Xavion felt beads of sweat drip along his curly salt and pepper hair near his temples. He used the back of his hand to wipe the signs of his labor...which he did not mind to do, for it was one done out of love.

He waved at his beloved, and she smiled from where she sat...with her feet swinging only a few inches off the fertile ground. She still looked like a child, and even their neighbors all felt open to sharing anything that they had on their mind to her. Sometimes she did not have to say a word, just seeing her smile made them feel like all their heavy weighing troubles/worries were taken off their shoulders.

Xavion continued to work, moving at a steady, and slow pace. His nose twitched. He stopped to look back at his darling, and all that he spotted was only the movement of the wooden seat attached to one branch of the Baobab tree with silver chains.

His heart skipped a beat. He dropped his farming tools and ran toward the ancient baum. The sun was just passing overhead, and his mind raced wondering where his wife could be.

He bent down near the swing, and his nose twitched again. Then just as he was about to rub it, he noticed a trail of golden diamonds that he decided to follow.

Xavion first started walking, and soon moved at a jogging pace. He had no clue where the diamond trail would lead him.

He came to a jolting halt. His body began to tremble from a sudden burst of a frigid gale.

The trail of diamonds had reached a dead end. Xavion was at the edge of a cliff. He leaned a bit forward and stared at the pile of rocks, as well as dunes, at the bottom of the incline.

He took one step forward, and jumped without a second's thought. The trail of diamonds clumped together forming a young female.

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She felt her mind begin to wander. Her heartbeat moved faster, and faster. She was not sure how long she had before it tried to take control.

This part of the much more bearable planet, Earth, reminded her of Mars, with the harsh/extreme temperatures, and current weather, she could hardly remain in her humanoid form for too long.

When she looked at her feet, the tell-tale signs of her Martian form were already taking place. Her feet started to become slowly translucent. She thought to herself, "This will not end well...for me, or Xavion."

In a silent gasp, she began trying to delay the transformation. Then the sharp ringing pain pulsed through her body, right before she felt her body shake with the magnitude of a volcano erupting, and an earthquake.

Meanwhile as this activity inside her took place, her beloved was busy with getting the ground ready for the first phase of a five-year plant rotation. The next time that he had turned to see her...she was already gone, and no one could tell when, or if she would even be able to switch back into her humanoid form after the metamorphosis.

#METAMORPHIC (c)

March 20, 2023.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qgYWWRpnD8

Her womb

Like a tomb

She yelled in

agony- excruciating pain

He failed

to understand her

Eyes piercing

into his Id

He gazed

right back into

Her own

That flowed on

With streams

Of total despair

Hands reaching

Toward her womb

His eyes

Began to flood...

#DAM(N)

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The body dangled mid-air. His heart felt absolutely torn to pieces. Right before his very eyes was the figure of his beloved. Her bold features, and sunny face now looked plain, quite plain, as if a vampire had ended up draining the life out of her.

He could not hold it anymore. His body trembled. This was not how he had expected to be welcomed back home. He had thought of opening the door, and seeing her Mona Lisa smile meet, and greet him, but instead of a hearty-warm invitation back to his beloved, it had been the Grim who had stared at him as he walked through the front door, and into his now dreary, cold, and uninviting place.

The Reaper grinned, "It is too late for you to shed tears for her, Ezekiel. Do not even try to use your powers to bring her back to life. That is not going to work, not this time, or any other time. Capeesh?"

Ezekiel looked at the Reaper, and used his telekinesis abilities to shift the scythe from the Grim's hands into his mortal own.

The Grim shook his head, "C'mon, Iel. Stop trying to make this a much harder and longer process than it needs to be. Alright? Just let me do my job. Please, do not try to make this task of mine difficult. Go get some air, and come back when you feel at least a little bit better."

The Reaper waited for Iel to go to the front porch. Once he did, the Reaper used his scythe and tore an opening for a portal to the Netherworld. A blast of skeletons appeared, chuckling, and thinking they had found a small chance to escape from the other side. They always had high hopes that they could find a way back to earth.

