Games, First

It was summer when he and his mother moved, so he didn’t have to deal with going to a new school right away. And when he did he wouldn’t have to deal with the added stress of being the ‘new kid.’ But he had to leave all his friends behind when he moved. He had so few friends back in his old town, and that was because he was so bad at making friends. He had always been a little strange compared to everyone else, and that made it hard for him to make friends.

As a result he didn’t have any good ideas about how to meet any of the other kids that lived in that building. And every apartment had a kid living there, apparently it was an apartment building for non linker parents who had linker children. So every door in that place was a potential friend. But he was terrible at making friends, so those doors remained a mystery. 

But he spent a lot of his time exploring the worlds beyond the holes, only he could see. And when he wasn’t he was either playing video games–or in his own world. So really even if he wasn’t terrible at making friends, it was still low on his to do list. 

Soon rumors started to spread about the new kid that would pace around the back of the building only to disappear somehow. And that wasn’t good. The children of building C-13 had rules. And one strange and oblivious kid wasn’t about to change that. 

The first kid to try and talk to him was a boy from the third floor named Cleb. His partner Cryptix was a round ball like monster with long ears and rubbery hands. It was called a Pon, and it used it’s odd elastic hands to create electric shocks. Cleb himself was a shorter kid with sandy blonde hair, that somehow got more blonde near the tips of his hair. His blue eyes didn’t stand out as much as some would expect them to. But he was fairly normal compared to some of the other Linker Children. 

One day Cleb looked out of his third story home and saw Poem wandering around near the playground. That didn’t happen very often, Poem spent most of his time on the side of the yard without the playground on it. That was because the strange portals tended to form on the other side of the yard, where there were more trees, and less metal.

Of course Cleb didn’t know that, all he knew was that he and the other kids in the building had been trying to figure out how to talk to the kid without scaring him off. So of course Clep shouted from his open window. 

“Hay new kid!” Poem looked around in a panic trying to figure out who had just yelled. Finally he looked up to see Cleb sticking his head out the window. “Stay right there new kid. I’ll be right down.” Poem half expected him to jump out the window. But instead he disappeared back into the building and Poem heard the sound of a door opening and closing. 

Poem actually was tempted to run away. But it was just one kid and besides if he didn’t like him he could always flee later.


Authors note: This is part of an ongoing story I’m working on called strange worlds. Check out the link bellow to read from the start.
https://wanderingpoems.blog/cryptix-worlds/

Gates, Other Worlds

The apartment building wasn’t much to look at. It was made of simple multicolored bricks. Four stories tall and ten windows across. There was a playground behind the building, and near the playground was two strange courts of some sort. They weren’t basketball courts, he could tell because there were no baskets anywhere to be seen, and they weren’t tennis courts since there wasn’t a net dividing the courts down the center. But there were no other kids out playing to give him some kind of hint as to what they were for. So all he could do was shrug and add it to the constantly growing list of things he didn’t understand. 

The building where they would apparently be living from that point on was connected to another building by an atrium, the second building had a fenced off playground that was somehow different from the one that was behind the building they would be staying at. It didn’t look like there was a way to get into that fenced off area either. 

“Why don’t you stay here and play with Chain for a little bit,” his mom said once the car had dropped them off. “I have a few things to take care of.”

“We can let her out of the carrier now?” he asked, looking up at her.
“Chain can wander around as much as she wants as long as the two of you are in the Cedarium dome,” she explained. 

So he set down the carrier and opened the door, the strange cat poked her head out cautiously at first. Then when it was clear that nothing was going to harm her, she jumped out all and once and started to sniff the grass nearby. 

“I’ll be back,” his mom said simply before heading into the building’s atrium. 

There were no other kids around, but he wasn’t really in the mood to play with other kids anyways. But he did notice something interesting. The strange courts that he had noticed earlier had a third sibling. And the third one was made out of sand. So he took off his shoes, and ran around in the sand with Chain. He didn’t really know why, but he liked the feeling of sand between his toes. 

He hummed to himself as Chain ran around burning off some of the extra energy that he had built up from being trapped in the carrier all day. He wasn’t really aware of time passing at all. And then something happened–another hole opened up near by where he was standing. He remembered the first hole he had jumped into, where he had met Chain. And he had no reason to think he wouldn’t be able to get back before his mom was done with whatever she was doing. 

