Aura

Cassandra’s Aura Aug. 24, 2021

 

The bits of biscuit on her lips crumbled onto her dress.  She stood up, all of a menace with her cape and cut her dixie chick by her side.  She smelt the smoke in her lungs as she escaped the room.

 

She lit another and walked out of the mansion, her high heels ticking waway as she walked.

 

She loved the cancer of smoke in her lungs.

 

She bridgled an umbrella with emphasis as she ran down the street, the rain splashing in her heels.

 

Down the street lights came on as the sun disappeared from sight.

 

By the time she got to her destination her smoke was out.  She lit another and languished at the door.  She knocked.  A child opened the door.  “Is Bladck here?” she asked the girl.

 

“Daddy,” said the girl.

 

“Tell her to come downstairs,” he responded.

 

She walked in taking off her coat and hanging it on the coat hanger.  “Feel free to have a drink,” said a man with a raspy voice.

 

He stood up boots and a leather coat on.

 

He lay on the bed by the pool table.

 

She slid over by his side undoing her boots.

 

She whipped off her belt.

 

“I will be charging extra for such short notice,” she whispered, laying an arm on his chest.

 

“Comon, get on top of me.” he ordered her.

 

He lay on the bed as she moved on top.  She slipped on top of his manhood and moaned.  She went up and down brushing her hair back waving it out.

 

After some time he slid over on top putting his cigar smoke in her face.

 

He culled her body.  He put down his cigar and pushed inside of her.

 

“Ohh,” she moaned, her red lips flashing in the dark light of the cigar.

 

He thrust inside her putting her hands into her.  She was wet and moaning. He slid on top and spread her legs wide, long.  In and out, over and over until she screamed.  He pushed his hardness inside her and finished a drink on the countertable.  He fucked her until she scratched her fingers on his sides moaning.  She screamed in exhilaration.

“I love it,” she screamed.  She let him finish inside her.

 

She stood back up putting her long coat back on.

“Thank you,” she said, leaving.

 

“Daddy what did you do to her,” she asked.

 

He got back up and put his clothes on and checked the TV and lit a smoke.

 

Days passed by as the horses in the ranch ate alot for this time of the year.  Black fed them and told Emma she could ride Tony.

 

“TRhe horses were calm and peaceful.  Black put Emma on top of a horse lifting her up.  She sultered out of the stable.

 

It wasn’t long before Cassandra phoned asking Black Jacobs if he wanted to meet again.  He did.

 

Down the road a bunch of kids were playing basketball.

 

His white skin shone in the light.  Her red lips and pale complexion were illuminated by the night and the streetlights.

 

He had a meeting in Russia with an ambassador to the cowboy guild.  He would take a plane to Russia and stop off at a Ranch there and inspect their stables.

 

He waited outside the airport.

 

Emma looked up at her father.

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“Let Edgar take care of you, sweety.  Dad will be back in a few days.” he assured her.

 

He got on the plane with his cowboy hat on and tucked it in his side on the rim.

 

Arriving in Moscow, Black checekd in at the Fairmont and his gun in his backpocked.

 

The night sky was filled with stars.  He got out a phonebook.  Dis….screen encounters, he found in the book.

 

He found an add for ‘Milania.’  He phoned the number.  “Hello?” chimerd a girl on the phone.  “I”am the Fairmont in room b-52.”

“Okay, I will be there in 30 minutes.” the phone went silent.

 

Black turned on the TV.  There was a Russian late night in Russia.  They were interviewing Eminem.

 

“Ya I just don’t get why people think I do drugs.  I don’t really.” he said lying back in the chair arms at his side.

 

The sky filled with fireworks.  Black look on as the fireworks toucehde the night sky.

 

Knock Knock.

 

“One moment,”  said Black.

 

He quickly took off his boots and pants.

 

He opened the door and standing was a girl, tall, long legs, reddish brown hair, blue eyes, a stern nose and big eyelashes. “Milania?” whispered Black.

 

“Yes Honey,” she said walking intot he room, hands all over Black.

 

He walked back as he walked him into the bed.  “Oh baby, he said.

 

She undid his tie and pulled off hisnboxers.

“I’m going to show you a time of your liphe.” she said with a raspy Russian accent.  She felt around his cock area.  It was hard.  “Are you excited?” she asked with a Russian smile.