The Grim Reaper groaned, "Nope. Not today. I can not have one in this world planning a way to get his wife back, and you lot forcing your way back into the living realm. With his scythe he tore another opening, and this one had a powerful gust of wind. The ones that thought they could escape were sucked into the new portal, along with the Grim Reaper, as well as their newly added member- Iel's flame.

Her body refused to tag along to the Netherworld.

The Grim looked back, and he gasped, "What kind of sorcery is this?"

Ezekiel's wife's body was ablaze. Although her eyes were closed, her body was moving with some kind of peculiar clairvoyance. She raised her arms and a burst of blue flames rained in the room. Then she directed the flames at the Grim.

He ducked, and closed the portal before she could send additional flames his way. As soon as the portals closed, she took a deep breath.

Meanwhile, Ezekiel was slowly dragging himself back into his house. He opened the front door leading into the kitchen side of the house, and nearly fell onto his bottom.

He felt like someone was playing a trick on him. Ezekiel rubbed his eyes, and gulped. "Darling, welcome back home. What would you like me to prepare for supper?"

Ezekiel wiped the tears from his eyes. His chest heaved like a ship caught in a heavy storm. He ran toward his wife, and embraced her. "I...I thought I had lost you..do not go toward the golden light. Stay here with me for a little while longer. Not even death will do us part!"

#Phantasmagoria

https://youtu.be/-md8m0ojo-w

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27th February, 2023.

Place to explore

Infinite Creative Domains

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-Touch the sky—Brave…~https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4md-PxVxEdY

#VivaProse<3

Sundae February 26 2k23

Jane screamed into the pillow. She felt as if her heart was going to burst into a million pieces. Her phone pinged. She tried to shut her eyes, and think of someway to get back at the one who had stabbed her in the back.

Her eyes opened after what seemed like only a few seconds. The message popped up on the screen..."Hey..we just wanted to check in on you. We would like you to let us know what you think of your next project. Please meet with the giants as soon as possible at the designated meeting point. We will prepare the chariot of fire for you to use to meet them."

She did not want to work on another mundane project. Meeting with a group of smartly dressed giants, who wanted to expand their territories to other kingdoms. All she wanted was to end up being back in the castle walls. She had enjoyed being treated well by the servants, and other magical creatures instructed to take care of the King's guest.

But then after spending almost every waking moment by his side, reality had struck, and the King had informed her that her job with helping fix the castle walls, or her current contract was almost over. She felt like bursting into tears, and even almost ripping his heart from his chest. But if she did that...her boss would end up making her regret such a way to complete her work for the King.

She turned to her side, and hugged her pillow. Teardrops streamed down her face, and along the bridge of her nose- then onto her chin. She screamed again. This time her voice almost fractured the mirror that she received from the elves after she helped them plant more Jacaranda trees. The elves had told her that whatever she wanted, some said could be granted if she believed, and asked the one that was trapped in the mirror.

Her eyes darted across the room. She stopped, and stared at the mirror.

She got out of her queen sized golden phoenix bird, and tiptoed toward the mirror.

A wave of light burst forth from the mirror the moment she glanced into it. Her body was transported from her bedroom into the glass like world/universe.

She called out, "Hello...is anybody.. home?" A cloaked figure appeared before her. It gave her a tight squeeze, and said, "Just thought you needed a bear hug. Also, feel free to let me know what it is that you need."

She blinked. "Uhh, who are you supposed to be?"

"Your spirit guide...*laughs* I am kidding. I'm a powerful being that grants wishes."

"I do not need a genie!"

"Girl, please. I'm much more powerful than a genie. All you have to do is sign here, and here...then your soul..I mean your wish will be trapped...eh granted."

Jane raised her eyebrow, and wondered if she should believe what this being had to say. Why was she trapped in the mirror anyway?

She shrugged her shoulders, and grabbed the peacock feather pen. It burst into flames once she had signed the contract.

The powerful being laughed at Jane, and shot off into the air like a firework. "I do hope you enjoy your stay here, my dear."

Jane tried to move, but her feet were stuck. It was as if someone had glued them to the ground.

Back in Jane's bedroom, someone was busy getting ready for the day. They made their bed, enjoyed a bowl of assorted bugs, and then hopped into a chariot of fire.

The group of giants were all seated at King Arthur's round table. They smiled, and greeted the King. Then excused themselves.

