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James P.O.V Snow begins to trickle lightly, fluttering like frozen butterflies, freshly emerged from their looming grey cocoons. They eagerly search for sleet strewn ground. Those that find none to perch upon dissipate becoming one with the cool earth and those that do clasp dearly, hoping not to join their fallen brethren. The woman in her archaic attire pulls down the hood of her dress to bring her face into full perspective. "Elder Nephritis.” I state, noting the familiar features i
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James P.O.V A fiery purple explodes violently upwards producing an exponentially blinding light, dissipating no sooner than it had obscured my vision. Before I'm able to make sense of what's happening, the mountain folds inwards, covering the area in murky ocean of dust. A familiar sound graces my senses, intimate but not fond, like a wounded creature whining desperately in it's final moments. “Shit, that's the Clovers.” Rachel exclaims ”We have to go now!”. My thoughts exactly. I lo
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Alex P.O.V Before I'm able to protest, I'm rushed out by Rachel, who seems adamant in her attempt to get me as far away from the situation as possible. I never thought anyone could move that fast. Somewhere between being dragged across the ground and trying to catch my breath, I notice someone is missing. “Rachel wait!” I yell. She seems to hear me but she has the look about her, fierce but startled, like a deer caught in headlights. I wonder what she's so afraid off. “Rachel wait!!”
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Mama Rosario P.O.V "The Clovers. They're here." Rachel responds. She readjusts her posture, tightening her stance, her eyes read fear but her body language echoes aggression. She's gearing for a fight, even though she's afraid. This is a woman, strong and powerful, willing to do anything to defend what's important to her, even though the ever impending possibility of defeat looms over us like a pregnant cloud, threatening to pelt us with it's icy spawn of ill preparation, she stands admirabl
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Leandro P.O.V “Now’s not the time for second guesses,” he says, looking at me with desperate eyes. I look him over pondering the question then to the encroaching danger and back again. It’s not like I have a choice. “I do,” I say with a nod of my head. He pulls me into him and before I can say anything he steps off the edge. Wind rushes past. It's cold and sharp. It cuts threw my clothes and my mouth goes dry. Did this idiot really just make us jump to our death? I grip onto him for
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Alex P.O.V I stare at her flabbergasted unable to react. My mind races, dizzyingly fast. Reality threatens and I know my life as I've known it has been nothing but a lie. Jame's hand firmly grips my shoulder. I presume in an attempt to offer some kind of reassurance. I turn to face him. Those eyes of sparkling jaded blue, daringly try to lure me into their comforting depths. It shows me a vast oceanic landscape, rich with experience, deep with admiration, flowing with abundant concern. These
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James P.O.V I have a mate? Everything suddenly makes sense. This realization shudders me. An incomprehensible surge of joy, flushes through my system, discretely awakening a sense of relief. This is all I've ever wanted. All I've ever strived for. I feel I have reached the pinnacle of my existence. This crucible of emotions, run cold from invasive attacks of the saddened heart and mind, that very well almost shook the very essence of my being have regained a transformative power through the
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Alex P.O.V "That look tells Mama you recognize her. So did your mother." beams Mama Rosario. "But how Mama Rosario?" I ask, perplexed by her statement. I feel we are connected somehow and yet I find it difficult to place a finger on it. "To put it simply she's your great, great, great and many more greats grandmother." She says in a soothing tone. Her eyes are now sparkling deeply with an incomprehensible amount of knowledge. It twitters coolly and I know I can trust it, although it
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James Pov I have to duck my head as she leads us through a low hanging archway into a half circled alcove. The space is minimal but she seems to have managed to squeeze in a very homely living room. A cast iron kettle hangs suspended by a pothook over an unlit furnace. Presumably a canapé or on closer inspection a davenport, due to the heavily upholstered aesthetic, squashes into an uncomfortable corner. At the other end lays parchments of papers strewn over a work station. Just above said s
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Alex P.O.V "You want me to go through there? ", I question. "Yes.", says Rachel firmly. "But.", I intervene "Hurry along we need to make sure nobody sees. You go first James and Alex you follow.", she states. What have I gotten myself into. I watch him as he disappears into the wall and before long he is completely out of sight. I contemplate whether or not it's a bad time to mention that I'm not the fondest of tight spaces. Rachel notices my apprehension and reassuring nudge
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Alex P.O.V A woman bursts through a window to the right sending shards of glass cascading downwards, crystallized rain splatters, shattering into minute droplets. Her dark hair billows, as a light wind whips through it. Clothes besmeared with earthy shades of green and brown, a few leaves sparsely positioned, decorates her hair. She rises in one swift movement. I glance at James, his face contorts in confusion but immediately eases almost in recognition of her. "Rachel ", he exclai
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James P.O.V I know I'm breathing heavily, that's about the only sensation I can recognize. I feel numb, my awareness dangling by a single thread. I lay still, waiting patiently. Slowly but surely my other senses return, like water trickling down a stream, engulfing me from head to toe in wave of conscientiousness. I audibly groan, head throbbing. I tentatively begin messaging my temples. I hiss feeling an inexorable pang radiating from my left shoulder. Opening my eyes, an expanse of white s
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Azrael P.O.V A few hours later... We're laying in the passage leading up to the living room with our backs to the floor, feet against the wall, staring at the vast negatively built space of the ceiling. “So if you're the God of Death, does that mean you're here to capture my soul? Am I going to die?”, he ask nervously. “Not exactly .More like I'm here to look after it.'', I state. “Why?”, he questions curiously. “That's classified. I can't answer that.”, I reply cooly.