 

She put her lips on it.  Into her mouth.  “Oh you can suck good cock,” said Black.

 

“Yees,” she said, closing her eyes then opening them looking at him with his cock down her mouth coyly.

She looked up at him with cute eyes and licked his hard dick with her eyes on his, giving him big falacia.  She stuck her tongue and licked his cock like a popsdicle.  She tickled her tongue all over it and then got up and released it and stood up and sat on his hardness.  She moaned as it went inside her.  She hovered over him and went up and down.  “Chou likes me,” she said.

“Yes ,” he assured her.

 

“Oh you are so cute,” she remarked.

 

She turned over onto her back.  “Fuck me,” she ordered.

 

He got ontop and thrust his manhood into her.  In and out he thrust her hips as she lay looking up at him with her legs spread.  “Ohhhhh” she moaned.

 

He worked her like a gym weight.  Until she screamed and he came inside her.  He took his dick out and she pulled off the condom.  He payed her and she left.  He fell into bed and off to sleep.

 

He loved the night.  He spent the night and the long hours thinking of little Cassandra back homme in the States.

Knock — Knock.  Somebody was at the door.  “Who the hell,” he thought.

The door burst open with several thuggish men boltering intot he room.  The apprehended Black and put a pillowcase over his head.

 

They took him to a car.  His head being thrown intot he back hitting the side of the door. “Fuck” he said.

 

He fell unconcious and woke up in a room alone.

 

He woke up to the sound of knives.  A man in a white shirt was over him.

 

“You will feel pain,” he said, stabbing him with a knife.

“What the hell was thawt for?” he siad.

 

“This is Rhussia and yuhr will feel pain.” said the Russian.

 

He cut a knife intot he hand of Black.  It was dangerous.. The pain.

 

“I”ll give you the crystal.” he yelled in pain.

 

“Vary ghood,” said the man brandishing another weapon.

 

He woke up with bandages around his waist and wounds.

 

“What the hell?”

 

His ex was in “she, how was the meeting?” she said with a disapproved voice, standing against the doorway.  She checked her lips in like she was upset with him.

The Rise of Dracula (Inspired by a picture of Jordana Brewster).

 

Ch. 1 Jordana  10/13/2020 4/19/2021

 

Jordana Krewster illuminated the room of darkness to light so we could suddenly see the countryside of Brussels.  The candle exploded with a wave of fire that lit up the room.  Jordana sweeped her hands across the flame igniting it.  The common room held old paintings of friends and family of Jordana.  The room lightened with her presence when the candle exploded with a wave of fire and lit up the room.

 

Millenia ago, the illuminators of the Dark Alley had taught Jordana how to master fire.  They were a group of witches who practiced magic of all types.  Some of the magic she held was ice, fire and lightning.  She wanted to hold water powers and rock powers but wasn’t strong enough or didn’t have the outfit to wield them.  Jordana had fiery powers that could break everyrock and stone of all types..

 

She moved to lay on her bed, lips wet with dark red lipstick.  She still had her leather jacket on, the one that contained a small pocket knife.

 

She began to feel dizzy.  Sick from hunger again.  She took one small tylenol, which would be enough.  She held a smoke in hand looking at a picture of a dragon that her father had spoken of.  The dragon was in the depths of Hellsing, which is a place of refuge, where her father hid himself from angry mobs.

 

The Dragon held a small fortune in its midst as well as its egg.  (Ancient soldiers had marched to the gates but were turned to ashes.)

 

Feeling better, she waved a hand on the wall and a chamber door opened. Passing through she licked her lips and entered in her parlour.  She walked hand in hand with the old man stuck in a painting.  The old man had tried to kill her so she had cursed him and painted his picture.  When he passed he was trapped in the painting.

All the other pictures on the wall had turned black as the life was sucked out of them by Jordana.  She found it eerie having paintings and photos pure black on the wall.

 

Her lawn was mowed in a Star with a Circle around it.  It was done daily by the gardener.

 

Ch. 2 Bats

 

The decrepit rotting bodies of random people were stacked haphazardly through a den.

 

She went to her den where she had her bodies.  A pack of bats attacked her, cropping out of the den.  She swiftfully struck them as they attacked her.  She used fire to protect herself as they flew at her like rabid dogs.  Sorcery used, fire destroyed most of the bats and exterminated them.

