Creative Fiction
It’s Just a car
They say
Memories embedded
Into the engine
Love driving the wheel
Taking us to different
Locations
Directing us to
Better foundations
Carrying hearts
In different positions
Lights that carry
Us home
A brighter day
A Darker night
Its just a car
They say
It was a day like any other for Dr. Amelia Sinclair, a brilliant astrophysicist working at the cutting edge of interdimensional research. Little did she know, her life was about to take an extraordinary turn.As she pored over the latest data from the experimental quantum entanglement observatory, a peculiar anomaly caught her eye. Intrigued, she delved deeper, running complex simulations and cross-referencing her findings. The results were astonishing – there was clear evidence of a parallel Earth, an exact duplicate of our own world, existing in a neighboring dimension.
Driven by a relentless curiosity, Amelia assembled a team of the world’s foremost experts in quantum physics, engineering, and astrobiology. Together, they embarked on a daring mission to establish contact with this parallel Earth.After months of painstaking work, they succeeded in creating a stable wormhole, a gateway between the two dimensions. Amelia herself was the first to step through, her heart pounding with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.
As Amelia emerged on the other side, she found herself in a world that was eerily familiar, yet subtly different. The landscape, the cities, even the people – all were nearly identical to her own Earth. But upon closer inspection, she noticed intriguing divergences.In this parallel world, technology had advanced at a faster pace, with flying cars and holographic displays commonplace. International borders had been abolished, and a global government maintained peace and prosperity. Yet, there were also darker elements – a totalitarian regime that ruthlessly suppressed dissent, and a looming environmental crisis that threatened the very survival of this parallel civilization.
Amelia’s discoveries were both exhilarating and unsettling. She realized that the fate of her own world could be inextricably linked to the one she had just encountered. As she delved deeper, she was faced with a momentous decision: should she intervene, using her knowledge to alter the course of this parallel Earth, or should she maintain a hands-off approach, respecting the autonomy of this other dimension?The choice would not be an easy one, but Amelia knew that the consequences of her actions could ripple through the very fabric of reality, shaping the future of both worlds.
After many thoughts and moral questions she decided that she would go in as a stranger and observe.
In this vast world, where hearts may roam astray,
Two souls may meet, destined to intertwine,
A bond unbreakable, come what may,
A love so pure, like vintage, aged fine.
In every glance, a universe they find,
In whispered words, a symphony of truth,
Two souls as one, their destinies aligned,
Bound by a love eternal, without sleuth.
Through trials and tribulations, they endure,
Through storms and shadows, they remain as one,
Their love unwavering, forever pure,
A testament to all that’s said and done.
Soulmates they are, connected from the start,
Two halves as one, a love that fills the heart.
True horror can manifest in many ways, often taking residence in the shadows of the everyday. This is a chilling tale of a real-life encounter that left a lasting impression on those involved.
It was a warm summer evening when a group of friends decided to explore an abandoned house on the outskirts of town. The old Victorian mansion had long been a source of curiosity among the locals, with rumors of its dark past and eerie happenings.
As the friends ventured inside, they were greeted by a musty smell that hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the house’s long years of neglect. The floorboards creaked beneath their feet, and cobwebs clung to every corner, giving the mansion an air of desolation.
As they made their way through the dimly lit corridors, a sense of unease settled over the group, each step echoing through the empty halls like a heartbeat in the silence. Shadows danced along the walls, and whispers seemed to drift from the darkened rooms, causing a chill to run down their spines.
But it was when they reached the attic that things took a turn for the truly terrifying. Among the dusty boxes and forgotten relics, they stumbled upon a peculiar mirror that seemed to exude a palpable sense of dread. Its glass was warped and cracked, reflecting distorted images that sent a shiver down their spines.
One by one, the friends peered into the mirror, only to be met with their own twisted reflections, their eyes wide with growing horror. It was then that one of them noticed a figure standing behind them in the reflection, a shadowy silhouette with hollow eyes that seemed to stare into their very souls.
