Armhianthia, Arbhin Cioc [world best books to read .txt] 📗

Dreamscape

Everything was quiet. From deep within a constant hum gave vibrations on to the metal structure of the vessel. Lights were dimmed, due the day and night settings. The big screen gave a soft blue light off to the room. Spots of stars and planets moved over the screen. The chair was empty bathing in the blue glow of the screen.
The lights in the ceiling were glowing softly just enough to make everything shimmer. The manhole was a black hole in the wall, out lit by purple tubes, softly glowing a warning for anyone willing to enter unaware. If you missed your safety of holding on to handles you risk a fall of several meters.
On the other side of the room was a bed, where Parce was sleeping on. He tossed every now and then to the other side of his body, laying on his left or right. The blankets were laying about on the bed, but Parce didn’t care if they covered him or not. On the feet side of the bed, from underneath the blankets some smears of blood were visible. His bandage over his feet were both covered in blood, some parts stained, some parts still wet. The bandage over his right ankle had slowed down the bloodstream to his feet. It was swollen and blue now, the bandage had been laid on by weak hands and almost falling off his foot now. The little pinpoints were now black on the edges and blood dripped off them with a steady tempo. Parce’s face was showing pearls of sweat. His head was sickly white with strange spots of red around his eyes. The pillow for his head, was wet and covered with the silt of dried sweat.
When he opened his eyes, they were blank and stared to the ceiling without seeing anything. But as quick as he opened them, he closed them again too. And fell back into his dreams that haunted him. Parts of his memory, poison fevered dreams and scary fantasies shimmered his brains.
His eyes opened up again showing the white of his eyes. Suddenly glancing down he let his eyes run the cabin, trying to see the interior in the shimmering darkness. Cursing at the screen, then his eyes dashed from one side to the other side in their sockets. Then he let his head fall back on to the pillow and closed his eyes again.
His pupils dashed left and right, behind his closed eyes.
Parces ears deceived him. He heard the sounds of the motors deep in the vessels center humming, but they sounded like giant wasps. He was flying on the back of this giant wasp with one string in hand, caught behind the wasps fang. He had a hard time controlling the beast. It flew from left to right, trying to lose its rider. Every now and then arching its body, trying to sting whatever came on its way.
Parce held tight and had to press his thighs on to the wasps back. His hands both gripped tight on the string. Every now and then, the wasps sting struck home on his ankles or feet, burning into his feet with the poison dripping from the sting.
Looking down Parce saw the grass float by in a rapid tempo while the skies overhead slowly turned from lightly blue into purple. He felt his fingers loose grip on the leash and tumbled backwards from the back of the wasp. The beast was glad it got rid of its visitor and turned all its anger on that plummeting object. Seeing the wasp and its sting closing in on him, Parce felt fright and terror take over his emotions. Just as the wasp closed in, the ground hit Parce in the back hard and real. Struggling for breath he opened his eyes and looked into the cabin interior. In a haze he saw the screen flashing its blue light and the points of stars on it. For a small moment he let his eyes follow some of those stars and wondered how it was possible, that they didn’t flow off the screen and into the cabin, just as it happened. The entire cabin got filled with pinpoints of light flashing off the screen and bouncing from the walls. Several of those pinpoints turned towards him and flashed up right in his face.
Closing his eyes he fell back into the unreal dreams of the poison again.

He heard her voice. She was calling him. Her voice was sweet and just as he recalled her. As he opened his eyes, he saw her face waver in. She was looking serious and in her eyes there was a hint of concern.
“How are you feeling today?” Her voice was sweet and he felt so wonderful. She made him feel so good.
“I am feeling better already, my darling. You take good care of me.”
“Just so you know it!” She looked very stern, but in her eyes was a hint of a smile.
The curtains let a little stream of sunlight in and the air smelled of fresh laundry. Every now and then her hand went to her belly, she was now some weeks pregnant and she was so proud that she now finally could become a real mother. As Parce was proud to become a real father.
Weakly he moved his hand from the bed to her belly, and laid his hand over her hand. He felt the love from her, her soft hands and strong fingers. He knew she would make a perfect mother.
The fever had asked much of his energy and tired he closed his eyes again, his hand still on hers.
Not much later he opened his eyes again. The sun had moved towards afternoon and Marine had left the room. Alone with his thoughts he went through the things that had happened. Looking sideways he noticed a glass with very faint green tea in it.
He was a coffee person but his wife knew something about herbalogy. Reluctant he took a sip from the glass. The bittersweet taste of the tea ran down his throat. The tea was cold, which made it even worse than normally. But as bad as the taste was, he felt his body needed the moisture. And the bitterness of the fluid made his stomach ease. He took another sip, then sank down into his pillow again. He had been in bed for two days now and he felt better now then he had felt yesterday. Even though his muscles were sore and painfully, he felt his could do more, without up heaving his stomach. It would still take some days before he was good enough to get out of bed, he knew it. And at that moment it seems like forever.
The moment he closed his eyes, Marina entered the room. She was so concerned about his health. Normally he got annoyed by people who care. He could take care of himself, but as Marina and Parce grew into a relationship and as much as he wanted to show her how self dependent he was, the more she showed him that he was not. Maybe she tricked him but he did not care then and he did not care now either.
She took a glance at his glass and at Parce before she faintly smiled and turned. Not much later Parce heard the door close as she left the room.

Parce opened his eyes and felt lost. He missed his wife. Marina. And he wondered about his daughter, if he would return back to earth would she still remember him. He looked around the cabin which was bathing in full light now. Daytime schedule. The screen was clean. In the distance some pinpoints showed the presence of stars, while in the mid of the screen the final destiny of the voyage was centred in a focus box.
For a moment it seemed as though the destination point was growing bigger, but as Parce blinked again it was the same size again.
The screen wavered and the borders of the screen became a blur. Parce laid his head back on the pillow to give his neck a bit of a rest and felt a pain behind his eyes. He had strained them too much already. The pain in his eyes flowed into the back of his head, giving him a tremendous head ache. He closed his eyes and laid a hand over his eyes to suppress the pain. He felt the pain like needles in his skull.
It must be a concussion from the fall from the ladder. With a sigh he let his hand slip off his head and eyes and let it fell nest to the bed. The colder floor felt good under his warm hand. His entire body felt like a furnace and the cool floor felt a good way to take some of the heat off.
He felt a strange sensation in his body, like he wasn’t laying on the bed at all. His hand was still on the floor and he knew he was still laying in his bed, but he felt like he was floating just some inches off his bed.
It was his fever that made him feel this way, he knew that, but at some level it felt good to feel nothing at all for a moment.
He has had dreams like this when he was back down at earth and he could steer his own dreams sometimes. And when he had been ill, he had times he felt like this too.
Fever dreams and disturbed reality caused by fevers could make a man believe strange things.
And as he enjoyed the feeling of numbness he slowly drifted off to sleep again.
no alarm bells or buzzer could not wake him up.

Long road

It has been days since Luse left the last civilized world. He had seen no human in the last day and the last animal was some hours back too. He must have crossed the Lagus border already, or he was a good way in the direction of the Lagus border.
No one dared to escape the safety of civilisation this far. It was rumoured that strange things happened here. New born babies lost, people getting robbed, but no thief were to be found. Sometimes even people got