Eternal Return: Ch 9-16 summary; 26/July/2015; pg 101 - Page 28

Originally posted by: Newdime

Originally posted by: ninand

bait, and pick..😆

man.. three blind mice gives me the creeps as it is..

and 'pop goes the weasel..😳 ? I hated rhymes for months after that Sidney sheldon novel.

Originally posted by: .Stuff.

So he freaked and stormed out of the office, went to Geet's home without any keys (or he may even have a copy), changed into his casual clothes, because ya'know he has a whole wardrobe stored in her house, and when Geet invited Em-Satya, he hid outside to throw the nosy-parker (pun also intended) off track?

Very plausible 😉

Originally posted by: ninand

yess!! GROOKS.. Those are the bestest.. I found them as an antedote to sinister rhymes..

Done!

want the best one.. here goes:

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Sun that giveth all things birth,

shine on everything on earth.

A sliver of sunshine passes through the thick curtains making dust sparkle like diamonds. The sole inhabitant of the room tries hard to remember the feeling of warmth of sun on cool damp skin. The memory is hazy and the skin has forgotten the feeling. The pale moon skin sighs in wanton need for the tingle that runs below the skin when the first rays of golden sunshine cocoons every available open surface.

But alas, it wouldn't be so in his case. Nature wasn't so kind to him.

While Sun gave all things shine, it gave him ash.

Sun, unfortunately, brought him death.

If thats too much to demand,

shine at least on this, our land.

He clumsily entangles himself from the nubile young woman who lay motionless next to him, her breath stilled and her veins void. For first time in years, the sight of the woman sickens him and he turns away from the bed, almost giving his neck a whiplash. His naked form glistens as he walks towards the only source of light ' a thin ray of Sun escaping from heavy curtained windows.

From the dark corner of the room he walks towards the light like a moth to a flame. He doesn't know the reason for his sudden fascination of the light. He wonders if his being was brim with the whims of decades of longing for normalcy and was now looking for a release.

Is that too much of a demand to ask the Sun to shine on his land but pardon him from the despair it would cause him?

If even thats too much for thee,

Shine at any rate on me.

He inches closer to the light and looks at it in reverence. There was a time when he would loathe the light to an extent that he would shrivel and snarl at the sight of it. He took comfort in cold darkness and stepped on grass only with pale moon on his head. But it was becoming tedious. The bones were tired and skin was dying. His soul long gone, he questions his existence; again. It's a routine he has picked over the decades where passing seasons have no effect on him.

He turns around and makes a quick causal analysis. He was going to leave a legacy that would make people whisper his name in the dark in terror as women folk would hide their young daughters to their bosoms. They would breathe a sigh of relief with him gone. He looks at the dead young woman lying naked on his bed. Terror is a residue on her face and even her death couldn't take that away from her.

He turns around and closes his eyes for a moment as if he was remembering an old melody.

He opens the curtain and screams in pain as warm morning light burns his flesh and tears his skin apart. He wrings in agony as he feels his bone burn into sharp flames.

Shine at any rate on me, he thinks when the last of the flame consumes him and renders him to ash.

Moments later, a gentle breeze flutters the curtains and the ash disperses out. A sigh of content is heard in the empty space.

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Lets see you get inspired by that 😆.

There you go!!!

And I love Edward Norton, He made the Hulk part two , so much worth it.

(in a chatty mood today ;) )