Missy
My darling Missy fell into our lives, but I am a strong believer in ‘Meant To Be’. I firmly believe she was destined to be our beautiful baby. Our cat, Tommy, had a funny relationship, he did love he, and did mourn her passing. But, as she was an older dog, her vision and hearing were not that great. We witnessed him sitting on the table with her obliviously lying on the floor beneath him. He would gently swipe his paw over her head, surely thinking, “You know I could if I wanted to”.
She was my gorgeous baby, a Chihuahua X, but long haired and exquisite.
We were lucky enough to have her in our lives for ? years. That was until she began to suffer seizures. Which were terrifying for us, but, thankfully, I don’t think she was even aware she was having them, or had had them. Every night we awoke to painful shrieks, the sound of which I will never forget. We would sit with her until she came to. The weird thing was, that the next morning there would be no sign of what had taken place the night before. I lost count of how many times we took her to the vet, who gave us all manner of medications, but nothing worked.
After a time, she began to have them during the day also, it was heartbreaking to watch, I just felt so helpless. One day, I remember telling my mother that I thought she had suffered enough. She rang the vet, and a time was made for later that day. We had that time with her. My sister and niece came over and we lavished love upon her. Then the time had arrived, we couldn’t put it off any longer. We took her to the RSPCA. The people there were wonderful, and took us into a private room where we were able to say our final goodbyes. Then, a kind nurse entered, and we knew it was time, there had already been so many tears shed, but many more to come.
Moving us now to a veterinary room. This was it. Our last moments spent with her. A little patch was shaved off of her leg and a needle was placed there. The chemical was flushed through this point. She stopped breathing, and I remember asking, “Is she gone?” The nice lady told me she had, then I asked, through my tears, “Did she feel any pain?” she told me no, and left us to mourn.
We sat in that small room with her tiny, now lifeless body and bawled. Finally, the tears subsided somewhat, she wasn’t in any discomfort anymore.
She was at peace.
We took her home and buried her in a lovely spot in the garden. To be with us.
Forevermore.
She was my gorgeous baby, a Chihuahua X, but long haired and exquisite.
We were lucky enough to have her in our lives for ? years. That was until she began to suffer seizures. Which were terrifying for us, but, thankfully, I don’t think she was even aware she was having them, or had had them. Every night we awoke to painful shrieks, the sound of which I will never forget. We would sit with her until she came to. The weird thing was, that the next morning there would be no sign of what had taken place the night before. I lost count of how many times we took her to the vet, who gave us all manner of medications, but nothing worked.
After a time, she began to have them during the day also, it was heartbreaking to watch, I just felt so helpless. One day, I remember telling my mother that I thought she had suffered enough. She rang the vet, and a time was made for later that day. We had that time with her. My sister and niece came over and we lavished love upon her. Then the time had arrived, we couldn’t put it off any longer. We took her to the RSPCA. The people there were wonderful, and took us into a private room where we were able to say our final goodbyes. Then, a kind nurse entered, and we knew it was time, there had already been so many tears shed, but many more to come.
Moving us now to a veterinary room. This was it. Our last moments spent with her. A little patch was shaved off of her leg and a needle was placed there. The chemical was flushed through this point. She stopped breathing, and I remember asking, “Is she gone?” The nice lady told me she had, then I asked, through my tears, “Did she feel any pain?” she told me no, and left us to mourn.
We sat in that small room with her tiny, now lifeless body and bawled. Finally, the tears subsided somewhat, she wasn’t in any discomfort anymore.
She was at peace.
We took her home and buried her in a lovely spot in the garden. To be with us.
Forevermore.
Apocalypse
The stained yellow street light flickered, a spar appeared, then a flurry of sparks lit up the darkened alley. A Portal opened and lit up the surrounding slimy walls and littered the ground below. The fiery portal, which rose up from the depths of Hell opened. The 7 Dark Angels had risen. With their hollow, dead faces shrouded in the tattered red hoods of their black robes. Sent forth by Memon, the son of the Devil, immediately they set about their dastardly work, to wreak havoc on the world as we know it. Strange and bizarre occurrences begin to take place worldwide, plague like horrors occur globally. Dark forces are at work.
In the hip suburb of St Kilda, fish drive themselves up on to the beach where seagulls feast upon their now rotting carcasses. The stench of death hangs thick in the air, the locals know not why their taps now run red with blood, and their gardens blacken from an unknown sickness.
Harmony Harris lives a peaceful life in Acland Street, just above her trendy Café adding to the vibrancy of St Kilda. Her barista skill were second to none, and her customers came from far and wide just to sample her liquid gold. This……this is the Harmony she allows the world to see.
Harmony is completely unaware of her Pagan heritage, of who she will become, of who she will need to become. A powerful White Witch, coming from a long line of mighty Witches. She worships Nature, the God, and the Goddess, father Sun and mother Moon. She must learn how to use her power over the Elements to defeat the/this ????????????.
Standing at 5foot 7inches, her long blonde dreadlocks trail down her back over her colourful clothes that are adorned with tassels and mirrors. Her love of animals have coloured her journey, always owning a menagerie of pets. But to Harmony….they were her family, and always despised anyone who could harm, maim or kill these peaceful beasts.
For as long as she could remember, she has had powerful visions of Demons and Chaos, and would dream of a world on fire. She is much more powerful that she knows.
Arc Angel Gabriel and Arc Angel Michael have been watching the growing darkness with great interest. They are taunted by the Dark Angels, who influence innocent people to beat, rape and murder others in ritualistic ways. Unable to sit idly by any longer, they descend down from Heaven and take on human form, but their Heavenly powers lose none of their potency.
Memon sets about influencing good people into doing dastardly deeds. Killing, maiming, and turning on their family and friends. These callous attacks continue ceaselessly until the Arc Angels curb these evil doings by doing some influencing of their own. Sensing their presence, Memon is angered and immediately sends forth a plague of locusts which descend down upon the world. Micheal thwarts this most evil of deeds by ridding the Earth of this pestilence. Angered further, Memon then creates an incurable plague and unleashes it on the unsuspecting world. The Arc Angels in turn cure them all. This bloodshed continues until the two Angels have had enough of watching this endless suffering. They have had enough of watching the people of the world callously beat, rape and kill their brethren. In an unprecedented frenzy of unprovoked attacks. Memon is pleased, his evil plan is coming to fruition.
Gabriel and Micheal impede this flow of violence, like a sadistic game, Memon creates more and more elaborate fiendish plots while the Arc Angels continue to stem this tide of wickedness.
Harmony’s long day is finally over having finally finished the arduous task of cleaning and packing up her Café. Locking the doors and windows tight, she always had a tendency to check and double check these things. Yawning, Harmony made her way upstairs to her apartment above her street level Café.
Her babies were there to greet her, Snow, Shadow and Midnight. They smooched around her legs purring like freight trains. “Ok…..ok….” she laughed as she took down their food from the top shelf. The tassels on her sleeves swung from the sudden movement. With her babies fed and happy, Harmony entered her place of Zen, her meditation room. She sat cross-legged in front of her alter, talking and praying to her Gods. The Sun and the Moon, the God and the Goddess. Harmony had amassed quite a collection of Crystals over the years, from the common to the very rare, and were scattered throughout her apartment. What she did not have here she had made into lavish jewellery which adorned her neck, wrists, ears, ankles, and wherever else her creative mind could come up with. Once her meditation was over, Harmony woke as from a dream, yawned, stretched and stood up. Tired from her busy day, she crawled into her four poster bed.
Then….the dreams began. Ever since Harmony was a child she had had the same dream over…and over again. Night after night. Horrific dreams of a world on fire, which crept into her waking thought. Of Demons and Chaos. Night…after night…after night, she awoke in a cold sweat, shivering. It had been all she had ever known, never, had she revealed to another living soul the demonic dreams that plagued her for her entire life. It wasn’t exactly the best conversation starter.
The sunlight steamed in through the window and on to Harmony’s face. She stirred, then yawned loudly. This is exactly what her felines had been waiting for. They began the dutiful task of gently patting Harmony’s face with their paws, then the purring in her face began. The love tapped her bare skin. “Okay……..okay........ ……….I’m awake guys !!” Their work accomplished, the satisfied felines gracefully leapt from the bed in search of somewhere sunny to snooze. Leaving a half awake Harmony sitting up in bed, yawning again, she stretched from the tips of her fingers, to the tips of her toes. Leaping from her four poster bed, Harmony made a beeline for her partner in crime. Her elaborate Coffee Machine. She, half asleep as she was, began adeptly creating her caffeine fix, her work of art, her masterpiece. Moving out to sit in the sun on her balcony overlooking Acland Street. Harmony began daydreaming…at least these weren’t plagued by darkness. Her thoughts were interrupted by an all in brawl that broke out on the footpath below her. Shocked to see something like this happening in her neighbourhood, she ducked down so as not to be seen. Her breathing was hoarse and so hot it burnt her throat. Then….silence. Now….Harmony is nothing but curious, and just couldn’t help herself, she snuck a peek. Unable to even comprehend what she had seen, bodies now littered the street below and blood soaked the pavement. Harmony was inconsolable, how could all those people have just snapped like that ?? She had always felt things very intensely, “All those poor people….” She thought to herself. When suddenly, she remembered something from her dreams the night before. It had been somehow different from the others. What was it ?? What was it ?? Of course…there had had been Angels in it !! Her mouth opened in realisation, she remembered they had spoken to her. Then it all came back in a flood, there had been two Angels that had come to her. Arc Angel Gabriel and Arc Angel Michael, they had told her that she was the key, the key to ending all of this bloodshed. She was deep in thought when suddenly, in a flash of pure white light, they appeared. It was almost as though she knew they were coming and turned to behold them. They seemed to glow in a halo of pure white light. “We have been watching over you since the day you were born, keeping you safe from the Devil….and his henchmen. It was written in the scriptures, of a powerful White Witch, who would arise with the power within her to send the Devil and his minions back to the depths of Hell. It was as though she had heard this before, they went on to describe a prophecy, of a White Witch, born of the White Witches who had come before her.
It all made so much sense to Harmony, all of the fragmented pieces finally fit together.
Arc Angel Michael revealed to her that Memon was attempting to bring about Hell on Earth, fire and brimstone. “We need your sway over the Earth, the Air, Fire and Water to defeat him.
And so began Harmony’s education, her crash course, of exactly how these powers of hers over the Elements worked. Not needing much guidance it seemed she had already inadvertently taught herself these lessons unknowingly. Harmony took a deep breath and centred herself. In a ???? of concentration, she began rubbing her hands together. Soon, she created a pale flame that danced as it flickered upon her palm. Then, clicking her fingers, it extinguished. “Not bad….not bad at all. Your ability is strong. Wanting to practice these new ‘skills’, she turned and opened the window. Taking in a deep breath, she then blew it out with such force that trees in the distance bent over with the force. Harmony nodded, impressed with herself, nodded and then walked over to her kitchen sink. Holding her hand, palm down over the plughole, she closed her eyes. Drawing the water from deep within the pipes, she created intricate and beautiful funnels. Opening her eyes and looking at the Angels, the water fell lifelessly back into the sink. Still looking at them, “I think I should save my Earth power until I really need it” she suggested. “Splendid !!” nodded Arc Angel Michael, looking at Arc Angel Gabriel, who nodded. “I think we are ready…ready to take the fight to their doorstep.”
The Arc Angels knew exactly how to locate this doorstep, informing Harmony, “we just follow the stench of death”.
Walking down the now unrecognisable street, Arc Angel Michael stuck his nose in the air and sniffed deeply. He then proceeded to lead them down the many now abandoned streets, stopping only to sniff the air with his head half cocked.
Finally they stood in front of derelict building, “The trail just ends here.” He told them. Looking at Harmony, then at Arc Angel Gabriel, their eyes trailed their way up the tall building.
Suddenly….all 7 Dark Angels materialised behind them, Michael looked at Gabriel and said to Harmony, “We’ve got these disciples of the Devil, you go, find Memon.” With a look making sure they were ok, she raised her arms as her feet began to lift up off the ground. Her eyes lit with an eerie green fire and in a speed like the wind, she brought the fight directly to Memon. Now standing before him, she raised her arms and brought hurricane force winds to his hooves. Stumbling, Memon almost lost his feet, without hesitation, Harmony clicked her fingers and created a pure green flame that licked and flickered on her palm. Suddenly, she hit him with a fireball so large that it encompassed him completely. Memon shrieked in agony, Harmony only smiled a knowing smile.
It was time to send this son of the Devil back to Hell. Memon was caught unaware and unprepared, he had not anticipated Harmony’s powers. With a mere stamp of her foot, the ground beneath him opened up in fiery anger and the flames licked at his hooves. He was not bothered by the heat, he was born of it and laughed. Harmony smiled too, she smiled while she knelt down and placed her hands upon the Earth itself. It began to rumble, then the earth shook with her fury. Memon again just laughed his evil laugh, “Is that all you’ve got” He snarled incredulously. Harmony shrugged and then smashed both fists upon the ground creating giant cracks in the earth itself. Appearing and then growing. Memon snorted in disgust. Then Harmony placed her hands back on the earth. Closing her eyes and taking in a long, slow breath, she began to glow. Again the Earth shook, but with much more power than before. A giant crack zigzagged its way across the ground/floor. Memon was too busy laughing his evil laugh and didn’t see the precipice, and he over balanced. The look of fear on his face was unmistakable, as flames licked at his scaled skin he toppled into the widening crack, back into Hell itself. As they slowly consumed him, his agonising screams suddenly silenced.