They did not want to miss their meeting with the project lady. Once they were at their next meeting location, they greeted the young female.

She smiled and beamed with pride.

"Hello there. My name is Jane, and I look forward to working with you."

Little did they know that that was not her, and the powerful being chuckled. She could not wait to meet the elves, and see how they were doing. They would regret trapping her in that cage, or mirror.

Those elves had to pay for what they did. She would have to make sure to get some work done first, and make sure to do a good job at least on Jane's behalf.

Hopefully she would find her own way to escape from the mirror, but her body might not be still around when that happened. Although it was a strong body, the powerful being needed to find another one that had magick flowing through its veins.

#SimplicityorComplexity?

February 26, 2023

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNld-AHw-Wg

It filled the room.

Gradually flowing and forming into what looked like a massive cloud coming from the vents. She knew to hold her breath, and not breathe it in.

Her eyes scanned the room. She could not see him. As she tried to continue searching for him in the room, she ended up banging her head near a giant lamp that for some odd reason appeared out of thin air.

‘‘Not so fast!’’

She rubbed her head, and felt like she just got hit with a baseball bat. Then turned to stare at the enormous lamp that now cleared its throat.

The lamp flickered it’s light in her face. When she reached for the light switch, a long cord slapped her face. She screamed, and asked, ‘‘What was that for?’’

No it seemed like the lamp had won. It flickered once more right before it turned it’s light off.

The gas…it was still circulating around the room! She panicked. How could she have forgotten about it? Her eyelids began to feel heavy.

‘‘Lights out…hope you have a nice, long cat nap!’’

She felt lightheaded.

Her chest was on fire.

She thought of drawing water out of thin air. But she had not been taught that hand sign at school.

Her body fell onto the floor. The floor opened up, and swallowed her body whole.

‘‘Sayonara!’’ the lamp exclaimed.

#Sayonara ©️

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_14cb1xCY-4

Saturday 02—25~2023-

The particles within the glass began to expand

Reaching out...

Slowly breaking from their natural order,

Creating something anew..

The roots of the trees

Spring forth...

Carefully making their way,

Toward a band of particles..

A band of merry creatures

Break through the glass-like prism

Ready to explore the topsy-turvy universe

That has waterfalls flowing toward the heavens-

Whispers of voices echo in the wind

Like a chorus of banshee voices informing the guests:

"Whatever you do, stay away from the shadows....

The Shadow Man does not like strangers in his world!

"Turn back now...

"While you still have the time...

"Run, run as fast as you can...,

"Or prepare to be caught by The Shadow Man!"

#TheShadowMan.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4FLIwLtjaI

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February 24th, 2023.

‘‘Just hold that happy thought, Peter…’’ he bellowed. In what seemed to be a miracle to her, she witnessed the elderly ‘Captain’ try to take a giant leap over the dining table, luckily he did not break any more of his bones. This was but only a much lesser incident.

She sighed with angst. Her eyes glued to the sight of the old ‘Capt.’. She slowly dragged her feet, and approached the old guy: ‘‘Hey— it’s time for you to take your meds-’’

He started to make a run for it. Before she knew it, he was crouched upon the edge of the window. She let out a scream~

‘‘Captain Hook!’’

A small grin formed across his angular, and wrinkled visage. He leaned back a bit, and then jumped right onto the carpet. She sighed, but this time in relief. ‘‘Alright. If you take your medication…I promise to follow you to Neverland in search of Peter Pan..’’

Later while all were in dreamland, except for the Captain, something wandered about his room. The Capt. ducked underneath his leprechaun blanket. ‘‘Who’s there?’’

A voice replied, ‘‘Hey, it’s been ages, Captain Hook. Thought I’d check in on you.’’

For the rest in the facility, those patrolling the hallways, and corridors, all they heard was a sound of a gentle bell ringing in the dead of night. Captain Hook smiled at the sight of a familiar face.

She chuckled. Then after a short while, they both made their way to Neverland.

The Captain sure was glad to be out of the place for what others said was for those who needed a place, and space to be where they could not do any harm to others, especially young children. The Capt. smiled, all he wanted now was to be back on his ship, ready to sail the seven seas!

#LeCapitaine©️

‘Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.’ - Stephen King.

