The wanderers, Chapter one: Who am I?

 

Death; is an often limited signification only affiliated with a corporal state, which only happens once, but people would totally be mentally absent from other phenomenons, in which, each person could die severally… once when he is heartbroken, another, when he is totally invisible among crowds…

When a person experiences loneliness around the people he loves, and when a person get totally forgotten, or worse! he himself forgets who he ever was!

*** Chapter one: Who am I?***

This world can’t just explicitly belong to us. Fairies, phantoms, spirits, and all the superstitions we learned in our childhood didn’t just stem out of nowhere, nothing definitely indicates their credibility, they always remain as superstitions, but, these ideas stemmed from believing in the “hidden world”. People; although they differ in color, culture, religion, they still believe in hidden power, unexpected or paranormal events that never had scientific explanations. Science itself includes sometimes volatile theories that people might follow and believe today, but tomorrow they entirely reject!

While we all practice our lives normally, go to work, have dinner with family and friends, celebrate a beautiful occasion, mourn, and suffer, we might see a spectrum passing by our living room couch and try to deny its existence, probably will say “I haven’t slept well”, “It’s just stress”, “confusion”, etc… but never will admit it might be a spectrum, never will admit that some brutal accidents happen to people and they still survived with a miracle! We will never admit that some noises, movements, and other presences sometimes actually make sense as they are, mysterious and unexplained in a formal scientific way.

His holy words, not. Chapter 3 (final): Collusion

 

****Chapter 3: Collusion****

Whiff the candle they lit, this shall douse the fires in your heart,

eating your greens and dissolving your skin…

And empty the buckets they filled for you, you will live longer…

Elude their illusions, elude their chains, and always, trust your guts.

Pamela sneaked into Humbert’s dungeon to free him and run away, disguised as a nun… but as soon as he was freed, holding the laptop she gave him tightly in his arms, the guards recognized Pamela’s face, and headed to her room to confirm… it was locked, which is unusual especially in the absence of Mikal, who also ordered the guards to frequently check on her, they broke into the room and found the two guards soaked in blood. Everyone started panicking and a loop of warning from supervisors to butlers, they searched every corner and inch of the monastery, coincidentally finding that Humbert’s dungeon is also open and he is not there, they tried to call Mikal but he wasn’t responding, allegedly preaching in the congregation.

His holy words, not. Chapter two: God's spoken

 

***Chapter two: God's spoken***

“For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ. And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.” Corinthians, 11:13–14.

Pamela picked up the torn paper and put immediately in her pocket, she poked Humbert’s arm and was frightened by what she read,

“They killed her. I saw
them. Please, help us. I hid her diaries in the garden, where they
planted red tulips.”

His holy words, not. Chapter one: Hunger

 

*** Chapter one: Hunger ***

Faith; is a way of salvation for some, and a way of deceiving for others, a pain for some, a relief for others, a portal to get closer to the truth, or an escape to get further from the unknown… only those who can distinguish, will know for certain that faith sometimes is just a personal perspective, which can be imperfect, and never immaculate.

The moon was full, hiding partially behind the cloud, maybe reflecting a caveat, or an upcoming goodness, and as it’s standing there firmly in the sky, those with empty tummies were waiting at the church’s gate, desperately for their meal.

Hundreds of people of all classes always attend that church, for events, prayers, performing rites, promoting a politician, not just to fulfill their faith, but to cherish the presence of “Mikal”, a young charismatic priest with massive knowledge as alleged by plenty. He gathers people all the time, not just occasionally, to preach among them, to influence them, to deliver them a message of his own, like a prophet, a God-sent.

Nearby the cottage, chapter two: gourmet

 **** chapter two: gourmet ****

The following morning, Lydia left her bed earlier than usual. The halls were cold and empty, a soft wind whispered through the few open windows. She could listen to the leaves rustling outside, and a sudden shudder went through her spine. She remembered the jaw she saw the day before, and the dean's suspicious dismissal. *Something is amiss*, she thought.

     She raced through the hallways, tryingto keep her mind off the matter, and sent to the kitchen. The common area was still deserted, and the cooks laughed in a loud, crude manner. She took a plate, and they lowered their voices as they saw her approach.

Nearby the cottage, Chapter one: Welcome!

 

Lydia entered the campus heading to the medical school she always has dreamed of, nevertheless , she still got an odd feeling, something that feels morbid, uncomfortable jamming her mind and escalating her anxiety.

Everyone instead of talking about the content, schedules and dorms, they're talking about the freshmen party that the seniors have prepared, a gift, a salute they said... Lydia received a flier in her hand about that party... but she was hesitating whether to go, socialize and hype up a bit or stay at her dorm, in her comfort zone.

The rise of a fallen angel, The final chapter/3rd: The daughter of the angler

 

A consolation for those who have been always ashamed of themselves, of their nature, and of their sins, the ones who couldn’t afford looking at themselves in the mirror, seeing their blood dripping from their nose when they’re anxious, and screaming when a glass shard enter their feet… Life isn’t about running away from yourself, but running after it, grasping its core and healing from wounds.

*** Chapter three/ final chapter: The angler’s daughter***

The rise of a fallen angel, Chapter two: The disappearance of Aba

 

Beware the fake smiles, beware the long nails that once caused your scars, and beware of their return; the return of those who longed to diminish your powers and take away your brightness, the return of those you naively thought they loved you, but they didn’t, sometimes it’s right to leave them behind, and sometimes it’s urgent to resist them. Which path should be taken tonight?

