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The Diary -14-"It better work this time."
The same group crowded around Luna, but backed up when Cassarah waved them off with her cane. "What did I tell you children about giving me breathing room. I'm going to try one last time to contact this boy, but if it falls through, I expect payment in full."
"Hey!" Gregory growled, "Why should we have to pay you if this doesn't work?"
"You want your girlfriend to start shaving every morning?"
Pam took and additional step back and Gregory shook his head no. The witch smiled deviously and laid her hands on Luna. This time awake, Luna kept one eye open as the old woman's hands hovered over her.
"Is this going to hurt?" she asked Cassarah.
The witch shrugged.
Luna frowned. "Fantastic..."
"Shut up and close your eyes!"
When Luna opened them again she found herself lying face down on of a couch. Pushing herself up, she ran to the mirror hanging nearby and seeing a reflection not her own, let out a squeal of joy. "Dominic, I have to find Dominic." She ran all over
MenagerieDon't break into my meganerie
A pourous, seeping, bleeding medium
lacking all equivalency
Keep safe my sanatorium
And let me breathe my honey
The Greatest Gift Ever Given
The Greatest Gift Ever Given
A Dominic Deegan Christmas Story
by Kitten Kagome
Dominic Deegan : Oracle for Hire copyright Michael Terracciano.
With snow cascading the landscape in a blanket, tears came to the eyes of the young woman who was so far away from home, watching the winter storm passing by her window.
Her name was Luna Travoria. An outcast since she was a little girl, she was ridiculed and joked and teased by all the other children around her. She had one friend, Jayden, but even she could not protect her from the horrors life threw at her.
It was all because of her teeth. Tusks, to be exact, that poured from under her bottom lip and extended into full view. These teeth beckoned names like orc and monster, and her own mother had made her wear a veil to cover her "ugliness". Well, those were her mother's words.
Financially, she had everything she could've asked for. Most of her growing up was spent in the confines of a large castle, drafty, but well known and well decorated at
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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