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The crowd gathered around the ancient Baobab tree. It’s roots sunk deep into the rich, dark nutritious packed soil— there were some folks in the village area who had been seen moving around in the mist, under the gaze of the man in the moon.

Beams of moonlight shot through the branches of the old, yet sturdy, Baobab tree. The masked storyteller waved her hands around close to the edge of the moonbeams. For a moment, it seemed that some of it almost bent swaying from the storyteller’s magick.

The crowd gasped in awe, some folks terrified. Soon others gathered behind closed doors, and plotted against the masked one.

They grabbed a pitchfork in one hand, and in the other a torch. The earth began to rattle at the sound of the mob approaching.

The masked figure tried to escape, but she was caught in one of the traps. She tried to leap into the air, as soon as she did, a rope sprung near her— and twisted itself around her ankles.

Her body was tied to a pole. The mob jeered! Voices getting louder, and louder: ‘‘Witch! Get ready to feel the heat!!’’

The crowd that had been ready to listen to a tale from the storyteller seemed to have vanish. Now all that was left to pass on the tales was the spirit of the masked storyteller!

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The group of powerful, greedy leaders met and formed a plan. They had grown tired of listening to what she had to say, informing the villagers, the folks to not listen to their appointed rulers!

They were also fed up with the current state of an increase of freedom among the youth. This was all thanks to the so-called masked storyteller.

The leaders created a plan. One that was full proof! They would make sure to set an example for others who would try to follow in their enemy’s footsteps.

This had to be put to an end, before others would end up doing the same thing— encouraging others to explore other areas, villages, or kingdoms. They had the power, and people right in their pocketses!

Later that night, they dragged the masked one, tied her up, & set her on fire. She cried out from pain, and her last words forever echoed in their minds even during their final breath: ‘‘No matter how much you try to bury the truth, it can still be found even within the deepest of tombs placed underneath the ground.’’

Although the leaders had tried to put an end to the one they had feared, the crowds that had listened to what she had to say were inspired to share with others even neighboring towns/cities. The youth were inspired to rise up & bring a revolution! The folks had become tired of the leaders tight hold around the people. Some ended up leaving the leaders to take care of their own properties, and other folks moved to greener pastures. They were ready to start anew, in a different place— one where they could be able to live- in peace!

Some of the leaders decided to move, too, in fear that the folks that were left under their rule would end up working together. They were also afraid of losing their power after many of the people decided it was time they sorted out the leadership of their homeland, and worked to put the leadership role to a vote!

#Diggingforthetruth

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21st day in St. Valentin’s month, of 2023 .

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oVg6_Z-ureE

The young new kid on the block smiled. It leaned in closer— ready to whisper sweet nothins to thee fresh dough.

“Where’ve you been all my life? You don’t mind if I cut to the chase do ya? Hey- there’s no need to try to fold up, and be shy. Just you wait~ a few more days from now I’ll be much more ready, and tougher, too. I need the bacteria to do its thing. Then I’ll be older from that point. The farmer just finished collecting me from one of his prized female calves.”

The fresh dough blinked in a daze. Her eyes were focused on the sight of the nice, healthy, dark red tomato.

“Eh…What did you say, young Cheeseling?”

The block of cheese sighed. Why was that Mr. Tomato such a big hot shot more than Sir Peri-Peri! The ladies needed to take him seriously, and he also liked being the new young face of the block.

He was not getting any younger, and the thought of finding a lovely match later in his old age at this time made him nervous. By the time he’d be a senior citizen, his hearing would be close to almost naught. Even his sight. He would much rather chat with his beloved while he could still recall what to say in response to her questions, as well as remember what she asked him.

While the fresh young cheese kept pondering about his predicament, he did not notice that a light came on. Something had reached for the smooth Mr. Tomato sauce, his screams echoed from the other side/place he had been taken.

The rest of the gang were as quiet as mice. Even Ms. Cha not cracking any random jokes like one of her favorites: “What does our fearless Chuck Norris Noodles do for a living? He works as an impasta!”

Then the ladies all suddenly burst into tears. Young cheese smiked. Now was his change be the one to comfort the ladies as they all weeped for Mr. T.

Itadakimasu ©️