A Letter Leading to Nowhere_Walk over the Mons_dIve~IN dArKness_The Treasure of Ladora Shores
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A Letter Leading to Nowhere
“You don’t suppose she’s watching us, do you?”“No, it isn’t possible… Why do you ask?”“She was the one who sent us here, remember? It was in her last letter; the instructions were extremely specific. She even specified which tree, out of thousands. Isn’t that a little strange to you?”“No, she was always particular. It’s probably the exact center point of the forest or some weird math calculation. She was obsessed with calculating the center of everything, so it makes sense.”“I guess you’re right, but I still can’t help feeling like something’s off here.”“Oh come on now, Ell. You’ll say that an...
Walk over the Mons
When did she stand tall !!When she was on the Mountain orWhen she stood on the beach,When on the Earth.Space nor Time was the Matter –She rose.Which mountain did she want to climb,Yonder or Near !Within or without,Reflection or the ShadowEverywhere or Nowhere !!She rose.Was there a mountain,It was just the other dimension.Eelin had decided to climb the mountain in the green valley - Mt. Zenith. She hesitated to venture alone for it felt a million years away. She wondered if she could ask Aari to accompany her? She smiled to herself at the thought of him – his name meant “mountain of strength”....
dIve~IN dArKness
In that Cenote of darkness Plenty of answers it is just One Whole!!“I” had to stop thinking For I would be answered from Within the echelons of the Cenote!From deep within the Cenote - You are a seed, Bearing many lives, Wearing many forms!!“Grass, Worm, snake Tree ~~ Fish, Bird, animal, demon, the mystic Then where am I? Then who am I? The movable and/or the immovable” Nothing, nothing yet the whole of everything!!! For, The Infinitesimal Universe just extended one of its arm – to disperse the multitude. Tzec came out the room after a few days. He had lost count of it. He remembered g...
The Treasure of Ladora Shores
With only two exceptions, the unexpected encounter with a basilisk guarding the riverfront, and fighting against playful water nymphs determined to drag me to a watery grave, crossing the Lorelai River was the easy part. Orphans, like me, who are mistakenly left at the doorstep of a covenant rather than a convent at 6 years old and, subsequently, raised by 18 witches, don’t scare easily. Most orphans, however, have never crossed the woodlands separating Navaria and the Ladora Shores. “It’s suicide,” my mothers would say. “We’ll ward these doors and you’ll never leave!” They would never impriso...