Friday, 21 March 2014

How To Be A Teleporter

                                              How To Be A Teleporter
by Stormm

I wake up suddenly, to the alarming siren of an unknown woman.

A beautiful woman is screaming, and I'm lying in a strange bed.

Glance about quickly, "Holy shit, well fuck me."

Accessing the situation I start to laugh, ecstatic upon this new discovery.

Must have teleported in my sleep.

That's a new one.

I wonder what's next?

So ignoring her, I proceed to stretch and yawn.

Stranger: "How did you get here? Who the hell are you?"

El 101: "I can explain, just calm down a minute."

Stranger: "Get out of my bed."

El 101: "Ok, okay. It's an honest mistake, I'll be on my way."

Stranger: "I won't let you leave until you explain how you got in."

El 101: "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Stranger: "Try me."

El 101: "Can you keep a secret?"

Stranger: "Yes."

El 101: "Only if you promise."

Stranger: "I swear on my life, by my immortal soul."

El 101: "I teleported here."

Stranger: "That's impossible."

El 101: That's what I refused to believe, and here we are."

Stranger: "You're kidding right? Okay. So how did you do it?

El 101: "I bathe myself in dreams, wear manifestations created from imagination."

Stranger: "Please, break it down."

El 101: "I kept trying, made it a primary goal, a First Cause.

I read and wrote stories about it, did drawings, paintings, watched movies.

Shaped it like clay.

Kept it alive in and on my mind, making it more and more conscious,

constantly trying to manifest it on the material plane like a new work of art.

Pulled it out of the ether like a sculptor chiseling a figure from stone.

Until I eventually made it possible."

Stranger: Laughs. "You're bullshitting me right?"

El 101: "I swear on my life, by my immortal soul."

Stranger: "Can you teach me how to do it?"

El 101: " I just did, the rest is up to you."

Stranger: "Thank you, very very much.

Oh yeah. Why did you teleport here? I mean why me?"

El 101: "That's what I don't know, but sure mean to find out.

I don't believe in coincidences, not anymore..."

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Wednesday, 12 March 2014

The Teleporter

                                          The Teleporter
by Stormm
(c) March 12 2014

The Teleporter lying prone on a king size waterbed,

calmly closes both eye lids.

Focuses on The Third Eye chakra at the center of his forehead,

visualizing a brightly burning flame.

Mr Leisure's aware, that whatever, whenever, or wherever he fully concentrates,

wether it be friend or foe, physical or astral plane, he will instantly travel there.

Become elsewhere, right now materializes, somewhere.


There's a sensory explosion as his entire body vanishes,

into and through thin air.

The tall evergolden trees were stretching and yawning,

at the dawn of a brand new day.

Grounded in purple soil, rooting deeper and connecting,

while above limbs extend towards the distant stars.

Yellow skies wink their smiling faces in approval at the visitor.

Greetings of silver-gold twinkles bubble then ripple across the ceiling,

where juicy eruptions eject turquoise-pink waves of flashing skylight.

Casually observant while turning three hundred and sixty degrees,

insert right index finger to mouth,

quick tongue moistens the tip,

he lifts his arm high making the number one,

a sign of victory.

Lightning bolts immediately strike him, successively six times.

Harmless, but somehow not as expected.

There's something in the air tonight,

something odd.

Like an outside force trying to break in?

Warnings flash from the edge of consciousness,

a distant brief tingle of senses.

Like the violent tearing away of flesh,

just before a sudden rip in the fabric of space and time.

Thus began The Siren Silent Downpour,

thickest at the core of the magic circle energy field,

that surrounds him.

He inhales and exhales the fog armor deeply,

soaking it all up,

like a sponge absorbing energy.

While he stands there refreshed,

bathing in glittering green violet pools.

This was Planet Clear afterall,

a unique place of refuge,

a home away from home...

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