Panic gripped the group as they turned around, but there was nothing there – only the empty attic and the ominous mirror that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. In that moment, they knew they were not alone in the abandoned house, and that something malevolent lurked in the shadows, watching and waiting.
As they fled the mansion, their hearts pounding with fear, they could still feel the gaze of the unseen presence following them, a chilling reminder that some horrors are not confined to the realm of fiction. To this day, the group refuses to speak of their encounter in the abandoned house, haunted by the memory of the twisted mirror and the dark entity that lurked within its depths.
The Hidden Realm
Deep beneath the Earth’s surface, hidden from the eyes of the world above, lay a mysterious and magical realm known as UnderEarth. This subterranean world was home to a diverse array of creatures and landscapes, unlike anything seen on the surface. A gigantic inner sun revolved high above this world giving its loving rays to every single cell of life.
As the inhabitants of UnderEarth went about their daily lives, unaware of the world above, a sense of peace and tranquility enveloped the underground realm. The luminescent crystals that dotted the cavern walls provided a soft, ethereal glow, illuminating the lush forests, winding rivers, and sprawling valleys that populated this hidden world.
At the heart of UnderEarth stood the magnificent City of Agartha, a bustling metropolis where beings of all shapes and sizes coexisted in harmony. The city was a marvel of architecture, with towering spires and intricate bridges connecting different levels of the underground city.
In Agartha, the air buzzed with excitement as preparations were underway for the annual Festival of Being, a celebration of the bioluminescent flora and fauna that thrived in UnderEarth. The festival was a time of joy and merriment, where the inhabitants gathered to honor the beauty and magic of their hidden realm.
Among the residents of Agartha was a young woman named Algaerlia, known for her shimmering eyes and radiant smile. Algaerlia was an adept healer, using her powers to cure ailments and mend wounds with a touch of her hand. She was beloved by all who knew her, her kindness and compassion shining as brightly as the crystals that adorned the city walls.
As the Festival of Being approached, Algaeria found herself caught up in a whirlwind of activity, tending to the sick and injured who sought her healing touch. But amidst the busyness of the festival preparations, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss in UnderEarth.
One day, as she wandered the moss-covered pathways of Alfartga, a strange whisper echoed through the caverns, sending shivers down her spine. It was a voice from the depths of the earth, a haunting melody that spoke of danger and uncertainty.
Determined to uncover the truth behind the mysterious voice, Algaeria set out on a journey that would lead her to the darkest corners of Underearth. Little did she know that her quest would unravel secrets long buried beneath the surface, threatening the very fabric of the hidden realm.
And so, as the Festival of Being drew near, Algaeria embarked on a journey that would change the course of UnderEarth’s history forever, delving into the depths of the earth to confront the shadows that lingered there, and to discover the true meaning of her place in this hidden world.
In the ethereal realm of existence’s grasp,
Where darkness prevails, life’s light shall unclasp.
A symphony of souls, seeking solace anew,
To find rebirth beneath nature’s pristine hue.
From the dust and debris of past transgressions,
The phoenix emerges, void of obsessions.
Its wings unfurl, adorned with vibrant grace,
It soars towards freedom, in celestial embrace.
As a seed whispers secrets within fertile ground,
A sapling arises, with vigor profound.
Through barren terrains, it battles and strives,
Revitalizing lands, where hope once was deprived.
Like a novels protagonist, finding redemption,
The soul seeks solace, a sacred exemption.
In the realm of words, in muses’ blooming wake,
It heals its wounds, for its own sake.
Through verses, it dives into boundless seas,
Exploring depths, where raw emotions seize.
Each stanza a vessel, to navigate uncharted lands,
Resurrecting dreams, with deft poetic hands.
With the brushstrokes of a master, artistry unfolds,
Transforming canvases, where new stories are told.
A waltz on the stage, the dancer redefines,
Bodies in motion, as rebirth intertwines.
In the depths of music, where melodies reside,
Harmonies of renewal, in symphonic stride.