Arc Angels Gabriel and Michael appeared beside her, looking somewhat worse for wear. Their angelic robes were burnt and torn. Harmony fell to her knees, exhausted. Looking up into their angelic faces she implored “ Did we do it?? Did we just send the son of the Devil back to Hell ??” Arc Angel Gabriel merely nodded, if but a bit wearily.
To be continued.............
In the hip suburb of St Kilda, fish drive themselves up on to the beach where seagulls feast upon their now rotting carcasses. The stench of death hangs thick in the air, the locals know not why their taps now run red with blood, and their gardens blacken from an unknown sickness.
Harmony Harris lives a peaceful life in Acland Street, just above her trendy Café adding to the vibrancy of St Kilda. Her barista skill were second to none, and her customers came from far and wide just to sample her liquid gold. This……this is the Harmony she allows the world to see.
Harmony is completely unaware of her Pagan heritage, of who she will become, of who she will need to become. A powerful White Witch, coming from a long line of mighty Witches. She worships Nature, the God, and the Goddess, father Sun and mother Moon. She must learn how to use her power over the Elements to defeat the/this ????????????.
Standing at 5foot 7inches, her long blonde dreadlocks trail down her back over her colourful clothes that are adorned with tassels and mirrors. Her love of animals have coloured her journey, always owning a menagerie of pets. But to Harmony….they were her family, and always despised anyone who could harm, maim or kill these peaceful beasts.
For as long as she could remember, she has had powerful visions of Demons and Chaos, and would dream of a world on fire. She is much more powerful that she knows.
Arc Angel Gabriel and Arc Angel Michael have been watching the growing darkness with great interest. They are taunted by the Dark Angels, who influence innocent people to beat, rape and murder others in ritualistic ways. Unable to sit idly by any longer, they descend down from Heaven and take on human form, but their Heavenly powers lose none of their potency.
Memon sets about influencing good people into doing dastardly deeds. Killing, maiming, and turning on their family and friends. These callous attacks continue ceaselessly until the Arc Angels curb these evil doings by doing some influencing of their own. Sensing their presence, Memon is angered and immediately sends forth a plague of locusts which descend down upon the world. Micheal thwarts this most evil of deeds by ridding the Earth of this pestilence. Angered further, Memon then creates an incurable plague and unleashes it on the unsuspecting world. The Arc Angels in turn cure them all. This bloodshed continues until the two Angels have had enough of watching this endless suffering. They have had enough of watching the people of the world callously beat, rape and kill their brethren. In an unprecedented frenzy of unprovoked attacks. Memon is pleased, his evil plan is coming to fruition.
Gabriel and Micheal impede this flow of violence, like a sadistic game, Memon creates more and more elaborate fiendish plots while the Arc Angels continue to stem this tide of wickedness.
Harmony’s long day is finally over having finally finished the arduous task of cleaning and packing up her Café. Locking the doors and windows tight, she always had a tendency to check and double check these things. Yawning, Harmony made her way upstairs to her apartment above her street level Café.
Her babies were there to greet her, Snow, Shadow and Midnight. They smooched around her legs purring like freight trains. “Ok…..ok….” she laughed as she took down their food from the top shelf. The tassels on her sleeves swung from the sudden movement. With her babies fed and happy, Harmony entered her place of Zen, her meditation room. She sat cross-legged in front of her alter, talking and praying to her Gods. The Sun and the Moon, the God and the Goddess. Harmony had amassed quite a collection of Crystals over the years, from the common to the very rare, and were scattered throughout her apartment. What she did not have here she had made into lavish jewellery which adorned her neck, wrists, ears, ankles, and wherever else her creative mind could come up with. Once her meditation was over, Harmony woke as from a dream, yawned, stretched and stood up. Tired from her busy day, she crawled into her four poster bed.
Then….the dreams began. Ever since Harmony was a child she had had the same dream over…and over again. Night after night. Horrific dreams of a world on fire, which crept into her waking thought. Of Demons and Chaos. Night…after night…after night, she awoke in a cold sweat, shivering. It had been all she had ever known, never, had she revealed to another living soul the demonic dreams that plagued her for her entire life. It wasn’t exactly the best conversation starter.
The sunlight steamed in through the window and on to Harmony’s face. She stirred, then yawned loudly. This is exactly what her felines had been waiting for. They began the dutiful task of gently patting Harmony’s face with their paws, then the purring in her face began. The love tapped her bare skin. “Okay……..okay........ ……….I’m awake guys !!” Their work accomplished, the satisfied felines gracefully leapt from the bed in search of somewhere sunny to snooze. Leaving a half awake Harmony sitting up in bed, yawning again, she stretched from the tips of her fingers, to the tips of her toes. Leaping from her four poster bed, Harmony made a beeline for her partner in crime. Her elaborate Coffee Machine. She, half asleep as she was, began adeptly creating her caffeine fix, her work of art, her masterpiece. Moving out to sit in the sun on her balcony overlooking Acland Street. Harmony began daydreaming…at least these weren’t plagued by darkness. Her thoughts were interrupted by an all in brawl that broke out on the footpath below her. Shocked to see something like this happening in her neighbourhood, she ducked down so as not to be seen. Her breathing was hoarse and so hot it burnt her throat. Then….silence. Now….Harmony is nothing but curious, and just couldn’t help herself, she snuck a peek. Unable to even comprehend what she had seen, bodies now littered the street below and blood soaked the pavement. Harmony was inconsolable, how could all those people have just snapped like that ?? She had always felt things very intensely, “All those poor people….” She thought to herself. When suddenly, she remembered something from her dreams the night before. It had been somehow different from the others. What was it ?? What was it ?? Of course…there had had been Angels in it !! Her mouth opened in realisation, she remembered they had spoken to her. Then it all came back in a flood, there had been two Angels that had come to her. Arc Angel Gabriel and Arc Angel Michael, they had told her that she was the key, the key to ending all of this bloodshed. She was deep in thought when suddenly, in a flash of pure white light, they appeared. It was almost as though she knew they were coming and turned to behold them. They seemed to glow in a halo of pure white light. “We have been watching over you since the day you were born, keeping you safe from the Devil….and his henchmen. It was written in the scriptures, of a powerful White Witch, who would arise with the power within her to send the Devil and his minions back to the depths of Hell. It was as though she had heard this before, they went on to describe a prophecy, of a White Witch, born of the White Witches who had come before her.
It all made so much sense to Harmony, all of the fragmented pieces finally fit together.
Arc Angel Michael revealed to her that Memon was attempting to bring about Hell on Earth, fire and brimstone. “We need your sway over the Earth, the Air, Fire and Water to defeat him.
And so began Harmony’s education, her crash course, of exactly how these powers of hers over the Elements worked. Not needing much guidance it seemed she had already inadvertently taught herself these lessons unknowingly. Harmony took a deep breath and centred herself. In a ???? of concentration, she began rubbing her hands together. Soon, she created a pale flame that danced as it flickered upon her palm. Then, clicking her fingers, it extinguished. “Not bad….not bad at all. Your ability is strong. Wanting to practice these new ‘skills’, she turned and opened the window. Taking in a deep breath, she then blew it out with such force that trees in the distance bent over with the force. Harmony nodded, impressed with herself, nodded and then walked over to her kitchen sink. Holding her hand, palm down over the plughole, she closed her eyes. Drawing the water from deep within the pipes, she created intricate and beautiful funnels. Opening her eyes and looking at the Angels, the water fell lifelessly back into the sink. Still looking at them, “I think I should save my Earth power until I really need it” she suggested. “Splendid !!” nodded Arc Angel Michael, looking at Arc Angel Gabriel, who nodded. “I think we are ready…ready to take the fight to their doorstep.”
The Arc Angels knew exactly how to locate this doorstep, informing Harmony, “we just follow the stench of death”.
Walking down the now unrecognisable street, Arc Angel Michael stuck his nose in the air and sniffed deeply. He then proceeded to lead them down the many now abandoned streets, stopping only to sniff the air with his head half cocked.
Finally they stood in front of derelict building, “The trail just ends here.” He told them. Looking at Harmony, then at Arc Angel Gabriel, their eyes trailed their way up the tall building.
Suddenly….all 7 Dark Angels materialised behind them, Michael looked at Gabriel and said to Harmony, “We’ve got these disciples of the Devil, you go, find Memon.” With a look making sure they were ok, she raised her arms as her feet began to lift up off the ground. Her eyes lit with an eerie green fire and in a speed like the wind, she brought the fight directly to Memon. Now standing before him, she raised her arms and brought hurricane force winds to his hooves. Stumbling, Memon almost lost his feet, without hesitation, Harmony clicked her fingers and created a pure green flame that licked and flickered on her palm. Suddenly, she hit him with a fireball so large that it encompassed him completely. Memon shrieked in agony, Harmony only smiled a knowing smile.
It was time to send this son of the Devil back to Hell. Memon was caught unaware and unprepared, he had not anticipated Harmony’s powers. With a mere stamp of her foot, the ground beneath him opened up in fiery anger and the flames licked at his hooves. He was not bothered by the heat, he was born of it and laughed. Harmony smiled too, she smiled while she knelt down and placed her hands upon the Earth itself. It began to rumble, then the earth shook with her fury. Memon again just laughed his evil laugh, “Is that all you’ve got” He snarled incredulously. Harmony shrugged and then smashed both fists upon the ground creating giant cracks in the earth itself. Appearing and then growing. Memon snorted in disgust. Then Harmony placed her hands back on the earth. Closing her eyes and taking in a long, slow breath, she began to glow. Again the Earth shook, but with much more power than before. A giant crack zigzagged its way across the ground/floor. Memon was too busy laughing his evil laugh and didn’t see the precipice, and he over balanced. The look of fear on his face was unmistakable, as flames licked at his scaled skin he toppled into the widening crack, back into Hell itself. As they slowly consumed him, his agonising screams suddenly silenced.
Arc Angels Gabriel and Michael appeared beside her, looking somewhat worse for wear. Their angelic robes were burnt and torn. Harmony fell to her knees, exhausted. Looking up into their angelic faces she implored “ Did we do it?? Did we just send the son of the Devil back to Hell ??” Arc Angel Gabriel merely nodded, if but a bit wearily.
To be continued.............
MUM
….You gave me life
You gave me love
You know, that unconditional kind
That kind that never dies,
That kind that lives on through those long years
Always and forever you have been there for me
No matter what shit I threw at you
You stayed strong, you stayed true
Your inner strength has given me the strength
The strength to live my live
Through the adversity I have faced
I smile
I smile at those I frown at me
To all those who smile at me
I smile back
MUM……..
You’ve been there, you’ve seen it all
Through all the shit I’ve dragged you through
You’ve seen me do it all, the good, the bad + the downright ugly
Only a Mother would suffer through all I put you through
And still stand on my side and hold my hand
ONLY A MOTHER
My Mother
You gave me love
You know, that unconditional kind
That kind that never dies,
That kind that lives on through those long years
Always and forever you have been there for me
No matter what shit I threw at you
You stayed strong, you stayed true
Your inner strength has given me the strength
The strength to live my live
Through the adversity I have faced
I smile
I smile at those I frown at me
To all those who smile at me
I smile back
MUM……..
You’ve been there, you’ve seen it all
Through all the shit I’ve dragged you through
You’ve seen me do it all, the good, the bad + the downright ugly
Only a Mother would suffer through all I put you through
And still stand on my side and hold my hand
ONLY A MOTHER
My Mother
Protest
The wait was excruciating. We all just wanted to be out there. Taking it to the streets, but, there was yet just so much to be done. Still so much more to plan, placards and signs to paint and such. So we lovingly toiled away on our tools of protest, and, finally, they had been completed. Glancing around at them, we were all satisfied that they each sent the exact message we had meant them to. That this nuclear testing in France must be prohibited.
For all who shared this beautiful and fragile planet, and all those who are yet to share it. For every living thing that was, is, and yet to be. It was time. Time to take this battle for our one and only Earth to the streets. As each of us filed past the table, we each picked up our previously painted signs of protest and uplifted them proudly. Just wanting to be out there I suppose. As the doors were opened, and the sunlight streamed into the room, three by three, out we stepped into that bright sunshine. It was truly a relief to all that it was such a splendid day. As we marched, we grew substantially in numbers.
