CORVUS
‘‘Whoa— there- don’t be afraid, child. C’mon in. All are welcome in this humble abode!’’
The radio static like voice startled the kid. But soon after recalling that there might be some tasty snacks/treats in here, the child stepped into the abandoned building. Pieces of glass were scattered all about the floor. The place had no lights on. The only light that was present was the one that seemed to pour in through the cracks on the roof. The walls of the building looked as if someone, or something had been chipping away at the paint. There were a bunch of cigarette butts that were lying around in random corners of the old building. The kid wondered if someone, or a bunch of other folks had been around here not too long ago.
The child stared at the random still life Dutch paintings- and one in particularly kinda looked like the building, but it seemed to be a throw back to what it might have been like back in its glory days. The more the kid gazed at the painting, the more it seemed to come to life. What kind of trickster was pulling this off?
The sound of heavy footsteps approaching brought the kid back to the present moment. Then a pair of hands landed on the child’s shoulders, and the child let out a scream. Turning around to face the person, or whatever the thing was, the kid came face to face with an elderly person. The older folk smiled, and then revealed a pair of beaver teeth.
The cries for help from the abandoned building could not be heard by any other person around. The child had not listened to its parents warning. The kid had wandered too far away from the village, and ended up lost in the middle of thether world.
The elderly woman rubbed her hands together, and hummed along to the sounds of the spectres playing lively jazz music in the parlor. She bowed her head, and one of the spectres came along to dance with her. They spun around in circles— while waiting for her good and traditional famous hot dish to be ready that she liked to call: Petit Oiseau. She would enjoy and have the meal all to herself.
The spectres did not need to eat anything anyway…well what they enjoyed was something much more tasty. The elderly woman would need an extra boost of strength first before she set out to gather what the spectres liked to devour.
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Lundi, 10.03.2025
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MDbYmImkKMg
CORVUS
Mr. and Mrs. Fert lived in a small, mostly quiet, and jocund village with their newborn child. They enjoyed fishing, as well as camping in the nearby village forest. One day, a stranger came into town. The stranger wore a giant dark cloak, always took a slight bow when greeting folks, and carried a small backpack with them. Mr. and Mrs. Fert were polite, and offered their spare free upper level room to the new person in the village. Their guest stood by the front door to their house, and said with a gentle smile: ‘‘Won’t you welcome me in…please..’’ Mr. and Mrs. Fert smiled, and both said: ‘‘Of course. Come on in. You’re welcome here.’’ It was said among most of the village the folks that that was the last day that anyone had seen Mr. and Mrs. Fert alive. Some had concluded that they had been tossed into their giant kiln, and the strange had consumed the whole small family. Other folks had claimed that they believed that the stranger had turned them into teeny tiny little bugs, and then squished them with the heels of his black boots. But oh dear reader just stay tuned and let me tell you what had actually happened on that eventful day!
So, Mr. and Mrs, Fert had invited the stranger into their home. He had carried with him a collection of odd books in his backpack. There was one particular one that looked like it was made out of human flesh. Mr. and Mrs. Fert were no strangers to having strange guests over, or getting to take a sneak peek at what peculiar things they brought with them on their journey. But this book by far was the strangest thing they had ever come across. As soon as that odd looking book had been placed on the dining table, the light from the outside begin to fade. Mr. and Mrs. Fert also started to feel their place becoming much hotter. The stranger began to slowly slip out of his cloak revealing a pair of wings, plus a multitude of human faces -which all seemed to be now screaming- that were placed across the stranger’s back. Mr. and Mrs. Fert were quite shocked to fear. The only thing that they wanted to do at that moment was try to protect their child. Mr. Fert rushed to his kid’s room, and slammed the door behind him. But the stranger just ended up phasing right through it, as if he was some kind of apparition. Mr. and Mrs. Fert were no match for their guest. It pushed Mr. Fert to the side, and waltzed over to the baby’s crib. It’s eyes bulged in disbelief. ‘‘Where is the child?’’ It asked Mr. Fert. The young father burst out laughing, and replied, ‘‘You’ll never find our precious little one. By now my wife should be almost out of this village, and on the way to somewhere safe.’’ The stranger roared in anger, and then slammed Mr. Fert’s body into the walls of the room. His spine snapped from the impact, and his skull had been split, too. The last thing that he saw was the stranger bringing out a giant sword toward Mr. Fert’s face.
https://youtu.be/MA0aCUxItYA?si=dS3EF1PhK-S3A-Nc
#CORVUS 18th February, 2025.