From sorrow’s grip, it transcends and ascends,
Creating a symphony, where sorrow amends.
Thus, rebirth’s essence, in the genius’s caress,
Transcends mere words, in moments we possess.
In every creation, a phoenix takes its flight,
From ashes to redemption, in eternal light.
So embrace the cycle, as life’s chapters unfold,
Like literary giants, in stories yet untold.
For in rebirth’s embrace, lies a wondrous invitation,
To redefine existence, in resplendent celebration
– an Ode to 2023, here’s to 2024
Thank you to J for making my dreams finally come true. I manifested a dream into reality.
God bless everyone, much love ❤️
The ice white face stared at her reflection in the black mirror, in the background behind her, moonlight streamed in through an open window. Her face looked hauntingly beautiful as she looked into the very depths of the black mirror. Images swirled around her reflection. She gave a deep sigh.
A gust of wind suddenly blew through the open window and gently pushed against her, moving her emerald green dress viilently but she did not move, another bright white face appeared above hers in the mirror to her left side.
“Good evening mistress” a raspy voice echoed through the mirror to the woman. She nodded slowly. Another gust of wind blew in and another face appeared to her right in the mirror and greeted her. The irritation within her swelled to the surface but she held it back and nodded to the newcomer.
A baby crying in the distance cut through the silence, the womans eyes narrowed.
“She has arrived” the new face declared. She nodded once more slowly.
“Have you two done as I have requested?”
“Yes, mistress, we have done as you have asked. Your prize is in the study room” They both said in unison. The baby crying in the distance once more, her eyes narrowing again.
She brought a long slender white hand up to the mirror, she clicked her finger and thumb and with that the two white faces were gone.
Turning her back to the black mirror she walked fluidly to the window and stared at the rolling hills, how beautiful this night was. The glorious moon gave all its mighty rays to her this evening. Her concentration was broken once again as the baby was heard crying, her mouth rolled upwards to reveal two long sharp fangs. She hissed and growled but quickly regained composure and returned her mouth to its normality.
The baby was two rooms away but she could still hear it, slowly she turned and walked towards the study. Her movements fluid and graceful, her eyes now becoming blood red, fangs glistening now as she changed from woman to hunter. The more she heard the baby the more thirsty for blood she became. She walked through her study with grace, the crying becoming louder with every step. She could even hear the delicious heartbeat of the babe pounding like a tribal drum.
She saw her prize sitting slumped over a couch, waiting for her. What a pathetic man he was she thought and yet how wonderfully handsome. She shrugged off the thoughts, time for him later. She licked her fangs as she gave him a glance.
The baby crying broke her attention once more, eyes filled with blood lust. Heading towards the bedroom where this baby was, every step she could hear the heart pounding from the newborn babe getting even louder, more unbearably.
A hand on the door knob to the bedroom, bone white skin reflecting of the study light. Her eyes now redder than lava and fangs elongated, she was nearly there. The baby still crying hard. She returned her compusure and reformed to her humanity, the door swung open and there on the bed was the dead mother, four women surrounded the corpse and another woman held the baby soothing it.
She took in the scene with indifference but the sight of bood was becoming too much, she only had time for brief conversation or she would kill them all through a blood frenzy.
“I want one of you to come to the study and tell me exactly what happened to my cousin” and with that she turned from them, as she did her eyes turned red and fangs appeared. She walked back to the study and stood in the centre below a giant chandelier, her form changed back, she needed to feed soon. She turned to face the bedroom door.
A short woman appeared from the portal and came to stand in front of her.
“Madame Fantome” she began “there were complications with Marie, she just wasnt strong enough…” with an intake of air and a slight gulp she continued. “We couldn’t save her at all”
“My cousin shall be removed and the baby kept in this castle. I require a wet nurse for the” she paused and said the word very slowly “babe”. The nun nodded solemnly and did a curtsey.
“One more thing Sister” the vampire called out. The Nun turned about in a flash.