The overwhelming and undeniable power of so many people, with the same goal. The same mission. We were sending a message, that this just will not be tolerated. Our peaceful chants of protest echoed through the streets of Melbourne. They echoed down each and every street and laneway, all the way down to Parliament House itself. Holding our signs of protest up high, our combined and united voices could be heard over the hum of the vibrant city of Melbourne. The soft odour of sweat and passion filled the air. All could savour that taste. And it tasted of victory. We…..the people marched…..and we chanted our way down to the politicians. Thrusting our signs and placards higher into the sky. Our many faceted, multicultural brethren brought our important message to the people. Here we picketed all day and into the evening, until our message was finally heard.
For all who shared this beautiful and fragile planet, and all those who are yet to share it. For every living thing that was, is, and yet to be. It was time. Time to take this battle for our one and only Earth to the streets. As each of us filed past the table, we each picked up our previously painted signs of protest and uplifted them proudly. Just wanting to be out there I suppose. As the doors were opened, and the sunlight streamed into the room, three by three, out we stepped into that bright sunshine. It was truly a relief to all that it was such a splendid day. As we marched, we grew substantially in numbers.
The overwhelming and undeniable power of so many people, with the same goal. The same mission. We were sending a message, that this just will not be tolerated. Our peaceful chants of protest echoed through the streets of Melbourne. They echoed down each and every street and laneway, all the way down to Parliament House itself. Holding our signs of protest up high, our combined and united voices could be heard over the hum of the vibrant city of Melbourne. The soft odour of sweat and passion filled the air. All could savour that taste. And it tasted of victory. We…..the people marched…..and we chanted our way down to the politicians. Thrusting our signs and placards higher into the sky. Our many faceted, multicultural brethren brought our important message to the people. Here we picketed all day and into the evening, until our message was finally heard.
Now Where Did I Put That Memory of Mine
It has to be around here somewhere….but where ?? Now….when do I remember having it last ?? Mmmmmm …….well that would have to be on October the 4th of 1999. That fateful day when I lost so much more than my memory. I lost myself….and found someone else, this new me, who is SOOO much more outgoing than I ever was. But back to the problem at hand…..did I leave it on the stairs that I collapsed on….or was it at the Hospital where they operated on me ?? Mmmmm…..I’m not sure. Could it have been at Royal Talbot where I stayed for a time after The Alfred ??
I don’t even know what it is like to be able to remember !! That is probably why I am not all bitter and twisted about what I have lost. That…and the fact that this Aneurism has fundamentally changed me as a person. In EVERY way. For example….I was so painfully shy before all of this….and now…..well, you just TRY and shut me up. Go on….I dare you !! The fact that I forget where I put down my Coffee leads me to believe that it could be around here somewhere.
And then….I forget that I was ever looking for it in the first place !!
I don’t even know what it is like to be able to remember !! That is probably why I am not all bitter and twisted about what I have lost. That…and the fact that this Aneurism has fundamentally changed me as a person. In EVERY way. For example….I was so painfully shy before all of this….and now…..well, you just TRY and shut me up. Go on….I dare you !! The fact that I forget where I put down my Coffee leads me to believe that it could be around here somewhere.
And then….I forget that I was ever looking for it in the first place !!
The Beast
Eve awoke early to a silent house….an unusual occurrence for this massive, timeworn, double story Victorian. She tiptoed over the wooden floorboards so as to enjoy this peace….this quiet for as long as possible. But she knew, eventually, inevitably….this silence had to be broken. And….of course… it had to be Kristian who did so….so noiselessly. He slipped out on to their river facing balcony with his Coffee and was taking long, slow sips. She was staring out into nothing in particular when Kristian had slid open the large glass door. This broke into her thoughts, “Woah…space cadet…where did YOU just go ??” She opened her mouth, but before she could reply, another head popped itself out of the door. “Morning !! Oh….WOW….and what a morning it is” uttered Jess motioning to the bluer than blue skies. “MMM…it is pretty perfect actually” smiled Brent as he stood beside her placing an arm over her shoulders. Brent smiled, “Morning sleepy head” to which she merely grunted. Turning back inside and returning with a Coffee in hand. Simon was next to emerge, and lastly came Anthony all bleary eyed, yawning loudly and wiping the sleep out of his eyes. “So….getting back to our Once In A Lifetime, Go Big Or Go Home holiday…I’ve been thinking….what about a….round the country, staying in whatever accommodation we can find….flying by the seat of our pants…now…..wait for it…..ROAD TRIP !!” “I like it”…..Eve agreed, and there were excited nods and high fives all round. “So…is it decided then ?? We’re road tripping it ??” “I think the masses has spoken”, Simon ended with a wry smile.
There had been so much planning and debate on where exactly to go while on this trip. It was going to PERFECT !! Everybody was oh so excited, and as the weeks leading up to it, turned into days, their excitement grew exponentially.
The day had finally arrived and they had all got up extra early that morning. The ‘Party Bus, as the van was so dubbed by Brent one drunken evening, had been packed the night before so as to get as early a start the next morning as possible. There were only a few last minute items ferried on to it this bright and sunny morning. There was nothing left to do but all get on it and away they went. It felt so good to be out on the open road, they all felt their troubles simply float away on the soft breeze. There was an energised feeling amongst the ranks, and they all enjoyed the sense of freedom it gave them. The days and nights began to bleed into one another as they stayed in all manner of hotels and motels. Some were meticulously clean while others left a lot to be desired in the cleanliness department. But all were memorable in one way or another, and added to the patchwork of new and unforgettable memories they were making.
Late one grey and drizzly evening, they were on the lookout for their next beds for the night, having passed many motels that had no vacancies. When Brent spotted the flashing neon signs that read ‘Vacancy’ and ’Cheap Rooms for Rent’, everyone was relieved. Pouring out of the van, they stretched their stiff limbs in the soft rain and headed towards the door that read ‘Office’. It was a squeeze to get them all in the tiny space, the room was empty so Anthony rang the bell and they waited, until a rather dishevelled man suddenly appeared limping into the room. “Good Evening dear sir….we would like your finest room”, William turned and grinned at his friends, who smiled back, William had always been the joker of the group. Once the formalities had been taken care of, it was William who signed the paperwork. What he didn’t know…..couldn’t know, was that he had unknowingly….unwittingly signed their death warrants the moment his pen had touched that paper. Their room was right at the end of the block of rooms. Upon turning the key and opening the door they all piled in, happy to have a soft, dry bed for the night. William and Eve took the beds closest to the door, and all fell asleep practically before their heads hit the pillow. Falling into an uneasy sleep that was plagued with disturbing dreams, abruptly broken by the mechanical sounds of gears turning. Unable to figure out where these noises were coming from, they were all terrified by the unnerving sounds. Looking around wildly, not knowing what was happening. They just gaped at each other in blind terror, until the beds containing ??????? and ?????? began to close in on themselves. It all occured so fast….and so violently that there was nothing that their nauseated friends could have done. Blood trickled out from between the mattress and oozed down onto the worn carpet below. In shock at what they had just witnessed….tears flowed and hands shook. SOMEHOW…..and it took some doing, but they finally succeeded in settling themselves. Absolutely exhausted from their unnervingly disturbed night, they fell asleep, even though none among them believed they would and miraculously, managed to get themselves into a troubled sleep once more, after many tears and many more embraces.
Brent was awoken by what he did not know. He lay there staring at where the ceiling would be in the darkness. It glowed red on and off by the flashing vacancy sign. The hairs on the back of head began to stand straight up when he heard shuffling from within the wall behind his head. Brent froze and his breathing grew faster and more shallow. Eve stirred and yawned next to him and rolled over to look at him. Upon hearing the shuffling, she began to scream but Brent was able to stifle her cries. The strange shuffling abruptly ceased and was not heard again by Eve and Brent’s straining ears. Her muffled cries woke them all from their uneasy slumbers. Unable to rid themselves of the uncomfortable feeling in the pits of their stomachs that they could not explain.
As they relocated to the couches, Eve put the kettle on, no one was getting any sleep tonight anyway. Jess began to shake uncontrollably and it was Brent who fetched her a blanket and draped it over her shoulders. She nodded her appreciation to him and Brent smiled a tired smile back at her. Jess, who could not seem to settle, decided a shower was what she needed to relax her weary, tense muscles. Entering the tiny, enclosed bathroom, she disrobed and turned on the shower. Beginning to feel the unnerving night’s events washing away, she was only just beginning to relax those tired, tight muscles when the floor of the shower just vanished out from under her. Falling, well, tumbling really, end over end until she hit the ground so heavily and at such speed, there were sickening crunches in both of her legs, and her left arm as multiple bones snapped like small twigs. Screaming in agony she unable to move, but was still able to perceive she was in a small cell with crisscrossed bars. Terrified, her ever weakening hoarse screams did not reach her friends on the surface. When her voice eventually gave out, she just whimpered quietly to herself. Through her searing pain, she did not notice that those claustrophobic cell walls had begun to close in on her. Fear and panic began to take her over, and drove her to try and push back the ever encroaching bars with all the force she could muster, slicing deep into her hands. But, alas, to no avail, and as those razer sharps bars began to press upon her skin, they cut deeper and deeper into her flesh. Cutting through skin, tendon and bone with disturbing ease. Blood began oozing from her wounds, her excruciating screams grew louder and louder until abruptly ceasing as they sliced straight through her. She had been cubed, sliced and diced, for a purpose…a purpose greater than merely death.
Back up in the hotel room, everyone was in shock, the girls were still calling Jess’s name down the echo filled void in the bathroom. When Brent asked a very pertinent question. “Um…guys…” he began hoarsely…”How are we supposed to get out of here. I mean….I can’t see us walking out the way we came in.” Deep in thought, William was only really thinking out loud when he uttered, “Well….couldn’t we….I don’t know….lower ourselves down the hole where the shower “used to be…..??” Eve who had overheard him was nodding and sat down next to him, “You know what ?? That is PERFECT, and I will tell you why. That way, we don’t have to be seen going out the door, which I am POSITIVE, is being watched. Probably by cameras.” She eyed the others who were by now sitting in front of her on the adjacent bed. “Uh Uh…no thank-you” Simon shook his head, and turned away from them crossing his arms. Eve knelt on the floor in front of him, tears trickling down her face was begging of him. “Please….PLEASE….come with us” Simon was relenting a little. “Come on…” “Come on…” they all chorused together. “Fine….” Simon face crinkled into a smile. “…..I will….willingly, lower myself down a hole in a dingy little bathroom into a dark…probably rat infested tunnel…..” Road Trip Down Under…..goes….Down Under !!” Anthony ??????ed in his best David Attenborough voice, Simon couldn’t help but smile. “Oh my god….you are such a GOOSE !!” They all squeezed themselves into the tiny bathroom, then they, one by one, slowly, and very carefully began to ease themselves down the narrow decent, down the claustrophobic shaft until finally making it down into the rabbit warren of tunnels far below the cursed hotel. The moment their feet had all touched the earthen floor, it was time to move. Half running, half stumbling, they ran. They ran, and ran, until after having totally lost their bearings in the pitch black darkness, they became hopelessly lost. Turning on one another, each blaming the others for their dire predicament as they discussed their rather limited options. Which were, to turn back and pray, not to befall the same fate as their ill-fated friends, or, to continue on…..and in to the Belly of the Beast. Knowing that to turn back would be certain death at the hands of this sickeningly twisted serial killer….at this….this….Murder Motel. The problematic and difficult decision was made to continue onwards. And so they began to slowly, and arduously lower themselves down into the pitch black darkness below. No sooner had the last of their feet touched the ground, that they ran. Sprinting blindly, having to feel their way along those strangely smooth walls. The sound of footfalls echoed loudly in their ears. Suddenly a commotion behind them stopped them in their tracks. All but William who kept on running, oblivious to the rock that was the very next instant to squash him, muscle, bones and flesh….flat. Blood began pooling around the lethal rock. Eve could not contain her vomit, and turned away, heaving violently.
A pale and thin individual sits observing this entire situation unfold with a great and vested interest. His secret cameras set up at strategic turns kept him up to date on their progress. Onwards towards The One He Must Not Name…..The One He Must Not Speak Of. For he had made a deal with the Devil…a promise. 100,000 souls for his freedom. His freedom from an eternity of service. He smiled a wicked, toothless smile and rubbed his long fingered hands together with glee. It was almost done, so close to being over…he could smell it. He only had a mere few souls left to collect. His sinister, booby-trapped Hotel had not finished with them just yet. It had one more sadistic trick up ‘IT’s sleeve.
