You summoned us, the largest head said. “I did.” We are in debt. Your desire is our command. “I need someone to die.” Do you have what’s needed? He held his hand out, revealed a hairbrush. It burst into fire. It’s done. He walked up the stairs to his house…
I am going to start this section,with the technical side of these boxes. To show how precise in design they are. We have to understand that there was no room whatsoever for error, when constructing these boxes, any tiny deviation and the whole box would be incorrect in design. Twenty five of these boxes were […]
via The Serapeum of Saqqara part two. — MKW Explores Ancient Places
He ran thought the forest, black like a tomb. He stumbled and fell. The village had been empty, dead bodies lying around. The plague had wiped it clean. He got out of there, as fast as he could. Death was hanging in the air, lurking in the ground. It always does when the sickness had passed by. Evil forces stayed around. He came out into an opening. The ground felt moist, almost wet, giving in when he stepped. Something came flowing up from the dirt. Like smoke, yet solid. Darker than the darkness itself….
He got into a hotel. ran up the stairs. He fought his way past screaming guests and staff, climbed the fence to get further. The dust got thicker. People more scarce. A piccolo coughing in a corner. A cleaner crying, praying. He covered his mouth with his shirt, his lungs could hardly breath. Some shadows running by, screaming, coughing. Falling bricks and blocks crushing their way towards the ground. Somewhere above daylight pierced through the concrete fog surrounding him. Above him floated a monster, a ghostlike female of destruction. She stared into nothing, beyond it all, as if she was longing, searching for something that wasn’t there.
[Photo: Some of my Indie & Signed book collection] I’ve loved reading for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never really thought much about why until a recent interview I did with S. P. Oldham. She asked tough and interesting questions which took me on a stroll down my book memory lane. […]
They danced in a clearing in the woods, danced in silence. Seven naked bodies, seven naked souls. Now the oldest one sang a song in a forbidden language. The fire came alive. The screams of ecstasy could be heard through the woods as She stroke them, caressed them, whipped them into trance. They were there, […]
-Shut up, man! This is all your fault! If you hadn’t been talking all the fucking time, we would have been back in town with the rest of the group now with beautiful photos of the waterfall. -So now it’s my fault? You’re the one who… Wait… What’s that? The two travellers stared in awe. This was far better than any waterfall. -A monument of a lost civilization. I can’t believe this! They had been lost in the jungles for days, getting deeper and deeper in the more they tried to get out. -I think we’ve discovered something totally new man! The carvings looked like they had been formed by nature itself, but they were too figurative to be a coincidence. Two eyes were staring down on them from above a mouth formed cave entrance. -What could be in there? I don’t know, but I don’t really like the look on that face… -You’re such a coward. Come on, let’s go have a look! -Wait! Don’t….
In the shadows of winter, bark becomes prominent in diffused light the roughness of cold air, with vague memories of life lived in green we pray for the life of the sun, to be lifted again. Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies
“Good afternoon, I’m James Muck, and this is Channel Eight News. Strange reports are coming in from down town today. Our reporter is down there, circling the skies in a helicopter. What’s happening, Michael?” “There seems to be some kind of infestation down here, James. Some kind of…. blubs lying on top of the buildings!” “We’re seeing them, Michael. Quite a sight. What are they?” “I have no idea, but they do not seem like anything of this world… Oh my god…” “What’s happening down there, Michael?” “They’re eating the buildings…
Egocentrism–The tendency of people to be concerned above all with their own values,beliefs, and well-being. Today, I am 20 year 3 months 24 days 13 hour and 5 minutes old. In this lifetime, I have experienced that If you talk to anyone either it is a group of people or a single person, whatver you […]
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