 

Ch. 3 Fable Drable

 

In Brussels the next day, Jordana followed the scent of another victim.  The condition in which he was almost undesirable. Sweaty and repulsive, so she hesitated. However, she needed to eat and she needed his blood.

 

Her prey went down an alley and she tasted his blood.  He was unpleasant but satisfied her craving.

 

She took out her pocket knife in it & snuck up behind him, biting him in the neck.  Slice! And then round placing her teeth on his neck.  She drew blood for him as a needed crime, sinking them in deep.

 

The next moment she smelt something in the sewers.  More prey but there would be blowfish down here.  She’d have to put on her boots to get through the muck of the sewers and to keep her safe from blowfish.

 

She crept down into the gallows.

 

Using her shards of ice magic to keep the animal dwellers away from her, instead the vermin infested the man doing electrical work.  She clapped her fingers and light was emitted.  “Who are you?” asked the man, jumping back.  By the time he had finished asking her, she had already drawn blood.

Night was falling and she would retire.  She took a look into the secret tunnel that her father had shown her.  She hadn't gone down it for a long time.

 

She found the dragon egg she had been searching for for several years and put it close by the furnace.  Days went by but it didn’t matter.

 

She needed more blood.  She left the mansion in the late afternoon of a hot summer day and went back to the den where her past victims were.   She found a man smoking and drinking.  She looked at him like a fox to a mouse.

 

He didn’t notice Jordana while he was fumbling with his wallet — a perfect opportunity for Jordana to attack.  She crawled up from behind him & sunk her teeth into his sweaty neck. Bite.  Something different happened.  Instead of falling limp, he turned a pale colour and looked up at Jordana.

 

She took him back to her manor.

 

When she bit him something different happened, he did not die like the other had in the den.  He turned into a vampire, his fangs changing like a saber toothed tigers teeth, Jordana was shocked but happy.  She would finally have an immortal companion.

 

“What is your name?” asked Jordana.

 

“Alfred,” he said, touching his new sharp teeth.

 

“Wow, a real castle and all to you,” he said lying down bleeding.

 

“Well, this is uncanny,” he said dryly.  Jordana was shocked, but happy. She would finally have an immortal companion.

 

Ch. 4 Raising a Dragon.

 

A light breached in through the curtains.

 

A meal was placed on the table by the servant.  Jordana buried her food away.  She stared at the picture of the dragon on the wall. Feeling she should look into her father’s diary for instructions on finding the dragon.  Her father had been a secret dragon tamer, and she knew she needed his guidance in the things he left behind.

 

Ch. 5 Stranger Danger

 

The next morning, a stranger brought Jordana a gift.  It was a box that held a skeleton key.  She could hide some important papers in it.  The skeleton key also worked for the manor.

 

The box was also perfect for keeping her fire gloves hidden.

She motioned to the fireplace with her fire gloves and it turned fiery bursting out.  She then brushed on the candles above the fireplace in the living room and hallways.

 

The Krewster dynasty dated back to the middle ages.  She met Alfred out in the garden in the starshaped bushes.

 

“Hello, there,” he said.

 

She smiled, her fangs wide and glimmering.

 

Alfred was an apple picker.  He worked at an apple orchard just outside town.  He feasted on his boss with pleasure.  Taking the business from him.  Unlike most Vampires he was different.  He could go out in the sun.  He tested the sunlight on his hand.  It didin’t burn.  “Now you can run errands for me,” said Jordana, “I can’t leave the house during the day.”  She stuck a hand into the daylight, it started to sizzle.  “See…”

 

She went to the outhouse and shaved in cold water.  She loved the shock of the cold.

 

Ch. 6 12:01

 

Noon came and she had to hide from the extreme light as,  It hurt her skin. Alfred brought in a bouquet of flowers.  “What a dear?”  she thought.

 

She pulled a book out: Alice in Wonderland.  Maybe someday she would end up in wonderland, away from death, dirty blood and Alfred, the new guest that was weary.

 

She returned that day to her cave and put a boulder in front of the caveat.

 

Back to the egg she went.  It was cracking. “Come look, Jor,” said Alfred, “it’s cracking.”

 

The dragon broke out, cacawing, and breathed fire at Alfred.  “Oh Al, she likes you.”

