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ArkMan's elusive book
Magic or Real She could not tell For she was,A Crwww.onedoor.cceature of magic They said. What she saw Was this magic or real That she could tell For that was live and real!!Nyaya was looking for this book from the skies to the earth. The only place left was somewhere out there in space he reflected. This elusive book was somewhere but there were no links nor traces of its location. It was all too simple. His grandfather ArkMan had told him a story from this very book. When Nyaya asked where he could get this book from, his grandfather said he remembered being told the story from that book by a very old l...
Journey Awaits
Child peers under bed. World of magic awaits! Excitement fills heart. Door, barely visible in shadows. Turns knob and steps inside. Immersed in new realm. Color. Wonders beyond imagination. Everywhere, creatures scurry. Paths lined with exotic plants. Sparkle like diamonds touched by moonlight. Cautiously wander further until ancient tree. Green and alive. Full of secrets carved into trunk. Quickly climbs up through foliage thick like velvet against skin. Presence danger lurking nearby!Feeling danger. Hiding in shadows, watching. Leaping off into clearing. Sound of laughter! Sweet, inviting. S...
To breathe or to bleed
A sharp blow to the back of the head rendered him soundly into unconsciousness. I let the last of them drop to the pavement in an unceremonious heap, and cast about to find it.Amber colored eyes peered from the darkness. Black tail causing a strange visual flicker against the near impermeable alley's shadows. Then it was off again, bounding from can to create, from sill to to bin, and with each a glance back to be sure I followed.I stayed centered and tread with as much quiet a I could muster. My companion holding the lions share (pun intended) of my attention. The rest I used to glimpse into ...
Rock and/or Roll
Rock and/or RollThere goes another chunk. Dropping straight down into the ravine like the last Sherpa that I lost two days ago. Glancing was all the distraction that I could afford. Gotta keep going. Pre-wind chill temperature is dropping again like that chunk of this mountain. The upteenth wave of snow hit me face first now. Great. Just great. But it’s like Jack Grant says, keep pushing. Keep pushing. You fool, my dad and mom, brothers and more of my doubting family kept saying to me while I was putting the final touches on planning this expedition. Travel expenses, hiring Sherpas, mules, buy...