And as the last three very jaded travellers still left standing drew closer to the end. Step after exhausted step, they plodded on. So broken they were, they could barely keep putting one foot after the other. In a muddled daze, it was Anthony who lead…..when he simply disappeared from view. Into a gaping hole in the sandy ground, Eve was hysterical, screaming hoarsely down the black hole of a pit. There was no answer and here she sobbed. All that pain…all that anguish, she let out. Brent did all he could to console her, but she was far beyond his ???????. Spent, she slumped, but knew she must continue on and so Brent helped her to struggle to her feet. With a now steely determination, a grim resolve, they battled on. They must do it for their friends, their sacrifices must not be in vain. Petrified, Eve was shaking uncontrollably and struggled to stay upright. Brent kept her on her feet, having lost all sense of direction, which way was up, and which was down. Through the rabbit warren of secret tunnels, they stumbled on, well, staggered really. Tripping and falling then somehow regaining their feet once more, they were blinded by dirt, sweat, and their own tears. And so, they did not perceive that the ground ahead dropped away into a deep and dark abyss. They fell end over end for an eternity, falling in and out of consciousness until ultimately hitting a startlingly soft surface. Here they lay winded and disorientated for how long they did not know. Until eventually feeling able to attempt to struggle slowly to their feet. They felt around sightlessly in the blacker than black darkness, Eve began to feel a blind panic overwhelm her. “Get yourself together” she thought severely to herself. Eve began to take deep calming breathes, and Brent placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder they had no idea what had softened their fall. They were oddly shaped, and felt cold and smooth to the touch. Altogether disturbing.
Then, suddenly, a deafening noise echoed through the tunnel, carried by the thick air, the same air that was ripe with a pungent odour. They froze, and as it reached them it made them retch. Without any other destination, they moved onwards towards the inexplicable sound and disturbing odour. Only knowing they was getting closer as those disturbing noises grew louder and that stench was growing sickeningly stronger.
They didn’t see……could not have seen, the Hideous Beast drawing ever closer in the darkness. They didn’t see it as it slowly circled them in ever smaller circles. It began to inhale their scent very deeply as It honed in its next meals.
Until finally this insatiable Creature was definitively finished playing with Its food…..and in one gracefully fluid movement, It devoured her whole. Her unheard, agonising yelps, and the crunching of her bones echoed deafeningly through those shadowy tunnels. Then her screaming abruptly ceased with one final shrill shriek. It continued to crunch on her bones and it devoured her flesh with devastating vigour. Kristian was revolted and he took off to flee, but was taken in one fluid movement. The silence that followed was deafening, down all of those long, dark tunnels. This peace was abruptly broken by the ’click’ of an, until now, unseen door. A tall, haggard and straggly man slipped through it looking left, and then right apprehensively searching for someone….or…something. Unable to perceive IT, and unable to hear IT, he very slowly and very apprehensively limped in and over to the carcasses. He then studied them and seemingly satisfied, and dare I say it happy with his morbid discovery. Excited even.
He disappeared, and then returned with a wheelbarrow and a shovel and he began to carefully shovel all the pieces into the wheelbarrow with disquieting excitement and care. Whistling while he worked, until there was only a pool of blood and gristle on the stone floor, he drove the wheelbarrow down one of the many tunnels that crisscrossed out of the room. The tunnel where that repulsive stench emanated from. The tunnel opened out into a sizable room that had a massive hole at its centre. Wheeling the wheelbarrow over to the cavernous hole, he emptied the wheelbarrows contents down into that abyss. The insatiable sounds of ‘something’ consuming the body from the bottom of this unfathomable hole was disquieting to say the least. Until this ravenous creature was done ‘playing with its food, and it devoured him whole. His unheard agonising cries and the crunching of her bones echoed through the shadowy tunnels and then abruptly ceased with one final shrill scream. It persisted, crunching on his bones, devouring his flesh with devastating vigour. The silence that followed was deafening, along those long, dark and dank tunnels. This peace was abruptly broken by the click of an until now, unseen door. A tall, straggly looking man tentatively entered, looking left, and then right apprehensively, searching for someone…..or…..something. Unable to perceive it, and unable to hear it, he slowly and uneasily limped fearfully into the underground chamber. Studying the carcass, he seemed satisfied, and dare I say it…..happy with his discovery. Excited even. Working swiftly and enthusiastically he collected all remaining pieces of Eve. Disappearing momentarily and returning with a rusty bucket and a dirty mop and he preceded to drag it across the gristle, fragments and blood of bone on the ground. He whistled while he worked and seemed sickly delighted with this macabre scene. Surveying his handy work, he shrugged, and wheeled the remnants of Eve out of the chamber and down one of those many tunnels that crisscrossed out of the room. Through tunnels, occasionally turning left or right, until reaching a small hole in the corner of the tunnel. It would be satisfied for another 33 years. He was still whistling when he heard the ringing of the hotels bell….
There had been so much planning and debate on where exactly to go while on this trip. It was going to PERFECT !! Everybody was oh so excited, and as the weeks leading up to it, turned into days, their excitement grew exponentially.
The day had finally arrived and they had all got up extra early that morning. The ‘Party Bus, as the van was so dubbed by Brent one drunken evening, had been packed the night before so as to get as early a start the next morning as possible. There were only a few last minute items ferried on to it this bright and sunny morning. There was nothing left to do but all get on it and away they went. It felt so good to be out on the open road, they all felt their troubles simply float away on the soft breeze. There was an energised feeling amongst the ranks, and they all enjoyed the sense of freedom it gave them. The days and nights began to bleed into one another as they stayed in all manner of hotels and motels. Some were meticulously clean while others left a lot to be desired in the cleanliness department. But all were memorable in one way or another, and added to the patchwork of new and unforgettable memories they were making.
Late one grey and drizzly evening, they were on the lookout for their next beds for the night, having passed many motels that had no vacancies. When Brent spotted the flashing neon signs that read ‘Vacancy’ and ’Cheap Rooms for Rent’, everyone was relieved. Pouring out of the van, they stretched their stiff limbs in the soft rain and headed towards the door that read ‘Office’. It was a squeeze to get them all in the tiny space, the room was empty so Anthony rang the bell and they waited, until a rather dishevelled man suddenly appeared limping into the room. “Good Evening dear sir….we would like your finest room”, William turned and grinned at his friends, who smiled back, William had always been the joker of the group. Once the formalities had been taken care of, it was William who signed the paperwork. What he didn’t know…..couldn’t know, was that he had unknowingly….unwittingly signed their death warrants the moment his pen had touched that paper. Their room was right at the end of the block of rooms. Upon turning the key and opening the door they all piled in, happy to have a soft, dry bed for the night. William and Eve took the beds closest to the door, and all fell asleep practically before their heads hit the pillow. Falling into an uneasy sleep that was plagued with disturbing dreams, abruptly broken by the mechanical sounds of gears turning. Unable to figure out where these noises were coming from, they were all terrified by the unnerving sounds. Looking around wildly, not knowing what was happening. They just gaped at each other in blind terror, until the beds containing ??????? and ?????? began to close in on themselves. It all occured so fast….and so violently that there was nothing that their nauseated friends could have done. Blood trickled out from between the mattress and oozed down onto the worn carpet below. In shock at what they had just witnessed….tears flowed and hands shook. SOMEHOW…..and it took some doing, but they finally succeeded in settling themselves. Absolutely exhausted from their unnervingly disturbed night, they fell asleep, even though none among them believed they would and miraculously, managed to get themselves into a troubled sleep once more, after many tears and many more embraces.
Brent was awoken by what he did not know. He lay there staring at where the ceiling would be in the darkness. It glowed red on and off by the flashing vacancy sign. The hairs on the back of head began to stand straight up when he heard shuffling from within the wall behind his head. Brent froze and his breathing grew faster and more shallow. Eve stirred and yawned next to him and rolled over to look at him. Upon hearing the shuffling, she began to scream but Brent was able to stifle her cries. The strange shuffling abruptly ceased and was not heard again by Eve and Brent’s straining ears. Her muffled cries woke them all from their uneasy slumbers. Unable to rid themselves of the uncomfortable feeling in the pits of their stomachs that they could not explain.
As they relocated to the couches, Eve put the kettle on, no one was getting any sleep tonight anyway. Jess began to shake uncontrollably and it was Brent who fetched her a blanket and draped it over her shoulders. She nodded her appreciation to him and Brent smiled a tired smile back at her. Jess, who could not seem to settle, decided a shower was what she needed to relax her weary, tense muscles. Entering the tiny, enclosed bathroom, she disrobed and turned on the shower. Beginning to feel the unnerving night’s events washing away, she was only just beginning to relax those tired, tight muscles when the floor of the shower just vanished out from under her. Falling, well, tumbling really, end over end until she hit the ground so heavily and at such speed, there were sickening crunches in both of her legs, and her left arm as multiple bones snapped like small twigs. Screaming in agony she unable to move, but was still able to perceive she was in a small cell with crisscrossed bars. Terrified, her ever weakening hoarse screams did not reach her friends on the surface. When her voice eventually gave out, she just whimpered quietly to herself. Through her searing pain, she did not notice that those claustrophobic cell walls had begun to close in on her. Fear and panic began to take her over, and drove her to try and push back the ever encroaching bars with all the force she could muster, slicing deep into her hands. But, alas, to no avail, and as those razer sharps bars began to press upon her skin, they cut deeper and deeper into her flesh. Cutting through skin, tendon and bone with disturbing ease. Blood began oozing from her wounds, her excruciating screams grew louder and louder until abruptly ceasing as they sliced straight through her. She had been cubed, sliced and diced, for a purpose…a purpose greater than merely death.
Back up in the hotel room, everyone was in shock, the girls were still calling Jess’s name down the echo filled void in the bathroom. When Brent asked a very pertinent question. “Um…guys…” he began hoarsely…”How are we supposed to get out of here. I mean….I can’t see us walking out the way we came in.” Deep in thought, William was only really thinking out loud when he uttered, “Well….couldn’t we….I don’t know….lower ourselves down the hole where the shower “used to be…..??” Eve who had overheard him was nodding and sat down next to him, “You know what ?? That is PERFECT, and I will tell you why. That way, we don’t have to be seen going out the door, which I am POSITIVE, is being watched. Probably by cameras.” She eyed the others who were by now sitting in front of her on the adjacent bed. “Uh Uh…no thank-you” Simon shook his head, and turned away from them crossing his arms. Eve knelt on the floor in front of him, tears trickling down her face was begging of him. “Please….PLEASE….come with us” Simon was relenting a little. “Come on…” “Come on…” they all chorused together. “Fine….” Simon face crinkled into a smile. “…..I will….willingly, lower myself down a hole in a dingy little bathroom into a dark…probably rat infested tunnel…..” Road Trip Down Under…..goes….Down Under !!” Anthony ??????ed in his best David Attenborough voice, Simon couldn’t help but smile. “Oh my god….you are such a GOOSE !!” They all squeezed themselves into the tiny bathroom, then they, one by one, slowly, and very carefully began to ease themselves down the narrow decent, down the claustrophobic shaft until finally making it down into the rabbit warren of tunnels far below the cursed hotel. The moment their feet had all touched the earthen floor, it was time to move. Half running, half stumbling, they ran. They ran, and ran, until after having totally lost their bearings in the pitch black darkness, they became hopelessly lost. Turning on one another, each blaming the others for their dire predicament as they discussed their rather limited options. Which were, to turn back and pray, not to befall the same fate as their ill-fated friends, or, to continue on…..and in to the Belly of the Beast. Knowing that to turn back would be certain death at the hands of this sickeningly twisted serial killer….at this….this….Murder Motel. The problematic and difficult decision was made to continue onwards. And so they began to slowly, and arduously lower themselves down into the pitch black darkness below. No sooner had the last of their feet touched the ground, that they ran. Sprinting blindly, having to feel their way along those strangely smooth walls. The sound of footfalls echoed loudly in their ears. Suddenly a commotion behind them stopped them in their tracks. All but William who kept on running, oblivious to the rock that was the very next instant to squash him, muscle, bones and flesh….flat. Blood began pooling around the lethal rock. Eve could not contain her vomit, and turned away, heaving violently.
A pale and thin individual sits observing this entire situation unfold with a great and vested interest. His secret cameras set up at strategic turns kept him up to date on their progress. Onwards towards The One He Must Not Name…..The One He Must Not Speak Of. For he had made a deal with the Devil…a promise. 100,000 souls for his freedom. His freedom from an eternity of service. He smiled a wicked, toothless smile and rubbed his long fingered hands together with glee. It was almost done, so close to being over…he could smell it. He only had a mere few souls left to collect. His sinister, booby-trapped Hotel had not finished with them just yet. It had one more sadistic trick up ‘IT’s sleeve.
And as the last three very jaded travellers still left standing drew closer to the end. Step after exhausted step, they plodded on. So broken they were, they could barely keep putting one foot after the other. In a muddled daze, it was Anthony who lead…..when he simply disappeared from view. Into a gaping hole in the sandy ground, Eve was hysterical, screaming hoarsely down the black hole of a pit. There was no answer and here she sobbed. All that pain…all that anguish, she let out. Brent did all he could to console her, but she was far beyond his ???????. Spent, she slumped, but knew she must continue on and so Brent helped her to struggle to her feet. With a now steely determination, a grim resolve, they battled on. They must do it for their friends, their sacrifices must not be in vain. Petrified, Eve was shaking uncontrollably and struggled to stay upright. Brent kept her on her feet, having lost all sense of direction, which way was up, and which was down. Through the rabbit warren of secret tunnels, they stumbled on, well, staggered really. Tripping and falling then somehow regaining their feet once more, they were blinded by dirt, sweat, and their own tears. And so, they did not perceive that the ground ahead dropped away into a deep and dark abyss. They fell end over end for an eternity, falling in and out of consciousness until ultimately hitting a startlingly soft surface. Here they lay winded and disorientated for how long they did not know. Until eventually feeling able to attempt to struggle slowly to their feet. They felt around sightlessly in the blacker than black darkness, Eve began to feel a blind panic overwhelm her. “Get yourself together” she thought severely to herself. Eve began to take deep calming breathes, and Brent placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder they had no idea what had softened their fall. They were oddly shaped, and felt cold and smooth to the touch. Altogether disturbing.