Shadow & Light
"Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light." (Pythagoras)
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The guards marched into the heart of the inner city streets. Folks soon began to burst into hearty cheers to cheer on the celebrations for the coronation ceremony. Images of the young heiress had been plastered all over the city. But not everyone had been amused to see the next in line to the throne. A huge crowd had gathered around, and the guards had been told by the council to be extra vigilant— if they saw anyone that looked suspicious they’d have to take action- right away. Somewhere not too far from all the cacophony of deafening chorus of cheers~ a little kid looked on in awe from the top of her self made tower. How he dreamed of…someday being a part of that crowd..and maybe even getting to see what it was like being in the heart of the big city. For now all the kid could do was just got extend the latest invention, and use that to view what was going on from the top of the kid’s watchtower. Suddenly, a gust of a strong wind came out of the middle of nowhere. It rocked the little tower back and forth. The kid was tossed into the air, and tried to grab the edge of the tower, but lost its grip and began its descent toward the spiked wall that was around the home base grounds. The last thing the kid saw was the sharp point of the star from the top of the watchtower spinning fast. It spun and finally stopped— with its sharpest point embedded in the kid’s young heart.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ALXFl6HfKbg
Short Story Contest
’Guidelines
• ’The story must be original, fictional, written in either Japanese or English by the submitting author and never been published (even online).The use of generative artificial intelligence and plagiarism in the creation of submitted stories is prohibited. Please contact the organizers at imaginelittletokyo@gmail.comfor any clarifications.
• ’The same story submitted in a previous year cannot be resubmitted.
• ’The setting of the story should be in Little Tokyo – either past, present or future.
• ’Submitted manuscript should be 2,500 words or less for English or 5,000 ji or less for Japanese and have a title.
• ’File should be a Microsoft Word doc, docx or rtf.
• ’For English-language entries, please use 12 point font, preferably Times Roman or Courier type and double space.
• ’Please remove any mention of your name from your short story, including headers.
• ’The short story manuscript must be submitted digitally as an e-mail attachment to Imaginelittletokyo@gmail.com (include SHORT STORY in the subject line). In the e-mail message, please include your name,phone number and age if 18 or under.
• ’The submissions should include a signed agreement, which can be found on the Little Tokyo Historical Society website. The agreement can be either e-mailed or sent via US Postal Service.
• ’Submissions need to be e-mailed by February 28, 2025, 12 midnight PST. NO EXCEPTIONS.
• ‘Immediate family members of judges (first-round or final) are ineligible.’
CORVUS
Mr. O’Connell paced back, and forth next to the delivery room. His wife had gone into early labor, and he was taken aback by the news. He did not even know that she was expecting a baby. His mother had informed him that his wife had gone to work on securing a business deal with the Japanese— and he knew that the voyage there would take a while. But then one of his guards had informed him that his wife had been admitted into the labor ward. That had shaken his very inner heart’s core- or in fact where his heart was supposed to be. After what seemed to be eons he heard the screams of a little babe. He stormed into the delivery room, and nearly pounced into his wife’s OB/GYN Doctor. She rolled her eyes, and muttered to herself: Here we go, this fella has no control. The Doctor was familiar with this man- his father had been here to help a young woman not too long ago with an issue. She had claimed that she was carrying his son’s child. Mr. O’Connell Sr. made sure that the young woman in question would never see the light of day ever again. The Doctor had tried to contact her, but her line did not patch through. So, the Doctor had come to the conclusion either the young Miss in question had been disposed of, or she had been sent to a far away island where she would not be a problem any more. Mr. O’Connell Jr. almost was at a loss for words. He gazed upon the newborn child- the first born. It’s hands were teeny tiny. Mr. O’Connell Jr. was afraid to good it. The newborn just cried, and cried. Mr. O’Connell did not seem pleased. He grabbed his wife’s bags, and soon there were right back at the O’Connell abode. The O’Connell abode was a mix between a Victorian style home with a touch of the most modern gizmos, and gadgets. From the top-notch security cameras with 24/7 surveillance, all the way down to an underground bunker in case of an emergency, or total world alien invasion. The moment his wife stepped into her own chambers, Mr. O’Connell Jr.’s hand moved across his wife’s cheeks. They burned and started to turn a mix between purple- and blue, with a touch of scarlet, too. She held onto her baby making sure that it felt, and knew that it was in safe hands. Mr. O’Connell stared with bulging eyes at his wife and then bellowed: You think you’re a clever lass…huh?! That child may have come from your womb, but it looks nothing like me..Who’s its real father? His wife felt the bitter sharp stings of pain in her heart. Why in the world had she decided to come back to the O’Connell’s, to be more precise….back to Mr. O’Connell Jr.’s side?