“Bring the baby to my Chambers in half an hour or so. I would like to” she left the sentence hanging before continuing “comfort the babe”. She smiled after and the Nun took in a big gulp.
Deafening Silence now. The tall vampire waved her away, the baby still crying in the next room. The bedroom door was closed now.
Turning to the man still slumped over the couch she went to him. Grabbing his legs she slowly dragged him to her bedroom, dragging him easily as if he were some clothes on the floor.
Madame Fantome was once more in her room, she locked her door. With one hand she raised the man and threw him onto the bed. He awoke as he saw her jumping onto the bed, her eyes bright red and fangs fully drawn. She prowled like a starved tiger on the hunt for its food.
“It will take but one moment of your time” she grinned, then she jumped and punctured his neck within seconds. He kicked and fought against her but he may as well be fighting with a stone wall, there was no chance of escape with her vice like grip. The deliciousness of the blood poured right into her mouth, a volcano of ecstasy. Nourishing the very centre of her being. Her skin becoming a more human colour, from white to a fleshy pink.
She retracted her fangs, the blood dripping slightly as she licked with her tongue. Looking at the man, he was like a dried up leaf laying there. Disgusted at the sight of him, she got up and pulled a lever by the side of her bed. A trap door opened. She threw the corpse down the trap door and moved the lever once more.
Such a pity she thought. The handsome devil could have had more torture but she was famished with hunger.
Some time passed when she heard a knock on her door, it was the Sister with the baby. Madam Fantome opened the door and beheld the scene, the babe was clean and content now. She thanked the Nun who was quite clearly in distress over the situation however she cleverly masked the emotions, any mortal would never know.
The babe was now in her arms and she cradled it gently, the little angel in a rag for a blanket.
“You should’ve stayed away, boy.” The gunslinger strode towards the young man. His dark brooding eyes peering from under his wide brimmed hat, they narrowed as he analysed the young man.
“I aint afraid of you Hawk” the boys eyes squinted as the man continued his stride, he was at least 15 paces away now. The youths hands were resting an inch from his gun holsters.
“You want to be famous boy?” Hawks eyes blazed as he took in the sight of this foolish kid, he noticed no fear at all even as he kept his slow stride towards him.
“Heres the boy who killed Hawk Goodwin!” He proclaimed and chuckled slowly which further enraged the young man.
“It ain’t about that Hawk, you know it! you are a killer!”
“Oh yeah boy? And what would that make you if you managed to kill me?” He came to a sudden stop in a sudden realisation “whats your name?”
“My name?” The boys eyes blazed with fury “its Frederick Hanstein”
“Jennys son?” Hawk scratched his chin offhand and it took Frederick by surprise, his hand went to his gun but he stopped.
Hawk already had his gun pointed at the boy, he didn’t stand a chance, hawk put his gun back in his holster seamlessly.
“Go home, today is too good a day to die” hawk started his stride towards Frederick and walked abruptly past him. Frederick turned about to watch Hawk striding through the town.
Frederick hollered at him through the silence “youre gonna die by my hands Hawk, Mark my words”.
Frederick shook his head and headed towards the woman on the horse he had seen with Hawk. She looked down at him as he approached then her silent gaze went back to Hawk
The townstreet was empty except for some horses tethered to wooden bars outside the inns and saloons. The little huts that served as houses were quiet and no sign of movements from inside.
Hawk thought about the conversation with the lad, he had seen it all before with these fame hungry idiots. They were all the same these men he thought, all wanted a piece of the acclaim. Pathetic men making a name for themselves by killing, somehow their own morals cleansed as soon as their trigger was pulled and a murder had occurred. He shrugged the thoughts off like sand and continued to his goal.
He opened the saloon doors and saw that it was a stark contrast to outside, whereas it was quiet out there it was a frenzy of noise. The whores noises coming from upstairs, ⁸the angry growls of drunks losing at the gambling tables and arguments over coin. He lived in a godless world. The noise came to a crashing halt when they noticed the tall stranger.