 

“Indeed.”

 

She went down into the dungeon and hid the dragon at home and named him “Gilbert.”

 

Ch. 7 Armours

 

The Knights in Shining Armour sparked as the picture of a witch scratched in its painting.  Jordana cursed the witch because she hadn’t owned the house prior to the pictures being hung up, and Jordnaa wanted the will to the house.  Jordana had cursed the women to forever be trapped in a painting she kept in the dungeon.

Ch. 8 Alfred Wilm

Within the tunnel, where she kept the bodies there was light in the dark.  Not excluding Gilbert’s fire but a presence of pure energy living behind the walls and gates.  Although unknown at the time, the aura was an immortal encaged on the planet and was drawn to Jordana because of her immortality like him.

 

Alfred spent the day gathering up apples.

 

He came by again.  To Jordana’s surprise, Alfred was well dressed.

 

They ate cupets and had some tea with the dog, who was fed meat off the bone.

 

She sipped tobacco from her dixie stick. blowing smoke into the upstairs of the castle.

 

They went dancing, drinking and partying at night to a jazz cafe.

 

She sipped on her coffee looking into Alfred’s eyes, as he drank his mochachino.

 

They walked through the park, biting a random couple’s necks and taking them from the lake into her den.

 

She went to the observatory and pulled closed the windows and stood up on the giant telescope.  From there she saw the stars, the moon, which was a fire moon at the time and Mars was pink and werewolves would be out as Taurus was in Jupiter.

 

The Secret Ch. 9

 

She stood in her parlour putting on a blush that had animal protection.

 

She flicked a switch and a chessboard came out of a cabinet.  “Chess?” she asked Alfred.

 

“Certainly,” he responded.They began…

 

She noticed that he moved his pieces with such great effort.  She simply used her levitation and flicked the pieces with her hands.  “How do you do that?” he asked.

 

“Practice.”

 

After the game they ate supper.  “I’m still thirsty,” said Alfred after 3 cups of tea.  “It's hunger, it will drive you mad,” explained Jordana.

 

She took him to the den where bats swirled around them.  She used her firegloves again to burn the intrepid creatures.

 

“Here, taste,” she said to him.

 

He was quickly turning powerful.  He lit the room up and there were bodies piled in the corners.  It was a draughty and horrible sight.  The pool of blood was awful.

 

She turned on the TV by the fireplace.  “Where no man has gone before,” in Star Trek was one of the few shows she watched.  I dream of Genie and the Jetsons were the others.  The old shows seemed overplayed.  She wanted new drama.

 

In the den Alfred began cooking and poured the victim's blood in a tomato soup.  While in the den gathering, he noticed more bodies, one of the victims appeared to be breathing.  He snapped its neck “Raggh,” it yelled; he broke its neck, feeling scared that it could still be alive.

 

Unfortunately for them the dead were rising and Jordana’s powers couldn’t contain them.  They appeared to have taken upon bathood powers from the rabid bats.

 

The bodies could sense pitch and power without using their ocular vision.  They were disparaged and came to leave the den.  Quickly Alfred moved the boulder to stop them.  But that wouldn't hold them in for too long.

Ch. 10 Back to the Manor

 

Alfred zoomed back to the manor, scared,  fatigued and deprived of blood.  It was all he could do but tell Jordana.  She nodded and took him into the basement.  There lies a sword that could only be held by a male vampire: Dracula.  It was a sword of planets.  Because Taurus was in Jupiter this would be the perfect time to destroy the zombies.  Taurus and Jupiter meant that they should stay optimistic and patient.

 

“Take it,” she said, handing him the sword.

 

As he wielded it, wind swirled around him and a glow came up.  It was destructive to the aura.  Jordana stood back, her hair blowing in the winds.

 

He went back and sliced and diced.  One after the other as they pushed the boulder out he took them out.  Heads rolled off and body limbs were cut.  They were destroyed by the sword as lightning struck it’s victims.

 

The sword burst into flame.  He was not able to wield it any longer because he was only a Vampire.

 

“What are you going to do with that weapon?” asked Jordana as it turned to ashes.   It left his hand with a bolt of lightning.

