Libra_Harlequin_THE BLACK FIGURE COMING OUT OF THE SEWER_The Beat That Carries Far
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Libra
I looked up to see the sky with twinkling stars smiling down on me. I snorted when I noticed that I begawww.onedoor.ccn making patterns and connecting random stars. I then see the constellation, Libra. I paused and thought about how different we were. She is said to be graceful and fair-minded while as I am clumsy and indecisive.I stretched my right arm as if trying to reach the sky.It's so far away.As if it's an unreachable goal.I let my arm down and let out a sigh.What a pretty sky.A rustle of leaves made me twist my body and rest on my stomach to see, Marshal shaking his head at me. I grinned at my brune...
Harlequin
Most kids have teddies or some variation of that, but I had my plush little harlequin. Each night he would sit faithfully beside my head, and stare down the monsters with his frozen expression. And there were a lot of monsters. No names for any of them—they were too primeval for names. A werewolf in a story can be killed, vampire staked. Dragons and manticores can be slain, given enough time. Even Godzilla eventually retreats to the ocean. But these shadowed things weren’t fairytales. They didn’t inhabit neat little stories with rules that confined them.My harlequin would stare them down for m...
THE BLACK FIGURE COMING OUT OF THE SEWER
THE BLACK FIGURE COMING OUT OF THE SEWER The villa had been built about ten years earlier. So it was in a modern, if not postmodern style, although perhaps someone might prefer to speak of the eclectic style of the early 2000s . So it was all corners and edges….oh, but the great villa had also chimneys in a shape of a three sided prism. To access the large entrance door, of stained glass and enameled metal, you had to go up a long and very steep staircase of white marble. The villa did not have a harmonious appearance at all, at least for its exterior. Looking at it was anything but pleas...
The Beat That Carries Far
“Catch that boy for me”, shouted a voice I cannot mistaken for another. Even in this chaos.I weaved out of the reach an extended arm.“Help me. Stop that boy running,” screamed the voice.I avoided a branch at the nick of time.I increased my speed. Dodged a body bent at the waist. Wove right. Then left. And right again. I made a near perfect “S” around obstacles, or bodies, on my way. Few pit and pats of my feet against the face of the ground, I pushed against the ground and got elevated a few above the earth for some seconds, and was back on the ground. My feet maintaining a beat of pit and pat...