He scanned the room, the silence was deafening, a few men held their beers steady and some he noticed had their guns cocked. He ignored that and walked two paces into the entrance and stopped.
“Which one of you dirty lowdown no good sons of a bitches is Darryl Slade?” His yell had stopped the noises from upstairs, a man stumbled out of a room and fell over half dressed, he had a jacket on and undergarments. He fumbled for his gun and aimed it at Hawk. His gun went off without aiming and ricocheted off a lamp.
Hawk drew his gun lightning fast and the bullet struck the gun in this man’s hand and it flew away. Hawk strode confidently up the stairs to the man that was now cowering on the floor.
“Open your god damn mouth Darryl”
Darryl did as requested and Hawk slid the gun deep into his mouth. “Up you bastard!” The gun nearly choking the man as he was directed upwards from his cowardly position.
Hawk directed him downstairs, his narrow eyes scanning the growd quickly. Suddenly the saloon doors opened abruptly breaking the silence, it was Frederick.
“Killer! Don’t even think about it Hawk!” Frederick’s gun was aimed at him, hawk growled out his next words.
“Stupid boy, put away your weapon”
“I will not! I am tired of the death that follows you everywhere” as the last word exited his mouth a gunshot narrowly missed his face, hawks second gun smoking from the shot. The entire room let out a noise.
“I will not miss next time.” He grimaced and continued “put down your gun boy”.
The gun was tossed away and Frederick was in a shocking trance. Hawk stared into Darryl’s eyes and saw that he was terrified, this man was wanted for murder, for rape and plundering. He was worth more alive than dead, it wasn’t about that though.
“You!” He bellowed so that all could hear “I am going to give you a chance”
Darryl’s eyes went from terrified to a glimmer of hope, he saw hawks eyes burned with hellfire.
“You’re going to tell everyone here what you’ve done.” He growled through gritted teeth “but first theres someone that wants to see you” Hawk’s anger was controlled as he grinned like a demon. He jerked the gun in Darryl’s mouth to turn him round and directed him outside.
He kept the gun directly in his mouth as he marched him backwards out to the street. Darryl could not see behind him but there were two horses just past where Frederick had challenged Hawk. One had a rider and the other none.
The woman sat atop the horse staring at the two figures approaching, she glanced further and saw a curious crowd advancing too. Her mind racing but not showing on her stony emotionless face, her anger rising like a phoenix at the sight of this Darryl.
He had slaughtered her whole family, her husband and her only child. He and his raiders had abused her repeatedly until Hawk rescued her. She was not terrified but her hatred burned in her as hot as lava, her hands inching towards a serrated knife.
Hawk glanced quickly at her as he approached and she slightly nodded.
“Turn around you gutless swine” he grimaced “and meet your chance”. He pulled his gun out of Darryl’s mouth, Darryl turned around and slowly looked up, the womans deep blue eyes glared down at him and shame burned through his soul as he recognised her.
His head bowed as he breathed “you, I cannot…I don’t…”
“Save your breath bandit” she said in a low calm deep voice, Darryl felt comforted in the tone. She turned her eyes to the crowd and cantered the horse towards them, pacing backwards and forwards.
“This!” She pointed with her gun “this is who you chose to be your law? Your sheriff?”
She struck him with the gun to the face, the crowd exclaimed, he went down on the ground with a thud.
“Tell them what you did…Darryl….sorry Sheriff” she glared at him as he lifted his head.
“I…killed…her family” he mumbled quietly.
“Sorry! Can’t hear you little man,” she mocked and struck him again.
“I killed her family!” More confidently and loudly to which the crowd let out murmurs.
“That’s not all he and his band did” her eyes as cold as stone, hawk never took his eyes off the man. “Nevertheless it is between me and him what he did, im Sure you can guess”.
She turned the horse around twice and paced up and down the crowd, she looked at them and the silence was exhausting.
“Now, my name is Wing and this so called man is mine for the time being” she looked around at the crowd “when I an finished with him he will be returned to this town for punishment”
A few in the crowd uttered a few words of discontent, Wing pointed at one.