Then, suddenly, a deafening noise echoed through the tunnel, carried by the thick air, the same air that was ripe with a pungent odour. They froze, and as it reached them it made them retch. Without any other destination, they moved onwards towards the inexplicable sound and disturbing odour. Only knowing they was getting closer as those disturbing noises grew louder and that stench was growing sickeningly stronger.
They didn’t see……could not have seen, the Hideous Beast drawing ever closer in the darkness. They didn’t see it as it slowly circled them in ever smaller circles. It began to inhale their scent very deeply as It honed in its next meals.
Until finally this insatiable Creature was definitively finished playing with Its food…..and in one gracefully fluid movement, It devoured her whole. Her unheard, agonising yelps, and the crunching of her bones echoed deafeningly through those shadowy tunnels. Then her screaming abruptly ceased with one final shrill shriek. It continued to crunch on her bones and it devoured her flesh with devastating vigour. Kristian was revolted and he took off to flee, but was taken in one fluid movement. The silence that followed was deafening, down all of those long, dark tunnels. This peace was abruptly broken by the ’click’ of an, until now, unseen door. A tall, haggard and straggly man slipped through it looking left, and then right apprehensively searching for someone….or…something. Unable to perceive IT, and unable to hear IT, he very slowly and very apprehensively limped in and over to the carcasses. He then studied them and seemingly satisfied, and dare I say it happy with his morbid discovery. Excited even.
He disappeared, and then returned with a wheelbarrow and a shovel and he began to carefully shovel all the pieces into the wheelbarrow with disquieting excitement and care. Whistling while he worked, until there was only a pool of blood and gristle on the stone floor, he drove the wheelbarrow down one of the many tunnels that crisscrossed out of the room. The tunnel where that repulsive stench emanated from. The tunnel opened out into a sizable room that had a massive hole at its centre. Wheeling the wheelbarrow over to the cavernous hole, he emptied the wheelbarrows contents down into that abyss. The insatiable sounds of ‘something’ consuming the body from the bottom of this unfathomable hole was disquieting to say the least. Until this ravenous creature was done ‘playing with its food, and it devoured him whole. His unheard agonising cries and the crunching of her bones echoed through the shadowy tunnels and then abruptly ceased with one final shrill scream. It persisted, crunching on his bones, devouring his flesh with devastating vigour. The silence that followed was deafening, along those long, dark and dank tunnels. This peace was abruptly broken by the click of an until now, unseen door. A tall, straggly looking man tentatively entered, looking left, and then right apprehensively, searching for someone…..or…..something. Unable to perceive it, and unable to hear it, he slowly and uneasily limped fearfully into the underground chamber. Studying the carcass, he seemed satisfied, and dare I say it…..happy with his discovery. Excited even. Working swiftly and enthusiastically he collected all remaining pieces of Eve. Disappearing momentarily and returning with a rusty bucket and a dirty mop and he preceded to drag it across the gristle, fragments and blood of bone on the ground. He whistled while he worked and seemed sickly delighted with this macabre scene. Surveying his handy work, he shrugged, and wheeled the remnants of Eve out of the chamber and down one of those many tunnels that crisscrossed out of the room. Through tunnels, occasionally turning left or right, until reaching a small hole in the corner of the tunnel. It would be satisfied for another 33 years. He was still whistling when he heard the ringing of the hotels bell….
The Vegie Vixen and The Cappuccino Countess
As the haze lifted from her now foggy mind, her eyes opened slowly, Blinking, she managed to lift her head and looked around, confused and disorientated. Where was she? Who was she? Shaking her head, she slowly got to her feet and began to dust herself off. “AHHHHH” looking down she had seen what she was wearing. Quite embarrassed, she began to walk away, but where was she going? Deep in thought, she didn’t see the figure lying there, and tripped over them. Mysteriously, she double flipped and landed on her feet. More concerned with what she had managed to do, she didn’t see that the stranger had struggled to her feet. Again, “AHHHHH” this time from the stranger now standing beside her. “Who…..who are you?” she asked somewhat shocked.” I...I…I don’t know” she answered slowly, “Who are you?” “Well I’m…I’m……shaking her head slowly, she shrugged looking up at her. “No idea” “Wait a gosh darn minute…look on the back of your cape…it says CC”. “Well what does that mean…?” She shrugged, “Wait another gosh darn minute….yours says VV”. They both shrugged. They both sat down on a nearby bench, and as they began to look around, they noticed a film of grease covering everything and empty energy drink cans littered everywhere. “What has happened here?” Tess asked crushing a can with her bare hands. “Well….whatever it was, it must have been very, VERY unhealthy”. Answered Vix wrinkling her nose, perplexed. Tess agreed, “Mmmm, most disgusting” brushing off some sraps from off of the seat beside her. “LOOK!” shouted Vix making Tess jump, pointing up at a nearby tree. Tess turned to see what Vix was looking at, squinting, “What is that?” grabbing a stick, she poked at this mysterious substance. “It seems to be some sort of grease….” she surmised. “…..but where could all this slop be coming from?” asked The Countess. “You know what…” declared Vix bafflingly.
They both sat on nearby bench, and as they began to look around, they noticed grease covering everything and energy drink cans littered everywhere. “What has happened here” Tess asked, crushing a can with her bare hands. “Whatever it was…it was very, VERY unhealthy”, answered the Vix wrinkling her nose. Tess agreed “Mmmm, most disgusting whatever is it” said Tess brushing some scraps from on the seat beside her. LOOK !” shouted Vix, making Tess jump, she was pointing at a nearby tree. Tess turned, squinting to see what Vix had seen. “What is THAT?” Grabbing a stick, she poked at this mysterious substance. “It appears to be some sort of grease. But where could all this unpleasantness be coming from?” “You know what” said Vix staring off into the distance with her hands on her hips. Her cape flapping behind her in the breeze. “What” said Tess, standing beside her, her cape also flapping in the breeze. “I think…I mean to say….I have a feeling….that we should, I don’t know” turning to Tess, “I just have this urge to find out” “Me to…...but why?” Vix shook her head, “I am not sure”, turning to The Tess, “but are you with me?” “I be with you” Tess seconded. So they wandered around rather aimlessly, following the trail of grease, cans and destruction. They didn’t travel much further when, Tess observed empty Energy Drink cans littering the streets. Tess bent down slowly and picked one up, crushing it, she whispered quietly “These cheap imitations must be stopped.” Vix nodded, “Come on, all of this ickyness must lead us to the perpetrators”. On the trail, the amount of thick grease and the number of empty Energy Drink cans grew. This was how they knew they were getting close, Vix pointed at up at a nearby tree when an asparagus spear shot itself out of her wrist and embedded itself in the tree. Vix looked down at her wrists in disbelief and without a word looked up at Tess who laughed, slapped her leg and said “That…..was AWESOME !!” Vix sat down on the ground clumsily, looking down at her wrists. Without a word, she looked up at Tess who was holding out her hand to help her to her feet. “Come on…we had better go, crime waits for no one.” Nodding, Vix gratefully accepted her outstretched hand. Along their journey, as the amount of this litter of grease and cans reached gigantic proportions, they heard a strange noise, almost like crunching. Our two confused heroes quickly crouched down behind a nearby large bush. When, slowly, they rose up to peer over that lifesaving plant, they saw the dirtiest, filthiest, and greasiest ‘thing’ they had ever seen pigging out on pork fry. Standing in his own self-made puddle of grease. Vix violently vomited behind that bush and Tess stepped back right before it landed on her shoes. She then put a reassuring hand on Vix’s shoulder. “Come on” Tess whispered, “Let’s get out of here.” Wiping her mouth, Vix nodded and dry reached. Tess led her away from the site of such disgusting atrocities.
Once they had made it a safe distance away, Vix, feeling somewhat better, managed, “We’re going to need….oh what’s it called….a place of….oh, what’s it called.” “A hideout..” Tess proposed tentatively. “YES…yes…that it! A hideout!” Now both deep in thought, each thought, and thought, and thought, and thought. Until finally, Tess suggested, “How about my house?” “Mmmm…no. I think that might be the first place that they look for us” “Oh yeah” said the Tess somewhat dejected. Vix suddenly stood up “I’ve got it!” she announced excitedly, “I just remembered, I have a property in Byron Bay that NO ONE know about!” “Perfect….oh….except we have no way of getting there” Dejected again Vix sighed very loudly, looking skyward. She then began squinting like she was trying to see something far very far away. Momentarily she queried “What…..is that?” pointing up at it nervously. As she did so, her feet left the ground momentarily. Freaked out , she quickly put her arm down by her side again. Tess looked at her impressed, “Nah…what was THAT!” pointing at Vix’s feet. “I’m…I’m…I’m not sure.”Vix answered nervously. “Do you think you’d be able to do that again?” asked the Tess impressed. Vix thought for a moment, shrugged, then slowly began to raise her arm once more. Again, her feet lifted off the ground, but this time, she didn’t freak out, and just hovered there. “Unbelievable” Tess gasped, “I wonder if I’ll be able to do anything like that.” She asked hopefully.
At that moment, NRG, in the shape of a giant energy drink can came menacingly out from behind a tree. “So…exactly what have we got here?” he spat at them. “If we knew, we would tell you” said Vix haughtily. NRG just looked confused, but when Tess shook her fist at him a strange brown powder sprinkled out. “Ahhhhh!” Tess screamed in horror, but NRG didn’t hear her. It took Vix to point at him for her to notice that he had just frozen on the spot. “What is going on?” Tess asked of Vix, but Vix just shook her head. “I think we had better go”, Tess agreed, so they kept on keeping on. They walked so far, and yet were not tired. Suddenly, something came back to the simultaneously, they stopped in their tracks and looked at one another. Both began talking at the same time, until they realized they couldn’t hear one another and stopped. Vix offered, “You first”, so Tess began recounting her revelation. “Well….you see….it is all so clear now…I can remember that I can….” She simply opened her mouth, and a massive blast of boiling hot steam poured out. It was only Vix’s lightning fast reflexes that saved her. Moving in the nick of time. “Whoa!” said Vix, nodding vehemently, “And I somehow know I can do this” and with that, she narrowed her vision, and lemon juice squirted out of the corner of her eyes with such force that it travelled an impressive distance. “And…I also have this urge to shout “Vegetables are part of a balanced diet! Weird, huh” “Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Not really, cause I suddenly have an urge to shout “Caffeinate This!”
After walking such a very long way, they suddenly both stopped in their tracks, like statues. Turning to look at a funky Café, both seemed to understand. They were home! Opening the double doors, the place was empty, as it was closed. So they proceeded to make their way through the double swinging doors out to the back of the Cafe. Both just gaped, gasping at the massive training arena. “This all seems vaguely familiar? Don’t you think??”Yeah…like we’ve somehow been here before!” “I know…right” Walking around through all the various training apparatuses they marvelled at their ingenuity. “This all seems very familiar now” Vix “Doesn’t it though” Tess “I just wish things would come back to me, you know, quicker,” breathed Vix as she walked in front of a set of small targets. “I hear you” Raising her arm she began shooting a rapid fire of asparagus spears into the bullseye. “Wow!! Impressive!!” nodded Tess turning to another set targets, she seemed to know exactly where the lever was and pulled it down, these targets began to randomly move and change position. Repositioning her feet, she bowed her head, then snapped it back up and as she opened and closed her mouth. Pockets of steam shot out at such an extraordinary pace that they knocked down the targets. She hit each and every one of them. The Vixen stood beside her, unable to hide her elation. “Nice!!” Next they walked on to a set of tiny targets, “Awww, they’re SO cute!! Tess gushed, but the Vixen had this, she knew exactly what to do. Getting closer to them, she narrowed her vision and focused. Lemon juice squirted from her eye with such force and accuracy that…”Bullseye!!” Roared Tess, clapping. The Vixen turned and chuckled, meanwhile, the Tess turned to face the last apparatus, took a deep breath, and looking at the strange ????????? before her. Pressing down the big red button at her left she watched as the ??????? moved towards her at speed, she simply shook her fist, and stopped them in their tracks.
Looking at one another, they nodded, is this why they loved wearing lycra and a cape?? Was this the reason they enjoyed staring off into the distance?? Who can say, but they knew, hey were all that stood for Vegetarianism and Caffeination.
Between order and chaos.