Slowly time passed, but the wounds in the newest mother’s heart did not fade away. She had taken great care of her kid. He was growing up to be a big, and strong lad. But deep down in the lad’s heart, he felt something begin to grow in his heart, mind, and soul. He felt it sink into him like an anchor going down into the depths of the Indian Ocean.
Sometime during the dead of night, in the summertime, a dark shadow had snuck into the O’Connell’s abode. It moved stealthily past the guards, and managed to sneak into Mr. O’Connell’s room. The man was snoring like a humpback whale. It was the loudest sound that echoed throughout the mansion. The dark shadow squinted its eyes, and growled. It protracted its paws, and slashed at Mr. O’Connell Jr.’s throat.
One of the guards had heard the sound of Mr. O’Connell sputtering out: Cccc….ooo….or…..vvv.
The guards called the police. When then finally arrived on the scene, they were in for quite a pickle of a case.
The Detective sighed, and then shook his head: When god, and his angels slept…something sinister took their place..showing not a single trace of grace for Mr. O’Connell.
#CORVUS. Monday 01.27.2026
https://youtu.be/AqSOTpBmYhQ?si=-Gd0aF7mxBIXH_AR
The Manny.
Ian slipped on a banana peel, and his bottom hit the ground— HARD. None of the children gave even the slightest snicker. All of them carried on with their daily chores. Sasha came tumbling down the stairs- her newly found method of speedier moving than crawling, or walking. This, too, did not seem to faze the other kids. They continued to carry out their tasks~ but as soon as Ian went to open the front door…a grand burst of laughter proceeded out of the McGregor villa. Ian had had enough, and was ready to storm back in when he was greeted by a little birdie. It cooed, and cooed. Ian tried to shoo it away. Then it began to laugh. This was now all too much for Ian. He ran toward the little birdie and took a dive trying to grab a hold of it. The little birdie flapped its wings, and took off into the beautiful indigo cotton candy like evening sky. Ian had landed in a pile of the McGregor’s cow dung. What a day he was having! He took a deep breath, and tried to calm his nerves. This had been quite an arduous time for him. Not only had he been instructed to watch over the McGregor hyper bunch, but he had to also make sure that even their livestock- including the indoor and outdoor pets- had to be all taken extra care of. Ian stared at his reflection in the front entrance glass door. In his current state, he looked like some kind of manny who just happened to have finished performing a circus act- either being chased by a pack of cackling hyenas, or swimming in a tank full of great white sharks. This was the end of trying to be a serious manny. Maybe he would just have to work on being hired as a birthday clown for children in other parts of the village, or at least further away from the McGregor estate.
https://youtu.be/lvPvBTSr-mc?si=BzCOi0gA1kmXf0YM
Sunday 01.26.2025 #TheManny.
Feather Project VII
Word Mage & Sage in training: MNEZZ.
(NOTE: Here’s a quick snippet into The Shadow Man story world/realm).
Link to the other -chapters/parts:
-theprose.com/book/2851/do-you-know-the-shadow-man..
Welcome to the stories/tales of—
The Shadow Man!
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-Do you know the Shadow Man?