Ch. 11  Ghosts

 

Ghosts haunted the taste of food.  Jordana was hurt by nightmares most nights.  Angels promised her of redemption and retribution from her evil lifestyle.  The ghosts haunted her like the paintings: groaning about the house when it creaked at night.

Ch. 12 Vampires and Werewolves at Night

 

On her way back home, Jordana noticed the full moon with a twinge of clouds.  She knew Taurus was in Jupiter and urged caution.  She got lost in the forest.  In the dark trees, she heard a howl that she knew were Werewolves.

 

Ch. 13 The Prisoner of Eternity

 

Godly men sent a prisoner to earth.  He appeared in front of Jordana.  “Come with me,” he said urgently.

 

He took her hand and guided herself.  Her black sparkly hair flowed in the wind as she was taken to safety.

 

The wolves were close.

 

“Where do we go?” asked a panicked Jordana.

 

“Here,” he said, casting a gateway in the air made of fire.

 

“What’s this,” asked Jordana with awe.

“It’s a probability door; jump into it.”  They both jumped as the jaws of the werewolves bit Jordana’s dress.

 

Ch. 14 Probability Door

The magical door took them to the safety of the gates at Jordana’s Manor.

 

“Where have you been?” asked a lazy Alfred lying on the couch in a dry voice, a glass of wine in his hand.

 

…

 

Jordana Krewster watched as the Prisoner escaped the building.

 

“Who is that?” asked a repulsed Prisoner pointing at a picture on the wall.

 

“Gabel - she’s a witch,” replied Jordana.  The picture had a fat lady with spaced out teeth which were dark from smoking most undoubtedly and a glenny smile, which brought a chill to the spine.

 

Gabel was a black and white magic witch.  She used to make brews and tonics for Jordana’s father until he was stabbed with a stake one awful night.

 

“I’d like to meet her..” he snapped his fingers and she appeared.

 

“Who .. Wha” said the witch.  “I curse you,” she said, pointing a dirty finger at them.

 

Ch. 15 Explanation

 

The prisoner dusted off the shelf with his hand.

 

“Well I’m Prisoner.”

 

“I’ve had my memory wiped.  The cool thing is I can do almost anything I want,” he snapped his fingers and the room filled with Roses.” — “See.”

 

Jordana had some in her arms.  “The only thing I can’t do is return home because I can’t remember what or where home is or was.”

“Some prison,” said Alfred, “being able to do anything you want …”

 

Ch. 16 Dracula

 

The Prisoner was intrigued by his humble guests.  Jordana had already felt her Dracula, though he wasn’t a Dracula, just yet.

 

She wanted to be with an omnipotent being.  It was alluring.  She could suck the blood out of him and he wouldn’t die.

 

“Prisoner,” she spoke up, “what did you do to receive this punishment from your people.

 

“I believe I betrayed my people by mixing with your species,” he said.

 

“Now I am imprisoned on this planet with no way home and no memory of them like an Electric Charged Patient.

 

“Can I help you get back,” she asked.

 

“No, I quite like this quaint Mansion.”

 

Quaint felt like an insult to a 300 year old building that had been revisited by some of her victims and was an original building in Brussels that still stood and was restored by new furniture and such.  But she shook it off.

 

The Prisoner looked through Jordana’s telescope.  He was trying to find a planet or spaceship off of this doomed planet.

 

He thought to himself how he could create chaos in the house, simply to do something.  The inhabitants of the mansion were making him feel silly, they’re trivial lives, yet more gifted than the average man.  Maybe if he inherited the house, he could take its secrets that Jordana hid from any eye and then use them to get off this forsaken planet.

 

There was the werewolf he saved Jordana from.  He wanted to use it to his advantage.

 

“You know what if you kill the werewolf, you will eb more powerful than even Jordana, he said to Alfred.  You will be the Dracula.

 

Whilst convincing Alfred to kill the werewolf she took it to a hill and commanded the land so that no mortal being could get there.  Only the inhabitants of the mansion could.

 

Gabel had taken up residence in the sisters room, with the original owner of the residenc, who Jordana had bitten and took her blood as well as the mansion with it too.

 

Gabel made music in hopes to bring happiness to others.  Alfred to believe he could become Dracula and took the good out of things.  Gabel’s coming out of the painting was a feat to be said, but her witchcraft would only bring pike burners to the residence.  “God is my kingdom,” in the text of her writingsm “God be whom is great.”