So he jumped through–and on the other side of the strange hole in reality–was a strange multicolored beach. Red, green, orange, blue, purple indigo, and violet, those were the colors of the sand, formed in waves across the beach. Vividly colored crystals sprang up from the ground in hague columns all around the beach, and some of them even sprouted out of the red colored water that the beach lead to. He had never seen anything quite like it, and few ever would. 

“What do you think, Chain?”
“Meow…” the cat monster said.

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” 

Cryptix swam around in the water, fins and frills of various kinds move around just below the surface. There was a strange cat like monster that was colored like a goldfish with the tail of a mermaid. A strange finned pixy monster that was barely a foot tall, strange mice with scales and gills. A turtle like creature swam out of the water, and kept swimming–through the air. 

“Poem!” he wanted to stay, but he heard his mother calling from the other side of the hole that had stayed open behind him. And so he turned around and stepped back through to the normal world. 


This is part of an ongoing story called Strange Worlds read from the start here: https://wanderingpoems.blog/cryptix-worlds/

Gate’s, Road

They pulled up to the front gate, a simple building built only on the outside of the black dome. Then there was a fancy looking mechanical gate with all sorts of gears and chains on it, as though the city was being protected by added complexity. From the looks of it they would barely be able to get the moving truck though the gate. 

A man walked out of the building and up to the driver side window of the moving van. He had one of those strange swords that Poem had been seeing so much of lately. His mom twisted the handle to roll down the window. 

“Good afternoon Sir Hunter,” if the hunter was impressed by his mom’s level of politeness he didn’t show. 

“Do you have your documentation?” His mom nodded and reached into a folder that she had been careful to make sure she had, she had triple checked, and several times through their ride she had reached to the folder as though she was afraid it might have not been there anymore. She handed the whole folder to him, and the man looked it over carefully. 

“Where is the Cryptix?” he asked. 

His mom nodded to Poem and the boy grabbed the carrier by his feat to hand to his mom, and she handed it to the hunter. He looked into the box and a look of abject horror worked its way onto his face like a slow creeping realization. Poem rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of a full grown man with a sword being afraid of a tiny cat. 

The man double checked the paper work quite a few more times before he seemed satisfied that everything was in order. He reluctantly handed the carrier back and his mom quickly handed it back to him. 

“Alright, there will be a car waiting for you on the other side of the gate,” the man explained. “Leave the moving truck here and we’ll move things to your new apartment. For now just take the Cryptix with you.”

So the two of them got out of the truck, with only the carrier in tow. The hunter waved to someone in the building and in a moment the fears and chains started to move, and the gate slowly opened. It felt like they were being let into some sort of medieval castle. He half expected to see knights on the other side. But the people on the other side of the gate were just as ordinary as they were–whatever that meant.

There was a simple black car waiting for them on the other side. The driver held open the door for his mother, Poem just let himself into the car. After they were buckled in. The driver started the car and looked back at them through the rear view mirror. 

“I’ve been instructed to take you to the Albern apartments near the center of the dome,” the man didn’t wait for either of them to ask any questions before putting the car into drive and heading off.

As they drove he looked around trying to take in the strange domed city. But it wasn’t odd at all as far as cities go. They drove through outlying suburbs with cookie cutter houses, a river side area with medium sized buildings that were built between the Clunux river. And large ten story buildings clustered near the center of the city, almost as though the city was designed all at once. Then they passed all the tall buildings and onto the other part of the city where the Clunux river originated from High Gate Lake. And near that lake was a small apartment building that was their destination.


Authors note: This is part of an ongoing story I’m working on called strange worlds. Check out the link bellow to read from the start.
https://wanderingpoems.blog/cryptix-worlds/

I; Believe

I, in truth, never thought it reasonable to believe; 
In strange things or odd tails of yore. 
Though I might have hoped that they were as they said; 
Real and not made up. 

But the fake and the freakish lives in us all. 
And beyond the veil of our lives. 
In the world of imagination. 
And in the world of spirits where such things writhe. 

The world is always more then it seems. 
But less than the fantastic would have you believe. 
So look beyond what your comfort perceives; 
And find what it is you really believe.