“You!” The crowd went silent once more and the man stepped forward “do you have a problem?”
“Eh..no…mam…its just we don’t have no sheriff now since this one” he spat at him “he done gone and turned out as bad as an egg in october”
“I see, well, decide between you who you want as a sheriff. We will be back in 3 days time” she was interrupted by Hawk.
“Is Frederick here?”
Frederick appeared from within the crowd and approached Wings horse. Hawk motioned him over all the while keeping a wary eye on Darryl, Darryl was defeated he knew but still a dying animal could still fight.
“I like you boy and you come from good stock, I think you should be sheriff” he whispered. Frederick taken aback by the offer, wing stared at the two curiously.
“My how things change round here, I just can’t keep up” Frederick’s eyes went to Darryl then back to Hawk “does it mean you’ll stop calling me boy?”.
Hawk grinned. “Yes I believe I will”
Frederick went to Darryl and pulled the sheriff star off his chest, he punched him hard in the mouth. “You never deserved a place in the town, never mind the law. Damn devil” darryl groaned a little from the punch. The newly appointed sheriff turned back to Hawk.
“Very well Hawk, our conversation from earlier is still not done. Indeed it has not!”
“We will continue it in three days time Sheriff”
The crowd welcomed the new sheriff with a small applause. Wings facial expression had not changed. Swiftly she pulled her horse back in a circle and pulled a rope out and threw it to Hawk. He caught it instantly.
“If you be so kind Mr Hawk”
He grinned and nodded, he put the rope around Darryl’s neck and tightened it, he then passed the other end to Wing who tied it to the saddle.
They rode gently out for several miles dragging the body of the bandit behind. They heard moans of pain but ignored it. Setting up camp, hawk built a fire as wing went hunting for food. They had tied Darryl’s hands and feet up so he could not escape.
When Wing came back she had two rabbits dangling from her hands, the serrated knife dripping in blood. She stuck the long knife into the fire where the metal part stayed submerged heated.
Darryl looked at the woman, how fearsome she looked. This woman was nothing 4 years ago, a mouse of a woman, taken so easily. Now look at her, his eyes drifted from her to the knife slowly glowing red in the fire. He then stared up and saw that Hawk was studying him.
“You know” hawk said breaking his gaze and laying down to look at the night sky “you would be a good wife Wing”
“Why’s that Hawk? Just want someone to care for you?” He grinned at her bluntness “nah thats easy to find, you’re a real woman though Little Wing”
His head suddenly hurt as he got whacked with a pot. “Less of that Mr Hawk or you’ll not see the dawn”
He laughed as he replied “I take it back, you wouldn’t be a good wife at all”.
She smiled without meaning to and suddenly stopped as she glared at Darryl.
“Hawk” she said seriously. “I’m gonna talk to Darryl now so I want to have some privacy” her eyes darkened. He held his hands up in defense and nodded, walking away towards some boulders where he sat. He pulled out a worn out letter and started reading it by the moonlight.
He looked back at the camp and noticed she had taken Darryl’s undergarmens down, the red hot knife was illuminated in the dark as it went towards Darryl.
His screams were louder than anything hawk had heard of before. It was Darryl’s own fault, she had been seeking revenge for 4 years, what did he expect? He probably thought she was like the other women who would have just taken it. No, not wing, she was a fighter and by god she would fight to the bitter end for anything she believed in.⁹
When he rescued her her name was not wing but that’s what she had settled on. He thought of her as a little broken wing back then but she was stronger than that now. From time to time he would wonder what her real name was. Darryl’s screams grew louder and louder interrupting his thoughts.
He grinned to himself.
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”
She had surrendered to the feeling of change within herself, the majestic feelings of joy that this meditation brought. Here in this limitless state she was free, here she was safe. She could do anything and be anything she wanted.
Her head now swimming with all the colours of the spectrum, changing, spiralling and evolving in wondrous patterns. Meanwhile her body lay still in silence within her physical reality, the mind seperate and unfiltered with imagination.