 

The Prisoner guided Alfred back to the forest where the werewolf came out at night.  He would kill it.

 

Friday

Friday came and it was actually landing on the 13th.  It spooked Jordana because she knew that Dracula would show himself on the 13th.

 

Later that day Alfred came over with a cart.  “I’ve got tasty apples here,” he said, saveuring one in his hand.  *Crunch*

 

It wasn’t until later did Jordana give in to an apple.  A tasty sweet and juicy apple.

 

“How are you doing,” said a drunk Alfred.  “Oh I’m fine, I’m here in this dark and dreary castle, with this dark and dreary Vampiress.”  “All she wants to do is suck my blood, but she won’t even cook me a brownie.”

 

“Have you been drinking….?”

 

“Oh, and I just fought a Werewolve, killed several people for your sustinence, and danced with an omnipotent being.  Oh but no one cares about typical Alfred.  He’s not important because he used to be a butler in his early life.”

 

“You know, you’re sexy when you complain,” said Jordana crawling around the couch.  “Maybe we should get that alcohol out of you, and bring yourself upstairs.”  As she walked up the winding stairs.

 

Part II

 

The Guardians of the Light

 

Spirit Ch. 1

 

The spirit dwellers on Middle earth, looked for lights in the skies.  They prayed to the light.

 

Native Giants wreaked havoc on their lands.

 

The streets held people under umbrellas avoiding a heavy Paris rain.

 

Crossrocks  Ch. 2

 

There were rock collectors and people who could mask dark energy.

 

A painter came to town and was sought after to paint in the cathedrals.

 

Dark Energy Heroes Ch. 3

 

StarCast

 

Short Story on Hawking’s Ideas … (Unresearched)

Q’her came in contact with survivors and the surviving people under the water to the energy to the explosions…. The dark energy was born.  It was ironic the life given, wasn’t given rather lost four years passed on an odyssey - back to the beginning, to the hole, to the nothiness, the lost wings couldn’t believe they were there because the explosion had not met the energy yet.

 

Lost Energy

 

Findings …

 

Eternity's leftovers lost children from far to the peace, entering wares and trekkerings hands to the talismans of search for equality in soul and thirst to improve one's knowledge of this realm of existence. 

 

Lost energies Finds

 

Eternity's leftovers - lost children from to the far of peace, entering the war of trekkers and finding a second equality …

 

1 - Ane

2- Disc

10 - Len

 

Carter Hughes Loury

 

In my opinion - Humanities peak is not the defeat, rather new technology that extends life from man’s idea of itself and man’s idea of its creator.

 

The capturing of others - people want more.  By unity a lefter way we encapsulate the future - to matters now for we get, externally or interracially different and that we also show weakness the vises and the vanity of trying to be forever new.  By following Jimmy Carter, we know that we see things as if someone else’s freedom does not detract from our own.  Someone who takes forever for the poor - their future is jealousy and is worse putting men in jail for living different lives than your own.

 

The letter states as an Atlantean with unlimited choices as far as what to do at the peak of the peak and the peak of the pinacle we are bound to jealousy simple because we already need more than what we become.  Until we get beyond what we see.

 

The journey to mars with Jimmy Carter’s letter.  The 42nd President - we as leaders don’t believe in humanity but only its purpose to spread beyond what we have and to be something greater than archaic morality to the drums of music and to the building of great Roman cities times and the damn progress of Greek legends and reason.  Until our vanities want us we will be complete.

 

For others think we will be great, or immortal because giving in cannot and is not better than getting to forever or knowing because we have accomplished similarly tough things.  The worlds goes to the Captain of the Titanic (or the Titanic II) that will most likely get beyond our solar system, truly beyond, but if we fail because we will overpopulate it like the Old World (Europe) the new world (America) and the future (an envisioned army, armada or state … whatever we choose …) will take the belief and false pretence of our dreams, what we will be will be ethical or terran or ruins of all.

 

After an Absolute Odyssey to Mars

 

The Carter airport was formed.  The Timura - the Stefanse and Cascadia cities on islands were built and an Ariel to Mars was created for people to colonize it.

 

After arriving the new broadcast could enter the Sun - the radio waves would enter the Sun and amplify its burning.

