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Enacting the Unfamiliar and the Unknown
I CANNOT believe what I am looking at!It’s…..breathtaking! Jaw-dropping! Awe-inspiring…..I have only come across this through third-person accounts. Through the tales told by those who are no longer with us. Through reading texts that have been long since forgotten, its language having morphed into something else, entirely.I was tempering my expectations, trying to rationalize myself that what I might end up seeing, won’t be as spectacular and grandeur as I might imagine myself of it being. Since I love fleshing out my imaginative streaks into mental retreats.But, how wrong am I! I’ve been wro...
Last Night In The Stars
“Dude I can’t believe I had to dare you to grab the codes to this thing.” Darius said as he ran his hand across the top of the instrument panel. “So the Senate is just handing these out now?”“He got it as part of his recent promotion for settling the dispute over on Solilia.” Lez replied unimpressed.Lez’s father had been part of the Senate since he could remember and his family had benefited quite a bit from all the perks, everything from new models to family vacations to flat out cash. Darius’s family on the other hand was part of the common council, which still gave him more perks than being...
Aina's Reanimation
I believed you were an angel. Do you remember? The glow of the lanterns formed a halo around your white gown but their light was dim next to the copper glinting in your hair. When you leaned over my casket, the long curls brushed my skin and left behind the smell of roses. The fragrance was strong, as if petals were crushed into each strand. God created your face in the shape of a heart, an obvious choice for an angel. It floated inches above mine, green eyes searching my brown ones until I lost the strength to hold mine open.Your tears confused me. The nuns in my catechism class promised the...
A Meeting of Clowns
Quinn stared at the ceiling, devoid of inspiration. He couldn’t move. He could barely speak. What could he do? He closed his eyes and concentrated. Keiza… Keiza, where are you? Talk to me! Light patches drifted inside his eyelids, but he felt or heard no response—no inkling that another being shared his consciousness. He was about to give up when his view shifted. He was alone in the dark. Somewhere far off, he heard music playing. The refrain was unfamiliar, but it sounded like an www.onedoor.ccold-fashioned barrel organ. As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, dim shapes asserted themselves. He spot...