Calm and relaxed she had been for 5 hours straight, physical realities drifted to her and the feeling of dreadful 3d existence appeared within her heart like a stone. It must be nearly 3 am now she thought as her soul soared through the sky passing by stars. High in the sky her spirit turned and admired the Earth, how wondrously marbled it looked with its blue white patterns. Drifting slowly down into the atmosphere back towards the area where her body lay she saw forests before her and the sea to the right.
The dawn slowly creeping in the distance towards the housing estates and fields.
She soared towards a yellow flickering light emanating below her on the earth near her house, she smiled as it was someones car alarm going off. A strange sensation as she both heard the noise with her spiritual and physical ears. Her grin was cut short when she looked at her bedroom window and saw two glowing red eyes staring at her, menacing beyond reason. The eyes blinking three times and then dissapearing to the darkness of the room.
It was them, back again. She sighed deeply and returned to the soaring and swooping of the trip, she saw people stumbling home after a night out and people getting ready for work. Looking up and in the sky were thousands of lights, shed seen these before, travellers like her. All attached to lights, I don’t think they see their lights she whispered to herself.
Aoifes mind came back to the demons unwillingly, she wished they would just leave her alone. She needed to do this meditation, it was a lifeline for her. The demons could not find her in fear with this serenity, they could try to scare her in this mindful state but it was impossible, blessed be the universe she praised silently.
Memories now came to her as she flew on to distant planets and she embraced them, she felt the feelings of nostalgia upon her and in her physical reality her eyes filled with tears, warm hot tears that trickled down slowly. Did she feel breath on her face? Or did she imagine it? Paranoia swiftly passed through her and she shrugged it off.
She ignored that feeling and came back to the memories, beautiful and sublime. Past lovers and of the best moments she had experienced. Her spirit soaring towards Mars and flying past some stars and a giant satellite.
Growling. She heard growling in her physical reality, it was the demons. Back again! would they ever leave? She shrugged with her mind the horrible thoughts and returned once more to happiness and the big red planet that was now facing her. She pulled to a stop, her soul filled with joy at the planet.
Thinking of what Mars would look like she started again and sped towards the planets atmosphere and was near the ground in an instant. Feet lightly touching the ground as she landed. She sat on the ground and took in the surroundings, she was in the middle of a sandstorm looking onwards. Her mind drifted to memories once more.
Now she was remembering when she graduated from university and how proud she was of the achievement, those were good days. The friends she met and experiences in those times were amazing.
Laughter. She heard a low sinister laugh with her ears but she held on to the memories like a weapon. She couldn’t stay in this state much longer but she would try to keep the peace within herself jist to stay in this perfect meditation.
This was her “sleep” time, when she could just relax and let her body sleep but keep her mind awake. She felt a touch on her face, she instinctively opened her eyes. Mars was gone and so was the tranquility she had gained.
Blood red reptilian eyes were an inch from her own, she screamed in panic and saw that this pleased the creature. Its breathing laugh coming out in hisses and coughs. She blinked her eyes and it was gone within seconds. Her body shot up from the laying position in bed.
Trembling hands touched the lamp and the light illuminated the room, nothing that she could see. She eased back in the bed and as she put her back flat to the bed she was frozen in horror. For upon the ceiling the sight of a demon with a sharp wide grin. The demons tongue lowering down to her body, the saliva dripping down onto her face and hair.
She closed her eyes and went straight back to her meditating, it was all she could do to stop the terror and fear. Nothing happened from the demon, no curses, no noise and she could certainly feel no wetness on her face. No evil tongue went near her, this was all an act with these beings. Every night at 3am they would do this but it would never be the same surprise or shock. They were very aware of how creative they should be. She hated these things.
Fernon was the only one who believed in her and he was the one that introduced her to meditations and calming of the mind. If it wernt for him she would have gone insane. It used to be hours of torment with these things, now it was little less than 15 mins to an hour. They used to appear much more frequently before she was able to gain full control of body projection.