Standing up, they strode off in unison. Out the door they went, then Tess held on tight, as Vix raised her arm. They both lifted off the ground, hovering there momentarily, then they went up, up, and away. Over tall buildings they flew. Over trees and paddocks. They could see the full devastation left in the wake of Pork Fry and NRG. Making them all the more determined to terminate these culinary disasters. Their keen eyesight caught them wreaking havoc in a small country town. Vix, ever so gracefully set them down a small distance away, behind a large rock. Here they regrouped, randomly, and rather awkwardly high fiving, before leaping out right in front of these wicked creatures. Pork Fry glanced up, grease dripping from his mouth. “Huh?” he managed, spitting food as he spoke. NRG, all hyped up on chemicals said speedily, his words falling all over one another. “You’ll never be able to catch us to stop us!” Tess smiled at him, then shouted right in his face “Caffeinate This!” as she dusted him with some of her immobilising Chocolate Dust. Unable to move, NRG began to beg and cry like a little girl. It was just sad really. Pork Fry only snorted his disgust and turned to The Vixen who told him sternly, “You will never take the place of a healthy, balanced diet” narrowing her focus as he glared at her, “We’re gonna travel worldwide!” “I would actually like to see you try!” she smiled and concentrated her vision, a potent stream of lemon juice squirted from the corner of her eyes, right into Pork Fry’s beady little eyes. “Ahhhhh! My vision…it’s gone all blurry, you’re all fuzzy” he screamed running around in circles. Vix and Tess just looked at one another and shrugged. Vix then raised her arm and shot a rapid fire of asparagus spears into his knees and ankles. He fell to the ground in agony, unable to move. “Help….help!” Pork Fry cried little girl tears. Vix was rather embarrassed for him and had to look away. The Countess put her hand on Vix’s shoulders and said “so life can return to its tranquil tranquilness” she said Vix continued, at least we have our memories…….and know how our powers work….” The Countess nodded, “I wonder what the future will bring?” pondered Vix as they began to stare off into the distance….with their hands on their hips……capes flying out behind them………
They both sat on nearby bench, and as they began to look around, they noticed grease covering everything and energy drink cans littered everywhere. “What has happened here” Tess asked, crushing a can with her bare hands. “Whatever it was…it was very, VERY unhealthy”, answered the Vix wrinkling her nose. Tess agreed “Mmmm, most disgusting whatever is it” said Tess brushing some scraps from on the seat beside her. LOOK !” shouted Vix, making Tess jump, she was pointing at a nearby tree. Tess turned, squinting to see what Vix had seen. “What is THAT?” Grabbing a stick, she poked at this mysterious substance. “It appears to be some sort of grease. But where could all this unpleasantness be coming from?” “You know what” said Vix staring off into the distance with her hands on her hips. Her cape flapping behind her in the breeze. “What” said Tess, standing beside her, her cape also flapping in the breeze. “I think…I mean to say….I have a feeling….that we should, I don’t know” turning to Tess, “I just have this urge to find out” “Me to…...but why?” Vix shook her head, “I am not sure”, turning to The Tess, “but are you with me?” “I be with you” Tess seconded. So they wandered around rather aimlessly, following the trail of grease, cans and destruction. They didn’t travel much further when, Tess observed empty Energy Drink cans littering the streets. Tess bent down slowly and picked one up, crushing it, she whispered quietly “These cheap imitations must be stopped.” Vix nodded, “Come on, all of this ickyness must lead us to the perpetrators”. On the trail, the amount of thick grease and the number of empty Energy Drink cans grew. This was how they knew they were getting close, Vix pointed at up at a nearby tree when an asparagus spear shot itself out of her wrist and embedded itself in the tree. Vix looked down at her wrists in disbelief and without a word looked up at Tess who laughed, slapped her leg and said “That…..was AWESOME !!” Vix sat down on the ground clumsily, looking down at her wrists. Without a word, she looked up at Tess who was holding out her hand to help her to her feet. “Come on…we had better go, crime waits for no one.” Nodding, Vix gratefully accepted her outstretched hand. Along their journey, as the amount of this litter of grease and cans reached gigantic proportions, they heard a strange noise, almost like crunching. Our two confused heroes quickly crouched down behind a nearby large bush. When, slowly, they rose up to peer over that lifesaving plant, they saw the dirtiest, filthiest, and greasiest ‘thing’ they had ever seen pigging out on pork fry. Standing in his own self-made puddle of grease. Vix violently vomited behind that bush and Tess stepped back right before it landed on her shoes. She then put a reassuring hand on Vix’s shoulder. “Come on” Tess whispered, “Let’s get out of here.” Wiping her mouth, Vix nodded and dry reached. Tess led her away from the site of such disgusting atrocities.
Once they had made it a safe distance away, Vix, feeling somewhat better, managed, “We’re going to need….oh what’s it called….a place of….oh, what’s it called.” “A hideout..” Tess proposed tentatively. “YES…yes…that it! A hideout!” Now both deep in thought, each thought, and thought, and thought, and thought. Until finally, Tess suggested, “How about my house?” “Mmmm…no. I think that might be the first place that they look for us” “Oh yeah” said the Tess somewhat dejected. Vix suddenly stood up “I’ve got it!” she announced excitedly, “I just remembered, I have a property in Byron Bay that NO ONE know about!” “Perfect….oh….except we have no way of getting there” Dejected again Vix sighed very loudly, looking skyward. She then began squinting like she was trying to see something far very far away. Momentarily she queried “What…..is that?” pointing up at it nervously. As she did so, her feet left the ground momentarily. Freaked out , she quickly put her arm down by her side again. Tess looked at her impressed, “Nah…what was THAT!” pointing at Vix’s feet. “I’m…I’m…I’m not sure.”Vix answered nervously. “Do you think you’d be able to do that again?” asked the Tess impressed. Vix thought for a moment, shrugged, then slowly began to raise her arm once more. Again, her feet lifted off the ground, but this time, she didn’t freak out, and just hovered there. “Unbelievable” Tess gasped, “I wonder if I’ll be able to do anything like that.” She asked hopefully.
At that moment, NRG, in the shape of a giant energy drink can came menacingly out from behind a tree. “So…exactly what have we got here?” he spat at them. “If we knew, we would tell you” said Vix haughtily. NRG just looked confused, but when Tess shook her fist at him a strange brown powder sprinkled out. “Ahhhhh!” Tess screamed in horror, but NRG didn’t hear her. It took Vix to point at him for her to notice that he had just frozen on the spot. “What is going on?” Tess asked of Vix, but Vix just shook her head. “I think we had better go”, Tess agreed, so they kept on keeping on. They walked so far, and yet were not tired. Suddenly, something came back to the simultaneously, they stopped in their tracks and looked at one another. Both began talking at the same time, until they realized they couldn’t hear one another and stopped. Vix offered, “You first”, so Tess began recounting her revelation. “Well….you see….it is all so clear now…I can remember that I can….” She simply opened her mouth, and a massive blast of boiling hot steam poured out. It was only Vix’s lightning fast reflexes that saved her. Moving in the nick of time. “Whoa!” said Vix, nodding vehemently, “And I somehow know I can do this” and with that, she narrowed her vision, and lemon juice squirted out of the corner of her eyes with such force that it travelled an impressive distance. “And…I also have this urge to shout “Vegetables are part of a balanced diet! Weird, huh” “Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Not really, cause I suddenly have an urge to shout “Caffeinate This!”
After walking such a very long way, they suddenly both stopped in their tracks, like statues. Turning to look at a funky Café, both seemed to understand. They were home! Opening the double doors, the place was empty, as it was closed. So they proceeded to make their way through the double swinging doors out to the back of the Cafe. Both just gaped, gasping at the massive training arena. “This all seems vaguely familiar? Don’t you think??”Yeah…like we’ve somehow been here before!” “I know…right” Walking around through all the various training apparatuses they marvelled at their ingenuity. “This all seems very familiar now” Vix “Doesn’t it though” Tess “I just wish things would come back to me, you know, quicker,” breathed Vix as she walked in front of a set of small targets. “I hear you” Raising her arm she began shooting a rapid fire of asparagus spears into the bullseye. “Wow!! Impressive!!” nodded Tess turning to another set targets, she seemed to know exactly where the lever was and pulled it down, these targets began to randomly move and change position. Repositioning her feet, she bowed her head, then snapped it back up and as she opened and closed her mouth. Pockets of steam shot out at such an extraordinary pace that they knocked down the targets. She hit each and every one of them. The Vixen stood beside her, unable to hide her elation. “Nice!!” Next they walked on to a set of tiny targets, “Awww, they’re SO cute!! Tess gushed, but the Vixen had this, she knew exactly what to do. Getting closer to them, she narrowed her vision and focused. Lemon juice squirted from her eye with such force and accuracy that…”Bullseye!!” Roared Tess, clapping. The Vixen turned and chuckled, meanwhile, the Tess turned to face the last apparatus, took a deep breath, and looking at the strange ????????? before her. Pressing down the big red button at her left she watched as the ??????? moved towards her at speed, she simply shook her fist, and stopped them in their tracks.
Looking at one another, they nodded, is this why they loved wearing lycra and a cape?? Was this the reason they enjoyed staring off into the distance?? Who can say, but they knew, hey were all that stood for Vegetarianism and Caffeination.
Between order and chaos.
Standing up, they strode off in unison. Out the door they went, then Tess held on tight, as Vix raised her arm. They both lifted off the ground, hovering there momentarily, then they went up, up, and away. Over tall buildings they flew. Over trees and paddocks. They could see the full devastation left in the wake of Pork Fry and NRG. Making them all the more determined to terminate these culinary disasters. Their keen eyesight caught them wreaking havoc in a small country town. Vix, ever so gracefully set them down a small distance away, behind a large rock. Here they regrouped, randomly, and rather awkwardly high fiving, before leaping out right in front of these wicked creatures. Pork Fry glanced up, grease dripping from his mouth. “Huh?” he managed, spitting food as he spoke. NRG, all hyped up on chemicals said speedily, his words falling all over one another. “You’ll never be able to catch us to stop us!” Tess smiled at him, then shouted right in his face “Caffeinate This!” as she dusted him with some of her immobilising Chocolate Dust. Unable to move, NRG began to beg and cry like a little girl. It was just sad really. Pork Fry only snorted his disgust and turned to The Vixen who told him sternly, “You will never take the place of a healthy, balanced diet” narrowing her focus as he glared at her, “We’re gonna travel worldwide!” “I would actually like to see you try!” she smiled and concentrated her vision, a potent stream of lemon juice squirted from the corner of her eyes, right into Pork Fry’s beady little eyes. “Ahhhhh! My vision…it’s gone all blurry, you’re all fuzzy” he screamed running around in circles. Vix and Tess just looked at one another and shrugged. Vix then raised her arm and shot a rapid fire of asparagus spears into his knees and ankles. He fell to the ground in agony, unable to move. “Help….help!” Pork Fry cried little girl tears. Vix was rather embarrassed for him and had to look away. The Countess put her hand on Vix’s shoulders and said “so life can return to its tranquil tranquilness” she said Vix continued, at least we have our memories…….and know how our powers work….” The Countess nodded, “I wonder what the future will bring?” pondered Vix as they began to stare off into the distance….with their hands on their hips……capes flying out behind them………
The Vegie Vixen- Origins
Life began rather humbly for our hero, as a tiny seed in sub-tropical Columbia. A tiny seed, who was planted in a pot of VERY special and well drained soil. Then, as she grew, was moved to a humid hothouse. Along with an extraordinary watering system and exceedingly special fertilizer, she grew at a record pace. Kept in optimal condition by the perfect balance of again, exceedingly special Multivitamins and superb weather, she thrived. At this most crucial period of her development she was exceptionally well cared for. Oh…how she loved basking in that warm sunshine, it was nothing short of heaven. She was shown much love and spoken to on a regular basis. I was from these conversations, she learnt to speak. A few weeks later, she sprouted a seedling; only, this was no ordinary seedling. From this seedling a body, arms, legs, and finally a head emerged. Growing in record time, VV soon grew too big for her hothouse, the only home she’d ever known was becoming a rather tight fit. So much so, that she broke through its walls. Staring at the now shattered pieces, she wiped away tears. Then took one last, long, lingering gaze at her birthplace. Then began the hunt for a new place to call home, getting herself planted with a dangerous crowd, she spiralled out of control with a full blown addiction to a new supplement on the market; seaweed. And slowly, then all at once, she became helplessly addicted to it. Taking so much, that she lost the healthy shine on her now colourless body. Which was now covered with an icky coating, a film of spots and filth.
Right then…right there, she made a pact, finally seeing the dark side of Multivitamin and Fertilizer abuse. Enough was enough. She checked herself in to a Vegetable Rehab. Finishing their 12 step program in record time, I mean, no one had ever recovered that quickly. After being released and feeling like a completely new vegetable, she vowed right there, right then, to fight for all vegetable kind. From all that poison that she had been pumping into her system, her skin had developed a coating, a film of filth and spots. That was until she squeezed some lime into her soil and soon shed this poisonous outer crust, and emerged……….
