The sounds of the hover cars zipping past the ancient buildings startled Larry. He yawned, and slowly rose to his feet. It was another boring day of sweeping, and cleaning up the old building chimneys. Larry was an only child, but he had other siblings who his parents had raised from the time they were left on the farmhouse doorstep. He never figured out who, or why someone decided to leave a box of little young newborns by the door. His parents had loved the lil squirts like their very own. Larry of course had been instructed to keep watch over them. That he did from the first day they had arrived on the doorstep. Larry had watched his siblings like they were his own, and he would do anything to make their dreams come true. That is why he decided to work extra hard, even at the expense of his own schooling.

Larry stopped in his tracks, and stared at something that was glowing with a sinister dark scarlet hue not too far from where he stood. He timidly approached the glowing object, and as he tried to pick it up from the ground, he heard a voice begin to chant:

Underneath the glow

Of the first blood moon

There a hunter will be born

Who will be stronger than a crow!

From the ashes of Morgana

The two will fuse

This is not a ruse

Oh hail Morgana!

You can not hide

Come on lad

After many eons now

She will not lay low!

Larry fell onto his bottom, and panicked. But before he could run away, something pulled him back. His spine bent backwards, and his whole body then twisted about like a pretzel. His blood vessels glowed a bright scarlet red. Larry’s spine bent back into place. His jaws extended revealing a set of carnivorous razor sharp teeth. Larry felt a lot of pain as his skull changed, too.

His tongue picked up an assortment of new scents. His nose as well had become obsessed with a strong honey like smell which he soon followed. He howled into the blood-moon night.

Later in the late morning as Larry prepared to get ready for work, he woke up in a pile of different sized dead bodies. Larry screamed, and then gasped. He felt tears stream along the bridge of his nose. He could not bear staring into the set of all his siblings eyes. What would he tell his parents when they got back from their business trip?

He heard a laugh coming in from his mind. Larry felt like tearing his own head off his shoulders. He ran, and ran until he came across a pond. When he stared into the water, an unfamiliar face stared right back at him. It smiled showing off its razor sharp wolf teeth.

#CORVUS.

11.04.2025

His hand moved with lightning speed. She had tried to subtly move to the side, but he had studied the way that she moved. As soon as she tried to jerk herself free, he had managed to pin her down, and land a hard hit across her face.

The marks burned, and left a print— a quick message- reminding her that whatever she would try to do his hand would rain down with power over her~ for what felt like all eternity. She felt a fire burning inside of her.

The images of her ancestors appeared before her like a burst of dark stormy clouds. ‘‘Every storm runs out of rain.’’ Their voices thundered.

She rose to her feet after lying on the ground for a while- feeling all drained. But one thing she had learned now was not to be afraid of rainy days. Now it was time she learned how to dance through the pain even when dark clouds approached in the horizon.

Later that night, after a long hunt. She had prepared a bowl of something nice, and hot. She served it, and stepped to the side…watching..and waiting. Then once the meal had been completely devoured, she smiled, and tsked. ‘Hope you enjoyed that dish. May it be one that you remember even in the next life.’

The only thing he managed to call out with his final breath was her first name:

-Morgana.

#Tempest-tossed.

4.4.2025 Friyay.

Like the cob on the corn

Like the beads around her waist

Like the blades of dark green grass

Things have memory

Like the torn suits handed down

Like the worn out shoes passed on

Like all the village huts

Things have memory

Like the stars in the night sky

Like the smiles all shared by folks

Like the chainsaw used for trees

Things have memory

Like the scars that cover her body

Like the rotting smell of the dead

Like the foul stench o’ burnt flesh

Things have memory

Like the waters from Zambezi

Like the birds that fly down south

Like the fish in the river Nile

Things have memory

Like a roaring sea

Like a buzzing bee

Like you, & me

#Thingshavememory

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Mardi, 1er Avril, 2025.

Casket opened— revealing my own body-

#CORVUS.

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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1SvBXEqgu6k

Design of Doom

The engineer paced back and forth in her home. Her hands felt like they were being pricked with many needles.

She felt dizzy and decided to lay down for a bit on the couch. The lights started to flicker.

‘What now?’ She thought to herself. Had a new set of drones followed her to her home?

She jumped on her feet and rushed to the kitchen. She placed her hand on the table. A scanner read her finger prints.

The table slowly shifted a bit higher from its current spot and started to slide to the right, revealing a passage to the lower level of the house.

She quickly moved down the staircase. She hit the button below the table to close the hidden passage.

‘Time to get down to business.’ She folded her shirt sleeves & clapped her steady hands.

Lights immediately came on as she walked down the corridor. At the end of the small hallway, there was a blue door. She lowered her head by the entrance.

A beam of light scanned her face and then her eyes. She heard the sound of the locks clicking. She pushed the door and walked into a giant underground home lab.

Ah, this was perfect. The monitors were all up and running giving her a view of the whole house from different rooms, & angles.

She gasped when she saw a figure running past the front door. So, they had sent a cyborg this time. Her boss was getting quite desperate.

She shook her head. He could send an army of bots and she would still find a way to defeat them.

Thanks to her newest & advanced creation— she could take her boss out. After all she deserved to be the head of the company. Her boss’ time was up. He was going to have to face her and her design of doom.

‘Baby steps.’ She thought to herself. She would beat him at his own game!

#CORVUS.

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Cindy yawned, and slowly dragged her feet towards the dimly lit kitchen. Her neighbor had come at the crack of dawn earlier in the day to ask Cindy if she’d seen their darling little chow-chow they had named: Choo~Choo.

Cindy bent down, and peered into her immaculate fridge. She had arranged all of her favorite dishes as well as a few exquisite dishes, or snacks in a very well-organized cutesy medieval fashion.

Right dab smack in the neat center of her fridge was a tiny like cauldron that had a tongue sticking out from the side of it. Cindy grabbed it, and thought to herself— time for a hot bowl of some Choo~Choo.

Cindy snapped her fingers, and a winged creature appeared right next to her. It bowed before her, as she asked, ‘‘Would you like to have a bowl, too?’’ She didn’t mind sharing a bowl of chow-chow with the winged daemon.

#CORVUS.

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BANG!

Shots fired.

Screams heard— ‘A-HA!’-

Sirens ringing in distance.

Blood splattered across the floor.

Dogs across the neighborhood all BARK~

The officers zip past many red lights.

BOOM—goes the dynamite- & the front door.

The helicopter, now, tries to catch someone running away.

Somebody keeps running until they end up in a crowd.

The officers lose track of the stranger and put out an APB.

#CORVUS.

(#HappyPoetryDay.)

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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=II4sfbrsdn4

Bob squinted his eyes, and stared at the blue sky. He took a moment to just simply relish his first long day off from work. Then he heard something like a bird like call coming from the distance. Soon its piercing turkey like cry echoed in the clear azul sky.

Bob quickly scanned his surroundings. He spotted a gathering of bamboos behind him. He decided to run and duck behind them.

But as soon as Bob did so, the bamboos, too, had made up their minds to not play some silly game of hide and (go) seek with Bob. They did not want to be the angry bird’s target.

Now Bob had to quickly come up with a different plan. He dived into the river, and swam deep into the frigid blue-ish waters.

In a matter of nanoseconds, something took a hold of his neck, and began to squeeze the life out of him. Bob’s body squirmed around in the water like a fish out of water.

An hour passed by, and all that was left of Bob was his skull that had been pushed by the river current, all the way back closer to where the bamboo had left Bob out to fend for himself not too long ago.

#CORVUS.

Fri., 21.03.2025

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‘‘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

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.