She would yell at them sometimes and ask what was it they wanted? They would say sometimes they wanted to play with her or they wanted to kill her. Mostly it was about her soul, something once said that she had offended Satan when she was young.
His voice had been drowned out by angry hisses , there must have been a truth to it possibly. Nevertheless she was aware that she was concentrating on the wrong things and her mind went back to the calm tranquility, a low hiss was heard slowly dissapearing as if down a long corridor. This was a mild terror visit from these beings.
Her resting state was undisturbed and she fell into the universes safe and guarding arms until her alarm would undoubtedly go off at 8am.
The cellar was damp and dark, it held many secrets this particular cellar. A mysterious figure passed through the eerie stillness, his hand went up.
The withered hand waved in a figure 8 and a brilliant flash illuminated the room, instant light. The cellar was huge, so huge it seemed to go for miles. Barrels of wine littered the disused cellar. The figure took his hood off.
“For fuck sake!”
He started jumping around cursing and ranting.
********************Chapter Uno***********************
The Stairway to Heaven
It was 1905 in Dover, England. John Pooley was a man of wealthy means, perhaps the reason he was a man of taste. He had recently come back home from an expedition in Tibet. A fantastic time.
Since he came back he had never been the same. It was the tribe he met that sowed the seed, they told him of a world below and a world above. They were passionate and convincing that he decided to investigate, they could only communicate through pictures drawn on the soil. Sometimes it felt like they communicated through other means that John could not explain.
They said certain words like Aghartha and Shambolla. Emphasising on these words so they were remembered.
They handed the explorers a plant and broke off the fruit, eagerly the group ate the strange fruit as they were hungry. They all sat crosslegged in a semi circle as instructed and drifted in mind downwards, almost dreamlike. Johns body sat in his relaxed state as his soul drifted slowly downwards.
As he went down miles and miles he could see interior tunnels travelling and intertwining like snakes. The weaving tunnels had people walking up and down, meeting, chatting and laughing. They looked like a fair and wholesome people with an orange gleam to their bodies.
His soul kept drifting down until he saw a dark blue at the very bottom of the huge cavern. Intrigued, he went through and suddenly a burst of light. What he saw was astounding, a massive white orb in the middle of a huge country. Hard to describe what he was seeing.
His feet planted firmly on the ground, some of the orange tinted people saw him and came running over. They looked confused and the chitter chatter of an unknown language began. John was worried but he could see he was in no danger.
He could see mountains and lakes all the way for miles, the inner sun was pure warmth. He could almost feel God. The people touched his clothes and hugged him close, had he died?
He didn’t know what was happening. Suddenly a wooly mammoth came charging over and skidded to a stop right at John who had fell at the shock. John got up and looked slowly up at the mammoth. A rider peeked his head over with a grin. The rider jumped down.
“Do’urthgar” the rider proclaimed proudly thumping his chest. He then pointed to John and nodded eagerly.
John stepped forward and thumped his chest to mimic “John!”
Do’urthgar laughed heartily.
“What did I say? Why the mirth?” He Asked
The people stopped the chatter. John looked about in amazement then looked at Do’urthgar who was staring hard.
The proud man shook his head as if searching for the right word. His eyes brightened as he uttered a word.
“Engleeshwan?”
Do’urthgar looked pained saying the single word. He looked harder at John waiting for a reply.
“Yes” John replied “Englishman”.
Do ‘urthgar nodded happily then took out a horn. He blew it three times and suddenly John heard thunder, the ground was shaking. A figure came bounding from the distance and got bigger and bigger as it approached. John was scared but Do’urthgar held him fast, the figure was a giant. It was huge, so tall the mammoth looked like a puppy dog. A giant hand came down to grab John. Scared, John winced thinking he was going to die.
But the giant hand was surprisingly gentle, slowly the hand came up and he could see the giant face. It was bearded but cleanly cut and platted. The brown beard glistened against the light, the kindly face smiled as it plopped John on its shoulder.
Dany Slone 