~What lurks in the shadows.
The clock ticked & tocked
Sasha woke up with a start
What time was it?
She stared at her notes
Euh, not bad, for now
The moonlight was her guide
The frogs croaked outside
She wished they would stop
When they did she smiled
She marched off to bed
With no thoughts of her work
Running in her head
As soon as her head hit the pillow,
Something had moved past the willow
It watched Sasha all night long
Just waiting for the right moment
To get closer to her~ in the shadows-
Later on it would find a way to have—
Her beating heart....right in its jaws!
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Eep!
There is no place to hide child
The Shadow Man pointed at Stella
She lay still and quiet
Not making any sound
Fear creeped in
It smiled
Eep!
Eep!
It smiled
Fear creeped in
Not making a sound
She lay still and quiet
The Shadow Man pointed at Stella
There is no place to hide child
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Never stare into their eyes
There is no place to hide child
The Shadow Man pointed at Stella
She lay still and quiet
Not making any sound
Fear creeped in
It smiled
Eep!
Eep!
It smiled
Fear creeped in
Not making a sound
She lay still and quiet
The Shadow Man pointed at Stella
There is no place to hide child
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Metastasis
Bob clapped his hands, and the lights to the kitchen turned on. He opened his fridge to check the leftovers he had.
He stared at the bowl of noodles. Then there was another dish: fried rice.
Decisions, decisions.
The fridge door was pushed gently. He smiled. Now he was ready to have more of the fried rice. He could have it for any meal of the day: breakfast, lunch, or even dinner.
Bob clasped his hands, and blessed his food. The moment that he was about to dig into his meal, the lights went out.
‘Ugh.’
He walked away from his meal and tried flicking the light switch. Nothing. He stood still for a while, and then something caught his attention.
‘Hello? Is anybody there?’
Bob shook his head. He was not a kid anymore. Was he really still afraid of the dark?
He turned around and just right there he spotted another one. The shadow snarled. It dashed forward towards Bob.
Bob quickly ran up the stairs. He shut the door and hid under his bed.
‘It’s only a dream. A bad dream.’ He said to himself.
Then he heard the sound of the door. The squeak made him jump.
From his current position, all that Bob saw was a dark fog growing in his room. It reached his mouth in a few seconds. He tried to fan it away with his hands, but he ended up sucking some of the dark fog into his mouth.
He coughed, and coughed. Trying to get it out of his body. He felt his heart begin to pound in his chest.
Bob started feeling dizzy. Was the room getting smaller? His body shook and he gasped for air, as if he was drowning. The shadows had won.
His eyes became grey just like smoke. He could not see any thing.
Bob screamed. The last thing that ran in his mind was the thought of how scrumptious the fried rice would have tasted for another go.
The lights came back on right after the shadows vanished. Bob lay quietly and still under the bed. The shadows had taken another life & heart, too.
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Ce Cœur
The shadow bent down on his knee, and lowered his head, then it presented the heart to The Shadow Man. This pleases him so much that he chuckled.
His laugh startled the crows near the Black forest. The Shadow Man took hold of the beating heart. He held the heart with his claws.
‘‘This heart has been through hell. I can tell. It had managed to still fall in love. How sweet.’’
The Shadow Man made a face and said, ’’Yuck. Humans and there need for bonding. This heart also seems heavy.
’’Oh, his love left town. Well, why didn’t he follow her? No way— she had a family.
’’She did not tell him. Man. That does hurt.
‘‘Anyway, now thanks to my pack of shadows, this guy will not have to worry about a thing- not at all!’’
The Shadow Man opened his mouth wide. The heart went down his throat and straight to his belly.
*burps*
‘‘Excuse me.’’
The Shadow Man smacked his lips. ‘‘This heart was a bit sad. This is why I can not send a shadow to do my work.’’
The shadow apologized. It bowed & left its master to search for a less blue heart.
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Henri et Melon
Henri fell on his bottom. He raised his hands and asked for forgiveness.
The thing took hold of Henri by his collar & sank its teeth into Henri’s chest. Henri did his best not to cry, but tears streamed down his face like a river.