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James P.O.V The blistering light outside encompasses the rudimentary tastelessness of the situation. I attempt to console myself by moving to a more discreet location, a dull alleyway not too far from the bakery. I slam my fists in fiery frustration against the terracotta walls. The collision only slightly braising my knuckles, drawing blood, just enough to allow me to covertly paint the rising trepidation with thin short stokes, diminishing the flame with each thoroughly prudent slash acros
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Alex Pov My stomach grumbles. When was the last time I had eaten? My supplies are running low and I'm famished so, I grab a denim jacket resting on an adjacent chair, throw it on and get ready to leave. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a metallic, gleam. The necklace I inherited, neatly placed on the dresser. It shimmers ominously. The engraved detailing depicts a wolf with blue-ish stones for eyes. They catch the light in a way that it almost seems to glow. Hesitantly, I decidedly put
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A MOTHER'S TOUCH A mother is someone who endures the hardships of her family, still managing to smile without her They would be lost, drifting souls in the void, unable to move, to survive she grounds them to earth helps Them realise Their dreams, even when They don't realise her own here in her position she willing takes the physical and emotional tolls she asks for nothing and is paid with little except the scraps of her Children’s affection through all thi
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I wake the next morning feeling rested but tired all the same. Some groggy beast has taken over my senses and I can barely open my eyes which now carry an insolent lead like quality. I reach for my phone resting on a red ocher bed stand. Tilting it towards me, a blistering bright light, almost blue in nature, causes me to squint my eyes before I'm able to adjust. Noting the time I realize I'm late. "Crap", I verbalize. I don't know if I have time to shower, so I throw on my neare
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Sometimes I sit, surrounded by this great life, friends and family who care about me and I can't help thinking that I have everything I need except one thing. Truth be told, I wasn't the most popular guy in school. Sure I was moderately entertaining and could fit into the “cool” crowd if I wanted too, but they were never really my niche and I'm glad it happened that way otherwise I probably would’ve killed myself. Let's be real, the booze, the drugs, the parties, the pressure to always l
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Thank you. I was inspired by South African Post Colonial literature.
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Fly Pretty Bird Fly Snow tipped confectionarily dusted cheerfully brooding Mountainous Himalayas Bright Vibrantly colourful Transient land Of the Rising Sun Tricked and Tempted by songs of promise Hope and future, a better life A lark, no crow beautifully deceptive heralding, a New Age Climb aboard! rat t l es an d sha ke s traverse cold, unforgiving blue The land of promise a
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The Man in Black (JAMES) P.O.V That morning I thought I caught a whiff of her scent but that's impossible. She had left long ago without a goodbye. Without me. I never got the chance to... never mind. There's no need to get disheartened. But why now? After all these years, why come back? "May I take your order Honey?", spoke a cheery accented voice, breaking my train of thought. I glance up taking in my surroundings, purposefully ignoring the glorified barbie doll-like waitress with
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What happens when the life of an ordinary college kid is suddenly uprooted by the appearance of a strange man, claiming to be the God of Death? Not to mention, as soon as the obnoxius playboy arrives, trouble ensues. Poor Leo is thrust into a world he knows nothing about. Facing dangers he thought could only exist in fantasy and for what purpose? Surely these creatures wouldn't attack for no reason. The so called 'God of Death', seems to be putting off more than he is letting on. Will Leo ever be able to uncover the truth?
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A collection of poems that question some aspects of the self.
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Thank you for your kind words Dathi.
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