I duly apologize for the late postings. I was busy with many other matters and when I was not, I was typing...... not my letter of resignation... at my age, it does not work....I was swarm with ideas on my developing tale.
An excerpt here.
In Greek
mythology, Prometheus is best known for defying the Olympian gods by
taking fire from them and giving it to humanity in the form of
technology, knowledge and, more generally, civilization. Others spoke of him of
creation of humanity from clay. For his punishment of stealing fire, Prometheus
was bound to a rock, and an eagle was sent to eat his liver (in ancient Greece,
the liver was thought to be the seat of human emotions). His liver would then
grow back overnight, only to be eaten again the next day in an ongoing cycle. Another
myth was Prometheus establishes the form of animal sacrifice. To some, Prometheus
became a figure who represented human striving in the quest for scientific
knowledge, to the extent of unintended consequences. Mary Shelley gave alternate
title of the Modern Prometheus to her novel Frankenstein (1818).
Do
vampires exist? Current findings or none, explained (not believed) that
vampires do not exists. The myth of vampires was popular with the tale of
Dracula, but history tells us that Vlad Dracula may had induced in bloody
executions, but there was no evidence that he drank blood. They may be some who
may have ingested human blood as part of the ritual that they are feeding off
the energy or soul of their enemy. There again, unproven but the myth remains
there.
The
key words to me are knowledge; fire yet HELL was abounded with it, and blood;
made inside as the vitality of life. And fear; the boundary of our soul not to
be crossed.
But
there is also love; the unbound affection we showered out, and vengeance; the
pain of ours displayed.
The
creation; all of the above are ours.
Let
me explore this to create my monster here.
Or
that of another living soul that we deemed as a monster.
Deuteronomy
23:2 ESV; No one born of a forbidden union may enter the assembly of
the Lord. Even to the tenth generation, none of his descendants may enter
the assembly of the Lord.
This
is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names,
characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either
the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely
coincidental.
Sound the klaxon now .......
1.
“What is a monster? The word
monster may be used widely, literally, and in-depth as an entity that is huge,
hideous, murderous, or threatening. In a closer view, an undesirable entity. Is
a monster as depicted above truly the above? We have read descriptions of the
above, but singular in context may not fill up all the definitions. A hideous
figure may not be murderous unless provoked, and a huge entity may not be threatening.
Or a threatening entity may not be hideous or huge.”
“And Frankie here is not a
monster?” The drunken figure had his left arm over my left shoulder. “Och, he
is just Frankie the monster.”
“Come on, William.” Frankie,
or his full family name, Frankenstein, Victor Frankenstein, leaned forth to
avoid the arm grabbing his neck. “And William, do not …”
William is the elder brother
of Victor ‘Frankie’ Frankenstein.
“The recalcitrant serpent
tangled its body over the neck.” William Frankenstein wormed his body at
Frankie, with both arms then encircling the other.
“Frankie will be dead soon.”
William laughed. He studied biology, majoring in serpents, at the university.
The elder brother mimics the strangulation of the serpent at his brother.
Victor tried to pull away, but William was also the university star at bodybuilding.
“Give him a break, William.”
That was Justine Moritz, the co-student with Victor at the Department of
Science. They were both doing postgraduate studies in advanced biology. They
were in the group doing studies on re-engineering the workings of the nerves in
the severed limbs.
“Oh, okay. I think I got his
neck severed. Justine, do the honour of suturing the nerves. I think he is
going to go into a zombie manifestation.” William released his brother and took
his seat across from the former. He then had his arms around his friend,
Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Muriel.
“Here …. Oops, I forgot our
drinks. I knew….” William got up again and staggered towards the bar once more.
“He is such …” Liz sighed.
She wondered why she put up with that drunken fool.
“A drunk?” Justine was not
one to munch on niceties. “Ever since I knew him, he was and will be. He may be
the star of the Uni at the spots, but he is a dumb when it comes to the social
circles.”
“His pick-up lines are Hi, I
am William. Want to peek at my Winkle? He made the name such a bore. If I am to
wank his Winkle, I will have it attached to the rubber hose and pour acid
there. That will give him the needed feel.” Justine was plain in her words.
“Be nice, Justine.” Victor
looked at the lady.
“I can understand.”
Elizabeth laughed.
“And yet you put out with
him.”: Justine looked at her best friend.
“Put
out, I can attest to that. We have drinks and walks, but put in, may not be the
current ‘événement de notre relation’ (event of our
relationship
in English).
“Je
suis belge et je parle néerlandais, français et allemand. Je préfère largement
l'anglais avec ces idiots. (I am Belgium, and
speaks Dutch, French and German. I much prefer English when witth these idiots.)” Justine looked
at the other lady.
“Les
idiots sont peut-être adorables, la plupart du temps. (Idiots, they
can be but lovable ones most times.) Elizabeth smile
at their switch of the language taken to add credits to their Uni requirements.
“Je maîtrise également la langue française. (I am versed in French language too.)” Victor cut in.
Another excerpt20.
“Carmilla,
is that you?” Lauren sat up on the bedding and whispered. The chamber may be
lighted or darkened but to her, it was all the same. Her sights were failing,
and with her ailing condition, she was bed ridden most days or nights, it does
not matter at all. She got her meals served; taken but not tasted …… “Father,
it feeds me, but I am not a fussy person on food.”
Her
father had returned, and visited her often. She assumed it was morning, for the
heat of the sunlight was in her skin. She will sit up and greet him. A peck on
the cheeks was his way of saying I love you. Funny, that was how her mother
told her then.
“Your
father is a busy man. He has one lover, but many loves for his men. He cares
for them more than me. He gives them orders and then the handshakes, but I get
the kiss on the cheek and the hugs.”
“Are
you here?” Lauren asked.
“Yes,
I am. I am seated by the chair next to you.” The other lady, Carmilla replied.
“I
can hear you. I ……” Lauren smiled.
“Can
I sleep next you?” Carmilla asked. Lauren nodded. Carmilla climbed on the
bedding and snuggled next to her.
“You
are cold.” Lauren snuggled close to the other. She was comfortable with the
other person; the last person who slept next to her was her mother. Father will
not do so, but held her hands.
Lauren
felt Carmilla’s left hand touched her bosom. She had felt uncomfortable
initially, but gotten used to that. It was Carmilla’s request.
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