***Chapter two: The disappearance of Aba***

The rise of a fallen angel, Chapter one: Temptation

 

Disclaimer: this story has no relation to any religious concept, sect or rites, it's fully fantasy and argues nothing about divinity, or real scripts of real holy books. Enjoy it how it is, pure fantasy, different realm and symbolism.

Innocence is a blessing, and so is a curse; bringing pure little souls even the ones that were born as an evil seed the fears beyond exploitation, of a soul that long lingered in the dark.

“Sidra” and “Aba” were both playing in the yard of an orphanage, where different ethnicities and entities inhabit and vary of different ages, the latter is 8 years old, believed to be mixed of a human artisan and a demon, talented and yet not fully discovered by those around her, and Sidra is an angel, a fallen one, who sinned and degraded from a divine path to a corrupt path, paved by dark spirits who fear her strength and wisdom.

She was born of light, curing the scars of the hurt ones, guiding the lost souls, and facing the eternal darkness that put others in pain constantly, they thrive over one’s suffer. Them, dark souls thought they could take her down, pollute her purity and suck her innocence, Sidra, despite the sin she committed, the temptation she was blinded with, she still holds herself accountable, and not just the demons, she subjugated to love, and loving a gifted human being was her one and only sin she couldn’t resist…

***Chapter one: Temptation***

Doomsday, Chapter two, Salvation!

Quick recap:
Lizzie, the highschool student aspiring to be a vet, meets a diviner-looking old person who tells her she’s a bad omen for those around her, while it still might be a scam, a baseless sentence or just a harassment, Lizzie still ponders those empty words told to her, on an alternative earth, a distorted version of the real world, where she seeks parallel help from those who rescue what remained from humanity after such an apocalyptic event, who knows? Would it possibly happen that youth will be leading again on front lines or permanently perish, creating a chance of disintegration of life means! Or? Did they already survive and there’s no alternative world they tend to inhabit!?

Check, Chapter 1

Suggestions, Chapter one: A tour to fatality

 

Utters none, the wounding soul,

through the plights long shall it lingers,

pleading for mercy to cover her cold neck like a shawl,

to remove her sore feet from the mud,

and to rest her on the shore, so that her fears wash away and all whimpers…

The moon is my witness, Chapter two: the rebirth

 

All her dreams suddenly became true, the ravens sought for their queen as shall she pass by and giver her blessings over everyone in the cemetery; where dead souls and bodies unite, words are no longer uttered, and where life is proven as volatile, and betraying. The cemetery was her definite spot she pledges to inhabit, in spite of her trials of blooming, however, looms the cosmos a darker lilac sky with a blood moon ready to be presented at her plate, and no other fate was her choice, either to succumb to her addressed apocalypse or remain dystopian for the rest of her life.

The moon is my witness, Chapter one: the giver

 

It’s a bittersweet taste, a polarized feeling that could sink oneself into the darkest depth unconsciously,

what if I didn’t warn anyone on the launching ship about a shark coming closer to the port’s shore, what if I muffled that in my chest and accepted an unwanted fate, for some, but for me, it would be a blessing rather than a curse,

Theater, Chapter one: She's alive

 

“Regina, I know that your performance wasn’t that good before which doesn’t make a bit of a difference…”

 

Students giggled loudly causing

Empty shoes, Chapter two: The truth beyond mourning

 

The investigators were having frequent thrives over the regular-patterned interrogation initiated by them and following up with not quite persuasive responses uttered by Freud, who is mainly considered the first suspect in the ambience.

Whenever the thrills of such a situation when Freud gets clueless to speak from his side escalate, the police officers get closer to know more details about

She told me she's in trouble before, chapter I: the flight

 

Nothing was as weirdly beautiful as the way we both met, loathingly looking at each other at the train station, carrying our college books that aren’t well-sorted and heading back home. It was a sunny day, I looked at her eyes, described unfairly in words as following, wide, thick and long eye-lashed eyes hiding behind a lot of scenes witnessed either agonizing or cherishing calling me through my compulsive urge to translate people and somehow solve their problems if they deserve that.

The potion, Chapter II: The healer

 

We once were fetuses inside of our mothers, a flesh growing until it comes out to the world, breathing, crying and seeing for the first time. once we’re born, we get named, and we get to be unknowingly attached to destinies that no normal mortal can anticipate, only sensitive people with sensitive spirits are fully eligible to see within you and detect your special ability.

Sarah is one of them. Since the family just got updated about that serial killer she pointed out for the police that night, they started doubting

The cursed shore, chapter two: phases

 

Artwork by: Akira Kusaka

Chapter two: phases


"Renee, you shouldn't have done this, you are barely overcoming a previous trauma" said by Kevin who argued with Renee for seeking information regarding the mandaean pianist who was slot by rulers of his trible... who included very minor little artists that remained repressed eternally, only one broke the circle

The cursed shore, Chapter one: the vision

 

visual art by: 

Guillaume Tronel

Everyone should stay calm, the ambient light should be dim, the sound of the silence helps the band to perform well for the few audiences attending in the studio they perform at, it’s a padded tiny room that splits the instruments’ vibrations and waves from the outside world.

 

The clown

 

The clock ticked ten.

 And the kid whose age ranges among 7-10 was swaying weary in front of the bed till he fell upon,

 grabbing the cover,