The Vegie Vixen
Right then…right there, she made a pact, finally seeing the dark side of Multivitamin and Fertilizer abuse. Enough was enough. She checked herself in to a Vegetable Rehab. Finishing their 12 step program in record time, I mean, no one had ever recovered that quickly. After being released and feeling like a completely new vegetable, she vowed right there, right then, to fight for all vegetable kind. From all that poison that she had been pumping into her system, her skin had developed a coating, a film of filth and spots. That was until she squeezed some lime into her soil and soon shed this poisonous outer crust, and emerged……….
The Vegie Vixen
The Past I Cannot Remember
From a past I cannot remember,
To a future I cannot predict.
I must make sure to live Each and Every day,
Feel each and every moment,
‘Cause that one could have been my last.
I may be forgetful and uncoordinated,
But I am thankful to be alive.
And am thankful to be alive.
And am ever hopeful for my future, I see it in my nieces and nephews eyes.
I am ever happy now,
Which is the way to be.
When I think of the alternative….
My life has lead me to this very moment,
This year, this week,
This exact point in time.
And I WILL make the most of it
This gift of existence.
And not let any opportunity pass
To really Live my life, and not waste it.
Isn’t that all we can ever do……
To a future I cannot predict.
I must make sure to live Each and Every day,
Feel each and every moment,
‘Cause that one could have been my last.
I may be forgetful and uncoordinated,
But I am thankful to be alive.
And am thankful to be alive.
And am ever hopeful for my future, I see it in my nieces and nephews eyes.
I am ever happy now,
Which is the way to be.
When I think of the alternative….
My life has lead me to this very moment,
This year, this week,
This exact point in time.
And I WILL make the most of it
This gift of existence.
And not let any opportunity pass
To really Live my life, and not waste it.
Isn’t that all we can ever do……
Jimmy
It all began many years ago now, when I was dealing with the many and varied Arsehole cab drivers who would take me the long way to my classes. Then…I met Jim, who never did this, we quickly became the best of friends. I think as we were the same kind of crazy, or our crazy seemed to fit together, like the pieces of a puzzle. Over the years, I realized how much we had in common, which is odd, considering our age difference. Ahhh, but I deal with odd everyday.
As the years slipped away, our friendship grew, I know all of his family, his siblings, children and grandchildren and have been to their houses. Our friendship is strong, he has looked after me for so long, but now comes my turn to look after him.
He had an appointment which came and went without a word about it. Mmm, that was weird, he usually told me everything, so I just let it go. But it still festered at the back of my mind.
Soon after, Mum told me to come into the lounge room and sit down, so I knew something was wrong. Something big. She proceeded to tell me that Jim had a cancerous growth on his lung. At this time he was in a really good place, talking about treatments and such. So…life went on. Then his dear mother passed away, and I think that the cancer used this to really get a grip on him.
And so…it grew, and although he has got some of his fight back…I feared it too late.
And so…life carried on. As it has a habit of doing. I watched as he became thinner, and his breathing much worse. He continued to work after his first round of Chemotherapy, which everyone told him was a bad idea, but Jim is nothing but stubborn and continued to work. Driving Taxis was probably THE worst profession for his current situation. With his immunity shot, inevitably, a bug did get in and he ended up in hospital. A sign from above that finally got through to him.
If you know Jim, that is hard to take…this not doing anything. Not being able to do anything. He walks from his kitchen to his bedroom and is out of breath. Which I know he finds incredibly frustrating, but, to his credit, he doesn’t get all angry…or sad. Which no one would blame him for. He just keeps on keeping on,. As much as he can. He still cracks jokes…he still laughs, even in the face of what is inevitably coming.
Brave Soul.
I haven’t thought…no…I haven’t allowed myself to think of life without him
I can’t…..I won’t.
As the years slipped away, our friendship grew, I know all of his family, his siblings, children and grandchildren and have been to their houses. Our friendship is strong, he has looked after me for so long, but now comes my turn to look after him.
He had an appointment which came and went without a word about it. Mmm, that was weird, he usually told me everything, so I just let it go. But it still festered at the back of my mind.
Soon after, Mum told me to come into the lounge room and sit down, so I knew something was wrong. Something big. She proceeded to tell me that Jim had a cancerous growth on his lung. At this time he was in a really good place, talking about treatments and such. So…life went on. Then his dear mother passed away, and I think that the cancer used this to really get a grip on him.
And so…it grew, and although he has got some of his fight back…I feared it too late.
And so…life carried on. As it has a habit of doing. I watched as he became thinner, and his breathing much worse. He continued to work after his first round of Chemotherapy, which everyone told him was a bad idea, but Jim is nothing but stubborn and continued to work. Driving Taxis was probably THE worst profession for his current situation. With his immunity shot, inevitably, a bug did get in and he ended up in hospital. A sign from above that finally got through to him.
If you know Jim, that is hard to take…this not doing anything. Not being able to do anything. He walks from his kitchen to his bedroom and is out of breath. Which I know he finds incredibly frustrating, but, to his credit, he doesn’t get all angry…or sad. Which no one would blame him for. He just keeps on keeping on,. As much as he can. He still cracks jokes…he still laughs, even in the face of what is inevitably coming.
Brave Soul.
I haven’t thought…no…I haven’t allowed myself to think of life without him
I can’t…..I won’t.
The Dark Truffle
Edna awoke early that morning, lying there, she tried to rearrange her ample body. Unable to do so, she struggled into a seated positon on the side of her now bowed bed. It took all could muster to get to her feet. Shuffling down her hallway, she was headed to her refrigerator. Opening it, she looked over all the potential offerings. Settling on Bacon and Eggs, the breakfast of champions.
Edna style.
In a flurry of movement, well, sort of a flurry, and she had made her plate of impending heart attack. Demolishing it within seconds, she, satisfied, only just managed to make her way over to her sink with her plate. “Well…that filled a LITTLE hole”, she thought to herself.
But was still craving more, she yearned for something sweet, more specifically, the delectable foreign chocolates from that Swiss chocolate shop down the street. Although it wasn’t very far, she still tottered out to her long suffering car, punished by the weight of its driver.
Edna was salivating at the thought of all those sweet temptations. So much so, a small stream of saliva ran down her chin. Not that Edna even noticed, she only had eyes of that shop of pure deliciousness. Parking directly out the front, Edna wasn’t much for walking you see. She struggled once again to exit her long suffering car, squeezing herself out of the door.
Edna almost tripped and fell on the curb as she only had eyes for all that sweet, sweet chocolate in the window. Edna leaned on the chocolate shop window, focused on the dark champagne truffle. Admiring it….salivating over it…..when suddenly, the glass gave away. There were screams of terror from the patrons inside. Her landing was somewhat…softened. By an arrangement of truffles in a pyramid. Immediately destroying them all with her truffle filled frame.
The truffle shop owner dashed over to see if she had been injured. He found Edna happily amongst the mound of truffles, truffle chocolate all over her face, eating those flattened truffles. Three by three.
When she noticed him there, she froze, truffle still in hand. It was that dark one, the one that had set off these rather embarrassing chain of events.
In a flash, she rose and then took off down the street, eating that truffle as she ran.
Edna style.
In a flurry of movement, well, sort of a flurry, and she had made her plate of impending heart attack. Demolishing it within seconds, she, satisfied, only just managed to make her way over to her sink with her plate. “Well…that filled a LITTLE hole”, she thought to herself.
But was still craving more, she yearned for something sweet, more specifically, the delectable foreign chocolates from that Swiss chocolate shop down the street. Although it wasn’t very far, she still tottered out to her long suffering car, punished by the weight of its driver.
Edna was salivating at the thought of all those sweet temptations. So much so, a small stream of saliva ran down her chin. Not that Edna even noticed, she only had eyes of that shop of pure deliciousness. Parking directly out the front, Edna wasn’t much for walking you see. She struggled once again to exit her long suffering car, squeezing herself out of the door.
Edna almost tripped and fell on the curb as she only had eyes for all that sweet, sweet chocolate in the window. Edna leaned on the chocolate shop window, focused on the dark champagne truffle. Admiring it….salivating over it…..when suddenly, the glass gave away. There were screams of terror from the patrons inside. Her landing was somewhat…softened. By an arrangement of truffles in a pyramid. Immediately destroying them all with her truffle filled frame.
The truffle shop owner dashed over to see if she had been injured. He found Edna happily amongst the mound of truffles, truffle chocolate all over her face, eating those flattened truffles. Three by three.
When she noticed him there, she froze, truffle still in hand. It was that dark one, the one that had set off these rather embarrassing chain of events.
In a flash, she rose and then took off down the street, eating that truffle as she ran.
IT
The hot sun was just beginning to set, and as the light began to wane, two girls thanked their ride. Who nodded and drove off. Picking up their backpacks, they took a look around them.. Svetlana couldn’t see a soul, she declared to Inga in their native Swedish tongue, “Where is everyone ?” Inga’s head was on a swivel. “I don’t know, but we’d better find somewhere we can bed down until morning. I am so very tired from that endless trip in the car.” Svetlana yawned as she nodded to herself and walked on ahead to one of the abandoned buildings. “This will do ?” she enquired of Inga. “This will have to do”, agreed Inga. Entering the dark, musty room through the door less doorway, they fumbled around in their backpacks for their trusty torches. Once clicked on, they traced their beams of light to all four corners of the room. The air was stale and stagnant. It clearly wasn’t much, but, it would do for one night. Setting up their sleeping bags with well-practised ease, Inga and Svetlana laid down their exhausted heads. Sleep came quickly, but Inga was later disturbed by loud and strange noises. She awoke with a start, trembling she tried to wake Svetlana, who was dead to the world. Inga lay there, awake and terrified until morning, and was still trembling when Svetlana stirred, then yawned and stretched. Looking over at Inga Svetlana was just about to ask her how she had slept, when she noticed how her best friend was rocking back and forth, she bolted upright. Once at her side, she put her arm around her shoulders and gently asked her, “”You…..ok….Inga ? the concern was evident in her voice. The sudden sound of her voice seemed to frighten her. She glanced nervously over at Svetlana as if just noticing her there. “I……I……I……” she stammered, then drew in a deep breath. She began slowly and quietly, “I heard something last night. Outside” looking fearfully out the window. Svetlana waited patiently and ran her hand gently over her back. Inga then turned and looked directly into Svetlana’s eyes, Svetlana noticed that she looked terrified. “It sounded like something was being dragged….something big !!” her frightened eyes widened as she continued, “I was so scared, I could not move…..” and with that she burst into tears. Svetlana stood up and looked out the window where the glass used to be. “Let us go and look, eh ?” she began but Inga quickly yanked her down again. “No…no…no…no…” she begged. “I’ll just go and have a peek…..” Inga didn’t resist and let Svetlana stand. She slunk around the walls to the window, stopping just before it. Slowly she peeked around, looking left……then…..right…..then left again. As she was just about to say something, she looked down, and noticed drag marks along the entire length of dusty, dirt road. She froze. Inga watched on nervously and asked, “Vat is it ?” Beckoning her over, her eyes never leaving what she had seen. As Inga reached her and followed her gaze, her mouth dropped open. The dusty, dirt road had four very distinct, very long drag marks along the entire length of it. Inga quickly peered left, then right, then left again, up and down, listening. It was quiet. “Ve need to leave….like now !” Svetlana agreed and Inga was already deftly packing their backpacks, done, she handed Svetlana hers. And swung hers onto her shoulder. Cautiously, they crept over to where the door used once stood, and silently the two swedes slipped out the door and slunk along behind the crumbling building. Looking first one way, then the other, they made a break for it. Never once looking back, terrified of what they may see if they did. Heading straight for the trees. They ran fast, and for some time. Ducking below branches, and leaping over falling logs. The trees began to thin and the terrain became rockier so they slowed somewhat. Between the thinning trees an ominous looking rocky outcrop could now be seen. Halting rather abruptly, Svetlana and Inga were in awe. Before them stood a rocky outcrop that stabbed itself violently out from the earth, the water beneath it had a surface so smooth that it mirrored the sky. Svetlana looked at Inga, and Inga looked at Svetlana. Unable to resist, they, in a flash, had stripped down to their underwear and stepped into the crystal clear water. The mirror was instantly broken, and the ripples gently lapped the grassy edges of the lagoon. Looking at one another, they laughed….this…this was paradise. As they slowly made their way further and further out, they began to slowly swim on their backs, faces to that blue, blue sky. It seemed never-ending. The water was warm from the summer heat, Inga and Svetlana knew not how long they bathed in that peaceful lagoon. Time seemed to have no meaning, it stood still. Until final, they both swam over to the grassy bank. It was just what they had needed, they felt cleansed somehow. As Inga dressed, she could not shake the feeling that someone was watching them. Svetlana, noticing her concern, “What is…as they say, the matter?” Still looking around nervously, she replied, “I just felt as though someone was watching us” she whispered with a hushed tone. Svetlana threw her head back and laughed. This made Inga very cross, she hurriedly and angrily gathered her things and stormed off. “Oh …Inga….I am sorry….” Svetlana shouted at the disappearing figure. “Oh…Inga….come back..” but Inga was already out of earshot. Svetlana raced to gather together her things and followed the path Inga had taken. But the trees and shrubs became thicker and bushier and Svetlana soon realised it impossible to find her friend in this. So she slowed her pace somewhat, and then stopped. Just as she did, she caught a bloodcurdling scream. Inga !! Svetlana bolted to where the scream had emanated from, the forest opened out into a clearing. Through the trees, she could see four, very tall, very slender people. The tallest had a rock in his fist, they surrounded Inga, who lay lifeless on the grass, blood trickled down her temple.