He heard his cat hiss.
‘‘No,’’ Henri tried to shout, ‘‘Melon get out of here.’’
Melon leaped into the air. As soon as it approached the creature, it was hit by the side by a giant blade. The edge of the weapon had created a deep cut by the cat’s neck.
Henri sobbed. He was tossed on the ground right by the cat’s side.
All he had wanted was to watch the stars and spot the constellations in the night sky. Now he wished he could turn back the clock, & just stayed in his room.
The thought of dying on the rooftop had never crossed his mind. Ç’est triste.
Henri used his last strength to crawl to his cat’s side. He felt rain drops fall on his face.
The rain slowly sent Melon’s & Henri’s blood right down the rain gutter. Henri placed one hand on Melon’s neck.
He closed his eyes while the rain continued to pour and mix the blood of Henri and Melon. Their blood flowed together down the gutter.
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Eons
They wait in the darkness
Growing ever hungry with each passing moment
Most call them shadow creatures, or simply: shadows
No one knows where they came from-
Some folks say they have been there since the dawn of time
Even before the invention of fire
The earlier community had tried to destroy them
All things seemed to be getting better
Until he arrived...The Shadow Man
He led the shadows into the Black forest
From there many thought they were safe at last
But things only became somewhat more scary
The Shadow Man was able to change the shadows form
They could blend in taking a human appearance
Or just take over a human’s body, mind and soul
Once that happens you might be added to the shadow pack
Some nights we stay up, keeping watch in the night
Staying awake to keep an eye on the candle light
Once it blows out, we strike another match
Hoping the little ray of light will keep the shadows away.
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Phantasmagoria
Pretty how leaves fall on the ground
Hear the owls hootin’ in the night
As the whispers echo in the breeze
Now the shadows start to gather
Tearing someone limb from limb
Another unlucky soul loses their head
Shadows chew the meat off the bones
Making them pleased ‘n’ mor’ hungry
Ah— see them begin to grin widely
Giants tremble whenever they’re near
O~ they fear the shadow man’s army
Raised to spread out across many
Islands, villages, across cities, & towns
Anything that faces them never live to see the light of day!
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Carry on
Chad sneezed & stared at the eyes glowing in the dark—
‘‘Ah!’’ He jumped out of his bed and ended up sliding on the floor, because of his socks. He bumped his head on the floor & it was lights out for him from there.
Rising sounds of sirens buzzed in his ears. Chad slowly opened his eyes, but he couldn’t see a thing.
Rays of light burst through and he covered his eyes.
‘‘You are welcome here.’’ Chad stared at the being standing in front of him. ‘‘who are you?’’
‘’Oh— I’m the Shadow Man..
‘‘Nice to have you join us...in my realm.’’
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ARIAS
Angels descended in blazin’ glory
Ready to aim their arrows at the man
In a flash~ somethin’ took over him
And his body began to transform
Smiling, and then cackling, he snapped his fingers & was gone!
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CLAIRVOYANT
Crystals lined up near her body
Lulling a simple tune
Always ready to sing along to it
In a hurry— she leaped over the roses
Running- trying to hide from the figure she saw in her mind
Voices cried out and told her to be calm
Obeying them she ran to her cottage
“Yes!” She jumped, & almost screamed
“Agh.” Not another one. The images were not something she could control.
Now they slowly faded. But she felt the presence of someone near.
The room became much darker. When she spun around~ she saw...the Shadow Man. He moved closer to her side, held her hands, and asked, “What do you see?”
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Le Dernier Repas
*takes a deep breath*
*stares at the dish pushed under the steel door*
Mmhh, this is odd?
Why does the last meal look not so bad?
I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try it—
Eh- *spits the food out* still tastes like dirt~
Uh, they could at least have provided me with something appetizing seeing as this’ll be mon dernier repas
Now I wait for my final moments here on earth
Wait, what was that?
*rubs eyes*
Did my shadow just move?
Nah, my mind is playing tricks on me
Whoa..um...where are the guards?
*steel door squeaks*
Is anyone there?
(silence)
Eirik, I’m not going to fall for your prank again!
