eyes, olive skin and black hair stared at him.

Life.

Hold your hand infront of you in the form of a fist. Uncurl it as if you are staring at your palm. Curl it back into a fist. 

What you just saw was the process of life. We come into this world closed, little, reliant. Oblivious to everything around us. Not aware of media, evilness, violence nor crime.

As you uncurl your fist slowly you grow up. Independent. Take a look at your hand as you slowly uncurl it. It’s rising. Standing.
Life throws everything at you and whether you’re able to handle it is purely in your own hands. The journey of your hand curling back into fist signifies older age. Reliance. Your fingers are bowing down as if submitting. You slowly curl back into a fist where you first started. Innocent, confused, reliant on others. Again.

Taraxacum Wounds

Part 1

Whilst in the kitchen pointlessly stirring a cold cup of tea and drowning in its circle Phineas remembers he needs to make a phone call. He quickly snaps out of his thoughts and puts his coat on. He leaves his house, deliberately not closing the door behind him as he lost his keys earlier that morning. As he walks, he remembers the dark days that took place on this earth. He shudders in fear and shakes these thoughts away. “She’s dead” he thinks. “We burned her, its over”. Phineas remembers why he left the house and occupies his mind with the alibi he’s about to give to his landlord for not keeping up with his payments for the last two weeks. He struggles to walk as he limps with his stick and a few school kids walking by snigger. He sticks his middle finger at them and carries on walking. “You’re only alive because of me” he mutters. “She would’ve wiped this earth and left you to die”. Phineas reaches the phonebox and lifts the handle. He stops and gathers his made up alibi together. On the other end, a woman with a hoarse voice answers. “Goodmorning, Mr Merlin’s housing association, how can I help?”. He takes a deep breath and replies, “Hello, may I speak to Herlock please?”. The secretary hesitates for a few seconds and says “Have you not heard?”. He scans his mind and tries to recall whether his landlord may have said anything to him. “No, nothing” he replies. The secretary pauses again, “Mr merlin was murdered at 6am this morning, his family is distraught. The police would be grateful if u have any information about this or details of when you last spoke to him”. Phineas carefully listens to what the secretary is saying, eager to gather as much information as he can. “This morning” he says. “He was murdered this morning?”. She pauses again, “Yes, this morning. The police have also mentioned that a dead pigeon with a cloth on its head was left behind”. He hangs up and leaves the phone box. He sinks to the floor and raises his hands to his face. He closes his eyes and flashbacks return to his mind. How is this possible? He takes a deep breath and returns to the phone box. He must call Rebus and notify him immediately. He lifts the handle again and dials Rebus’s number. His wife answers. Phineas escapes his thoughts and remembers how urgently he must speak to Rebus. “Fiona! Its Phineas, may I speak to Rebus please. Its urgent”. Fiona quickly passes the phone to Rebus. “Hey phineas, how can I help?”. He stares at the ceiling and attempts to break the news to Rebus without panicking him. “She’s back Rebus, she’s alive. The Bitch never died in the first place”. He hears what seems to be the longest sigh, “How do you know?” Rebus asks. Phineas punches the phone box, shattering glass. “She left a fucking pigeon with a cloth on its head in Herlocks house. This is her signature. She’s back, she never died”…