This, ‘family’, is not a family.
But a guardian, as ancient as the creature itself. They have a vested interest in ITs prosperity…..for as long as IT lives, as do they. So…every 22 years, they feed this beast, by whatever means necessary. A dark and sinister force lurks in the depths of the lagoon. In the rocky pools, deep beneath the waters smooth surface. There lies monsters, who are then eaten by bigger carnivorous creatures. But deeper…....much deeper… a much more sinister force lurks. Ancient. Sleeping. Patient. RAVENOUS !! Until IT’s 22 year slumber is finally over. Until IT’s hunger awakens IT, and IT needs to feed. IT lives in myth…legend. And IT lives under the surface of this unassuming lagoon, in outback Australia.
From the deepest, darkest depths….IT came. The other creatures quickly darted to get out of ITs way. It swan with great speed towards the water’s surface, and just as they had dragged the body to the waters edge. IT surfaced, and took Inga in ITs cavernous mouth, breaking bones with ITTs powerful jaw. Rows and rows of razor sharp teeth cut through her like butter. Blood now gushed from ITs mouth and coloured the water. No sooner the meal devoured, IT, in one smooth movement, spun around and gracefully dived back from whence IT came. The waters stillness returned, and those same four figures could be seen backing slowly away.
The specifically chose backpackers, as they had no family who would realize them missing. Even if they did, it would be thought they had just moved on. Our ‘Family’, have fed this beast for many generations, their extended lives are testimony to this.
For as long as IT lives….as will they. Herein lies the motive to nurture such a hideous creature. Their stretched, emotionless faces, with a shock of the palest of the pale blonde hair atop their freakishly tall, pale and slender frames. Knowing the beast is still hungry, and would feed for ?? more days, before returning beneath the water’s surface once more. Their duties were not yet complete. Every day, for ?? days, our four servants of death would source new meals for IT, and this macabre routine would repeat itself.
Before dawn, they had begun. They seemed to know exactly where to stop, where to dig. They dug, and dug, and dug, and dug until there was a large, deep hole. Having gott lucky with the first two, now the real work would begin. Wordlessly as they do not communicate with words, each began walking for some distance, until they came across some long, thin branches with much foliage. Perfect. Once gathered and carried to their chasm of a hole, all pitched in to cover it, and soon, it was as if it weren’t there at all.
Looking silently at one another, they moved on, walking until they came upon a tree with just the branches they were looking for. Branches that would bow, but not break. Working as one being, one entity, the branches were, one by one, dragged down until they were able to use the surrounding vines to fasten them in place. Another…done.
Now the Family, with sticks preselected for thickness, began whittling one end to a razor sharp point. Once this was finished, they were rigged up on a pressure trigger to stab when the wire was tripped.
They never get tired, they never sleep, this being the case, the got straight onto the next trap. Camouflaging a cave so it became invisible, just one of the many well practised talents that they possessed. Without resting, or even pausing, they continued on to checking there was no other means of escape, so they would be funnelled into their tomb. This done, they went about setting up the crude metal bars that would crash down after them, trapping them in their tomb.
They had got lucky with the first two, who they had come by purely by accident, that was two down, ?? to go. Now….they waited….ever patient…..ever ????????. In their stretched, extended lives, it seemed in no time at all, that another group of backpackers entered the ghost town of Kiara. Fresh faced and unaware of the evil lurking around every corner, under every rock. This group of four were exhausted were exhausted after their long, dusty trip. All four hailed from bonnie Scotland.
This, ‘family’, is not a family.
But a guardian, as ancient as the creature itself. They have a vested interest in ITs prosperity…..for as long as IT lives, as do they. So…every 22 years, they feed this beast, by whatever means necessary. A dark and sinister force lurks in the depths of the lagoon. In the rocky pools, deep beneath the waters smooth surface. There lies monsters, who are then eaten by bigger carnivorous creatures. But deeper…....much deeper… a much more sinister force lurks. Ancient. Sleeping. Patient. RAVENOUS !! Until IT’s 22 year slumber is finally over. Until IT’s hunger awakens IT, and IT needs to feed. IT lives in myth…legend. And IT lives under the surface of this unassuming lagoon, in outback Australia.
From the deepest, darkest depths….IT came. The other creatures quickly darted to get out of ITs way. It swan with great speed towards the water’s surface, and just as they had dragged the body to the waters edge. IT surfaced, and took Inga in ITs cavernous mouth, breaking bones with ITTs powerful jaw. Rows and rows of razor sharp teeth cut through her like butter. Blood now gushed from ITs mouth and coloured the water. No sooner the meal devoured, IT, in one smooth movement, spun around and gracefully dived back from whence IT came. The waters stillness returned, and those same four figures could be seen backing slowly away.
The specifically chose backpackers, as they had no family who would realize them missing. Even if they did, it would be thought they had just moved on. Our ‘Family’, have fed this beast for many generations, their extended lives are testimony to this.
For as long as IT lives….as will they. Herein lies the motive to nurture such a hideous creature. Their stretched, emotionless faces, with a shock of the palest of the pale blonde hair atop their freakishly tall, pale and slender frames. Knowing the beast is still hungry, and would feed for ?? more days, before returning beneath the water’s surface once more. Their duties were not yet complete. Every day, for ?? days, our four servants of death would source new meals for IT, and this macabre routine would repeat itself.
Before dawn, they had begun. They seemed to know exactly where to stop, where to dig. They dug, and dug, and dug, and dug until there was a large, deep hole. Having gott lucky with the first two, now the real work would begin. Wordlessly as they do not communicate with words, each began walking for some distance, until they came across some long, thin branches with much foliage. Perfect. Once gathered and carried to their chasm of a hole, all pitched in to cover it, and soon, it was as if it weren’t there at all.
Looking silently at one another, they moved on, walking until they came upon a tree with just the branches they were looking for. Branches that would bow, but not break. Working as one being, one entity, the branches were, one by one, dragged down until they were able to use the surrounding vines to fasten them in place. Another…done.
Now the Family, with sticks preselected for thickness, began whittling one end to a razor sharp point. Once this was finished, they were rigged up on a pressure trigger to stab when the wire was tripped.
They never get tired, they never sleep, this being the case, the got straight onto the next trap. Camouflaging a cave so it became invisible, just one of the many well practised talents that they possessed. Without resting, or even pausing, they continued on to checking there was no other means of escape, so they would be funnelled into their tomb. This done, they went about setting up the crude metal bars that would crash down after them, trapping them in their tomb.
They had got lucky with the first two, who they had come by purely by accident, that was two down, ?? to go. Now….they waited….ever patient…..ever ????????. In their stretched, extended lives, it seemed in no time at all, that another group of backpackers entered the ghost town of Kiara. Fresh faced and unaware of the evil lurking around every corner, under every rock. This group of four were exhausted were exhausted after their long, dusty trip. All four hailed from bonnie Scotland.
IT- Origins
This macabre family, are now mere slaves to ‘IT’. Mere providers of nourishment, to ensure they do not become meals themselves. It all began, one overcast day…..when IT was preparing to devour their daughter, Sara, her mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. Her mother, Ann, began pleading with IT, “NO….NO….NO…you cannot take her….please!” IT’s mouth widened to reveal the rows and rows of razor sharp teeth, and just as IT’s mouth was about to snap shut, Steve shouted, “What if we find you the meals you require....” “Daddy...NO!” Sara peeped, and Sam shook his head. “Father…how will we…” Steve looked at his family and said again quietly, “What if I find you these…these….meals you require? Will you leave my family alone?” Although IT did not speak, it was understood that a deal had been struck when the creature turned and dived back into the murky water. Ann began to sob, Steve put his hand upon her shoulder. Sam and Sara just stood there in disbelief, what had they gone and done….made a deal with the Devil?
Over the many years of their extended lives, their stretched existence, there was much bloodshed. Mainly Backpackers were sacrificed to the Creature. They found that they were pretty much the only people to pass through this blip of a town. Kiama had slowly died out as people had moved on to greener pastures. Through these long years, our Family kind of…stretched until they barely resembled human beings at all. They became just empty shells of the people they used to be. Our family found out the hard way, that during IT’s 33 year slumber, it was beneficial for them too to hibernate. As well as it making it harder to be found by such pesky individuals as the police.
And so it went….our Family became good at creating more and more traps for those luckless individuals who stumbled upon their tiny town. Devising new and horrific ways in which to capture and kill those luckless backpackers who happened to make the fatal mistake of wandering into the tiny town of Kiama, in outback Australia.
Over the many years of their extended lives, their stretched existence, there was much bloodshed. Mainly Backpackers were sacrificed to the Creature. They found that they were pretty much the only people to pass through this blip of a town. Kiama had slowly died out as people had moved on to greener pastures. Through these long years, our Family kind of…stretched until they barely resembled human beings at all. They became just empty shells of the people they used to be. Our family found out the hard way, that during IT’s 33 year slumber, it was beneficial for them too to hibernate. As well as it making it harder to be found by such pesky individuals as the police.
And so it went….our Family became good at creating more and more traps for those luckless individuals who stumbled upon their tiny town. Devising new and horrific ways in which to capture and kill those luckless backpackers who happened to make the fatal mistake of wandering into the tiny town of Kiama, in outback Australia.
WORD CARVINGS
WORD CARVINGS
Restlessness fades as the invisible veil is lifted. All bindings drift away and confusing thoughts subside. The soft beginnings of a dream perceive a form flitting soundlessly between tangled trunks. Ancient Oaks part to reveal a stream. Its whispering laughter, echoing breathlessly through the dell. The day waned, as dusk twined about the boles of the trees. The slender figure kneeled gracefully upon the grassy bank and placed her hands onto the dry forest floor. Seemingly comforted by the steady pulse of the Earth, she gathers single strands of emerald hued grass, respectfully thanking the plants for their sacrifice. Thirteen strands hereafter, with the leaves intertwined through the long binds of her fingers, she stilled for a moment. Eyes closed, her lips moving wordlessly, as the wind tugs at her sleeve. The woman’s brow furrows and shoulders tremble as if intense internal forces rack her manifest being. Rising gently to her feet tossing the grass up into the air, and releasing the energy raised with it. Catching the floating breeze, the grass sails over the stream. Landing, the woman senses its power seeping from whence it came. All over, she danced a dance for the Sun and the Moon. From the glade a light could be seen, one of crystals in shadows shimmering. From a pipe unseen, floated enchanting music. The lights of the stars followed the tresses of her hair and her raiment glimmering. As faltering fingers of light touched her lithe and her hair like fire following, her mantle and sleeves arrayed in the wonder of flowers of golden hue. The lady ran lightly into a deep, green hollow, the silver stream murmuring endlessly. She stopped before a low pedestal carved as a branching tree, where stood a basin of silver. She breathed on the dark water and when it was again still, her head raised, a last golden glow silhouetted her frame. With eyes cast downwards she silently beckoned, her mouth moving wordlessly. As her eyes lifted, piecing depths unknown…………
Restlessness fades as the invisible veil is lifted. All bindings drift away and confusing thoughts subside. The soft beginnings of a dream perceive a form flitting soundlessly between tangled trunks. Ancient Oaks part to reveal a stream. Its whispering laughter, echoing breathlessly through the dell. The day waned, as dusk twined about the boles of the trees. The slender figure kneeled gracefully upon the grassy bank and placed her hands onto the dry forest floor. Seemingly comforted by the steady pulse of the Earth, she gathers single strands of emerald hued grass, respectfully thanking the plants for their sacrifice. Thirteen strands hereafter, with the leaves intertwined through the long binds of her fingers, she stilled for a moment. Eyes closed, her lips moving wordlessly, as the wind tugs at her sleeve. The woman’s brow furrows and shoulders tremble as if intense internal forces rack her manifest being. Rising gently to her feet tossing the grass up into the air, and releasing the energy raised with it. Catching the floating breeze, the grass sails over the stream. Landing, the woman senses its power seeping from whence it came. All over, she danced a dance for the Sun and the Moon. From the glade a light could be seen, one of crystals in shadows shimmering. From a pipe unseen, floated enchanting music. The lights of the stars followed the tresses of her hair and her raiment glimmering. As faltering fingers of light touched her lithe and her hair like fire following, her mantle and sleeves arrayed in the wonder of flowers of golden hue. The lady ran lightly into a deep, green hollow, the silver stream murmuring endlessly. She stopped before a low pedestal carved as a branching tree, where stood a basin of silver. She breathed on the dark water and when it was again still, her head raised, a last golden glow silhouetted her frame. With eyes cast downwards she silently beckoned, her mouth moving wordlessly. As her eyes lifted, piecing depths unknown…………