 

This amplification could be heard by special races very intune to the sound of the Universe at the edges of our solar system - nebulas and galaxy too.

 

The foreshadows of the Valley of Darkly-Hood.

 

But the fact that people don’t need government outside envisioned contracts - that as an outside oversigned contract with the galaxy as a species we can evolve only beyond our vanities.  The medal will be lost or never found at all.

 

Cybernetics

 

… there were now those who had owings or envisioned for those that known cybernetic engineering had most likely already destroyed the dreams of millions.  The Queen for her most loyal was an envisionment of perfection.

 

The Borg (humanities) and the Cork’s (Clockwork’s Orange) as well as the Cy-Loches (Vulcanicity) and speculative other had ensured that the design of these bodies and their inner workings - organs and all would live on through the ever infiniteness of the Universe

 

The Borg annihilated the rumors that categorization are over taking us all.

 

…. Acadia travelled across Delta Vega, the lost Nightingale was there, surveying the damage.

 

The Girl

 

She’d write all night, then things would come to fruition.  Actualizing things around her.  The lost stones, when added up, created a circle of mystical power.

 

Also, the greatest of the lights, like a voidless light around the forestland protected her.  She was a guardian of light and a fortressgirl of the merland people.

 

Foresters, folk that would raid the forest and steal its stones, took a raid on the old berry patch, where she would find her antidotes to ailments.

 

She called herself Song-girl.

Song-girl

 

She sang a choir

 

“At midnight

Passes the secret

The clock clicks

An evil sick

Moon that reveals

A clear silver

Of gold and pale liver

Destroy its evil

And open a glimpse

Of the freedom

The sky fills with

Love but strikes a fire

Of the liar.”

 

She wrote a song to destroy the evil

 

Axiom

 

The land lay washed with broken pieces of the mountains.  Skyscrapers lay in ruins from the destruction of wars.  The sky was gray and muddy from ancient pollution.

 

Axiom was searching for a transfuser to fix her motorcycle.  While lying, a feeling if great energy, wind and light took over him.  Out of the light, stepping a man with large wings, a long white robe and cherry hair with grey sparkled in it.  The sky darkened as crime seemed to be near.

Inkboy - the Stolen Pen

 

He picked it up looking at the material feather on the end, chisseler end of the other dripping in pen.  There was a small residue left.  He picked a piece of paper out of his pocket. 

 

The ink dripped on.  He tried writing something, but it just glowed with shivering light then died out.  “What is the scret to this?” he asked himself.

 

He tried writing somtehing. Thinking about the world beyond this swamp desert.

 

He ddin’t finish the sentence but just then a path appears, exactly what he wanted.  He was going to begin with “Here - I am.”  Now he appeared to be getting somewhere.  “The trees open up revealing the sky and open meadows” - it became so.

 

Firecracker

 

He came out in the fall.  Dressed in red robes.  He carried a cross with him at all times.  Jordana scattered him.

 

Smoke

 

The smoke steamed from the mansion’s furnace.  Jordana was lying on the sofa.  Picking at her teeth.

 

Magick

 

He called himself Magick.  He would make cards out of his bag, given to him by angels.  From then on - he was on his own - the world had been overcome by street violence.

 

The Darkness of the 4th District was coming on.  He’d have to be back to his home before the guards came out.  A pack of dogs came out first to scare off any rebels that wanted to test curfew.

 

Miracle Eyes

 

Her eyes filled with joy when she saw Alfred.  She was the old lady who had loved Alfred when he was mortal.  Until Alfred became a vampire and would kill the werewolf taking over the mansion, she had been his lover.  She would follow him wherever he went until he noticed her soul.  She had long red hair and a blue complexion of the veil she stood behind.

 

Alfred long awaited the heroes that would come.  With them they could retake the town and reclaim its demonic roots.  At one time there lived several villas of vampires.  All waiting for Dracula.  But then, the neighbouring town thought the Vampires were going to take over the county, so they came in with pickets and torches and burned all the houses.  The only house they left was Jordana’s because a human girl lived there.  She was left untouched by the Vampire’s because she wished to be human when she was born, so they never bit her.  It was some stoic stoicism.  So when all the Vampires were gone, the girl, to spite the town’s people, turned to black magic and turned herself white, into a young vampire and lived until this day.  This was Jordana’s story.