[A shadow with glowing crimson eyes stretches from the side of the door & reaches for the death row inmate]
No....stay back
Whatever you are.....
[The shadow spins around and transforms into a person like form.
Then stares into the inmate’s eyes.
It leans closer toward the inmate, & opens its jaws.]
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Coffins or Caskets?
Something caught its eye. Why would someone else be in the graveyard & at such a late hour?
Its head started spinning. Its body suddenly felt weak. The world was slowly becoming darker.
It fell with a thud onto the gravel path. The last thing it heard before hitting the ground was—
‘‘It’s down! Which one do you think it prefers to be placed in- a coffin, or a casket?’’
“It doesn’t matter. We just have to make sure that its really dead- this time.”
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So Long…Francis..
Shadows can’t wait to reach the lad
Over the fence they leap
Listening for the lad’s heartbeat
Oh~ they smile & simply tsk at the lad thinking he can escape
No- there is no where to run, lad—
Get back, do not run into the closet
Find another place to hide
Reach for a spot that has some more bright rays
At least be surrounded by even a bit of moonlight
Never think you can escape from the shadows
Carefully try with all your might to keep your eyes closed while we surround you
‘I see you trembling in there lad!’ every shadow utters.
Sure the shadows like to see their prey shaking with fear, but now they think maybe it’s time to call it a day, then again....maybe not...
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TALISMAN
The midwife moved swift..
Arne beamed with pride-
Leaned forward to stare at his wife—
“Irine?” She lay peacefully like an angel.
Something was not right.
Midwife transformed & jumped to grab the kid~
Alas, she got zapped by the talisman around Irine’s neck.
Now seeing her shadow form, Arne drew his sword, the midwife cackled, & went flying out of the cottage, through the front door, like a plume of smoke.
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NIGHT HOWLERS
Never bend down to pet the creatures
It may look all cuddly— at first
Grizzly- it becomes after it’s turned
Howling loudly at the full moon!
The Shadow Man cackles
Howlers of the night..do not pet them.
Or you’ll be met with quite a surprise
Worse you will just hear its howl~ but,
Let’s hope you don’t get to feel it’s bite
Each becomes more painful than the
Razor sharp first...& remember not to Scream your lungs out.
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La Reine de la forêt
The Queen of the forest only had one rule...
She forbid any being, or thing, to take control over her own kind..
The Shadow Man of course did not follow the rule-
Now he would have to face the Queen of the forest!
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Abyss
Angelic order gathered around the table
Bringing all stories, tales & latest tidbits about their current problem
Yeshi, one of the elders, cleared his throat—
‘’Sanza- are ye ready to track down the
‘Shadow Man’?’’
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Soul taking 101: Take the soul with some dramatic flare*
FOREWORD: About this chapter
No persons were harmed in the creation of this part. Also, this chapter’s inspired ‘n’ dedicated to my fellow author, mentor and poet on Prose. Thank you so much for your tips, & sage advice.
Write on. Happy reading and writing to one & all! :)
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The only sound that could be heard from his office was his two fingers moving at lightning speed on the keyboard. He paused to take a quick chug of the last pint of whiskey.
Howls began to ring in his ear. He turned around and scratched his head. Hmm, maybe he needed to call it a night. It was almost midnight.
He rubbed his eyes and thought to himself. ‘Now, where was I? Ah, yes. The Land Where Shadows Never Die..’ The cursor on the computer screen blinked at him. ‘What now?’
In a quick motion, he turned his chair around & then yelled. ‘‘Whoa! Who are you? Why are you hiding in the shadows—?’’ The figure raised its arms and slowly clapped. ‘‘I have been keeping an eye on you, Farin.’’
‘‘I have come to help you with your book. Surely you have questions about the Land Where Shadows Never Die..Well, I am here to take you to that place.’’
Farin gulped. What kind of crazy talk was this? Was this one of his buddies pulling a prank on him? They always laughed at his work. But hey, he didn’t mind.
The Shadow Man waved his hand and the floor beneath them opened. Farin felt a powerful wind pulling him into the portal. ‘‘Hold on~ I have not agreed to this....’’ Before Farin could say another word, his body was sucked in & taken to the Land Where Shadows Never Die.
