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The story of the S.S. Useless

Mon, 08 Nov 2010 09:00:00 +0200

The story of the S.S. Useless
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

This is a story about the intrepid crew of the S.S. Useless. The Useless is a Nonexistent class vessel and is the first and only vessel of its class to ever reach completion. Soon after completing the Useless, some of its leftover parts were used in building a planetary shield, plunging the planet into perpetual Nonexistence almost immediately.

This, of course, rather worried the crew of the S.S. Useless since they were now faced with the annoyingly difficult task of finding the Nonexistent planet. Fortunately, as everyone knows, Nonexistence doesn’t actually remove an object from existence. It more or less congeals around it, temporarily removing the item from detection by any means. Several esteemed Nonexistent scientists noted that this didn’t matter, since Nonexistence is quite something else from nonexistence.

The people of the dust

Sun, 24 Jun 2001 09:00:00 +0200

The people of the dust
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

In a house not far from here, there is big room. On a sunny day, when the sun sends bright rays of light through the windows of that room, one might see the many particles of dust that float around that very room.

Have you noticed that it is always very quiet in such a room? One might use that quiet and really listen to the sounds of a room, for in every such room, it is never completely silent. Now, try to imagine the room. It is a sitting room with wooden floors and comfortable chairs, big windows facing the south with colorful panes of glass in the top, a clock softly ticking away time and dust floating through the air, clearly visible in the bright sun light.

Midwinter

Mon, 19 Feb 2001 09:00:00 +0200

Midwinter
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

A white satin blanket of snow covered the ground. The guard looked up at the moon. Almost two by his estimate. His watch would be over soon. It was midwinter today and he never liked winter anyways. Turning his gaze around, he noticed a small red light from the east side of the camp. Easing his sword in its scabbard, he moved to get a better view of the tiny spek of light. From out of nowhere appeared another red dot, hovering about five meters apart from the first. Feeling some apprehensions about the whole situation, he moved towards one of the sleeping figures closer to the center of the encampment.

‘Baldor… Baldor… I think we might have trouble.’ He whispered whilst gently rousing his comrade.

Chronicles of Dawn

Tue, 29 Aug 2000 09:00:00 +0200

Chronicles of Dawn
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

‘Show him in.’ The double doors swung open. In strode a man with an air of confidence. He looked brave yet strangely awed. He stopped, looked around for a moment and spoke.

‘Lord Dragon, I would ask of you to keep under control you own.’

‘What do you mean, human? You know very well that the dragons of Tir harm none.’ Ser Gilliam took a step backwards to look the dragon in it’s eye. Something about that black hole made him shiver.

Elf?

Fri, 01 Oct 1999 09:00:00 +0200

Elf?
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

Walking in the mist, I suddenly came upon her. At first she seemed frightened, yet green fire jumped out at me from her eyes, telling me to tred carefully. Her long golden hair waved in the wind when she turned. She strode off into the mist.

At first I couldn’t find her. I walked on aimlessly for a while trying to find that girl. Without warning I cleared the fog and found myself standing on top of a cliff. The girl looked at me with those teasing eyes as if she was saying ‘Will you follow me even if I jump?’.

Betrayed

Tue, 01 Jun 1999 09:00:00 +0200

Betrayed
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

The man shifted uncomfortably around his cushion. Perhaps his master would forgive his failure and allow him to live. Gloom set in. His master was not of the forgiving type. He done his best though, more he could not do. The empty room, in which he awaited his master looked like it always did, sparsely decorated yet extremely beautiful and elegant in its simplicity. His master’s love for flowers was evident. On the raised platform a small vase stood to one side containing a few delicate blossoms.