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Note: Do not try this at home. flare* The Shadow Man has trained in soul taking, and still has to work on his writing skills. correction— the word: flair- was supposed to be used, but then the flare felt more appropriate here. xD
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LEVITATION
Lyam’s eyes looked on at her body
Eve’s feet were not touching the floor
Very close to screaming— Lyam was-
In his mind he could not figure out
The reason why her body was afloat
And then in the corner of the room
Twisting it’s head around~
It smiled & winked at Lyam
Only thing it wanted now was Eve
Not even Lyam could stop it from taking her to the Shadow Man!
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In his chamber, he grabs hold of his axe
Ready to swing it back 'n' forth
At any of the shadow creatures and their leader
Taking his golden armour-
Heavy it is, but he does not mind
Everyone is waitin' for him to join the order
Glorious light shines around him
Ladies in indigo robes bow down
A choir sings out Ira’s name
Dawn breaks ringing in the rosy morning
Ira smiles and walks toward the throne
And the sound of trumpets is heard
Throughout the heavenly realm
On and on the joyful music echoes
Raising a melody for even the Shadow Man to hear
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DEAREST EVE
Darkness was all around the space
Eve looked for a sliver of light
Among her new dwelling place
Resting her head in her hands
Embracing herself a bit later
Soon she heard the dungeon door open
Then her eyes fell on a dark figure—
Every cell in her body felt terror-
Voices echoed chanting loud’r & loud’r
‘‘Escaping is not possible here, Eve~’’
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SUNFLOWER
Screams from varying sides are heard
Uh, what an odd & macabre realm
Now who’s goin’ to save her where the
Flowers lost their colour—
Leaves turnin’ black~ fallin’ down.........
Onto the dark volcanic like floor-
Where no flower can bloom, or grow....
Eve takes a deep breath & then smiles
Remembering days in her own world.
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RATTLESNAKE
Roars & hisses echoed like a nightmare
As the rattlesnake slithered nearer
To her side~ she used her feet to try &
Toss the thing to the side- ‘n’ not close
Lilting in a symphonic way— making
Eve feel much more panicked, ready to
Shout for someone to save her from the
Never endin’ torture brought on by the
All evil, powerful master & the one
King of the Nightmare Lane who put
Eve under a long hypnotic spell
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HALLELUJAH
Hurrying past the guardians
Amir the Leader of the guardians
Looked at the messenger
Lowering his head to the Chief
‘‘Eve’s in nightmare lane—’’
Listending nearby was Ira who was not
Under no right to be in charge for now
Just as soon as he tried to speak~ King
Amir raised his hand & shook his head
‘‘Here’s the rule- Sanza’ll be in charge!’’
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HELLO… THERE….
Heroes grabbed their weapons
Every guardian raised their shield
Letting out a warrior’s cheer- ready to
Lay down their lives for their loved
Ones in their glorious city & realm!
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The Shadow Man stared in the mirror
He saw them gather~ forming an army
Each one of them looking so fierce—
‘‘Really?- they think this’ll be just so Easy, well, they’re in for a big surprise.’’
CORVUS
The guards zipped through the market, trying their best to keep up with the so-called thief. Folks in the village, and surrounding areas had heard talk about some farmers losing their cattle. But up until this moment in time— no one had caught the perpetrator, or perps. One of the fishermen had watched the young lad zip past him. The lad thought he was going to make it back into the shadows of the thick forest that was supposedly harboring all the thieves that had been stealing the cattle. The fisherman smiled, and thought to himself: ‘‘Here we go, again.’’ Just when the lad was about to see the path leading into the forest, his tracks were stopped by the ebenaceae. Once the ebenaceae had caught wind of your scent, they could find you anywhere- even in the depths of the Red Sea…not even Moses would’ve been able to escape from their talented tracking magickal skills. The lad felt the earth beneath his feet start to sink in. He began to panic as his body sunk further, and further into the ground. One of the ebenaceae slowly clenched their fists, and the lad’s body took on the shape of a crumpled piece of paper.
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#CORVUS. Jan.|20|25