The shadows grip and squeeze until I collapse with a snap! Stifled by the hushed quiet of a long forgotten dream.

My carved smile has faded in time with the colors and music, but still I wait for the mercy of your eyes

when you open my cage and twist me back to life. I unfurl to a melody that you’ve imbued with hope if only to fouetté ur troubles away.

But for a few twin kling mo ments atop my ceramic stage I am free, No longer lonely.

The moment before you disappear carved into my heart and memories- twisting, turning into the music you dance through

Lie yourself bare and show me your soul. Behind the curtain- everyone’s abuzz heart pounding. Crowd murmuring. Lights lower… A deep breath before the velvet rises and you are no longer you, but a vessel for my hopes and my dreams and my pain… Break a leg.

The cream parchment unfurled onto the lamp lit desk with a satisfying ‘fwip”, knocking over a little vial of pepper. Leif leaned forward to stroke the sprawling indigo ink titled “Invoice”. It was probably the finest paper he’d ever seen, and he’d stolen stationary from royalty.

To a Mr. Illmoriem (Leif) Bastard, species: unknown (non human verified) occupation: theif, conspirer, terrorist Address: homeless

Assuming this invoice finds you in one piece and of sound mind: You are here by charged with the destruction of 3 (1+ 1+ 1) Royal Triad Sand Cruisers model K, The murder of esteemed Goblin War General Bax Ado, The collapse of The Aquatic Trans- Alliance, and the Sea Peoples United Treasury.

You have been deemed an utter failure and wound to this union there for, by imperial commission, your assets and belongings are to be ceased by Central Embassy where you will be tried by all nations of the globe and sentenced to public execution.

You have brought chaos and harm to a planet already on its knees in a time of turmoil and we shall rejoice in your demise.

Signed,

Aprit Dek Daughter of Ivory Clan, Dark Elvish (Non human verified)

Royal Traidic Secretary D.E. Kingdom Cabinet Command of Public Affairs Central Embassy Rep

Leif inhaled and leaned back in his green arm chair, hands behind his head. By the sound of things, he was gonna guess his appeal had failed. Pity. He stayed like this for a while, leather boots propped up, stewing in the mess that had enveloped his life in the span of weeks. It seemed like just days ago he was only a theif, smuggling royal cargo across country for food and illegal spell jars. He glanced down at the pretty scroll again, the words TERRORIST seemed to burn a hole through the paper and desk. Now, in a few hours time he’d die for crimes every nation in the world thought he committed. His eyes found the paper again. Well, he had murdered the zealot Bax Ado who really crashed the 3 sand cruisers but what choice did Leif have while being strangled half an inch from spiked tires.

The fire sputtered, low in its hearth. Leif shivered and grabbed the thick scroll still laying across his desk, he balled it up and tossed it into the flames. He let his mind wander to pleasant memories staring at the crackling heat, most regarding food and sweet cheeses or the occasion spell jar that worked and brought even more food. Then he gasped. The spell jars.. Outside his cabin there was a knock. Through the hidden side window and the crack under the back door Leif could just make out Fire sentries surrounding the land making escape impossible. Leif was to be hung- but the Fire Sentries had a reputation for playing with their food. He’d likely be tortured to death before he made it to the hearing. No one would know. No one would care.

He made for the trunks in his closet and began to frantically pull out every labeled jar he could find to no avail. Jar after jar, sputtered and winked in their futile states. knock knock knock.

Some would attempt to activate, glowing and floating a few inches out of Leif’s palms but ultimately fade out as they fell. He’d given up and resigned back to his armchair in mounting panic when he noticed the pepper jar in the corner of his desk that he’d knocked over opening the letter. BAM. BAM. BAM. The imperials wanted the satisfaction of being greeted.

With timid fingers he grabbed the little vial and flipped it over.

“Banishing. Protecting. Use sparingly ;) “ -Azhira

Leif tried to calm his quickening pace and stood up. Azhira wasn’t someone you wanted to owe a favor to but he didn’t have much of a choice. He unscrewed the cap and poured the contents out at his feet just as the door splintered apart and flames engulfed him.

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The cabin caught fire and the Fire Sentries made for the entrance, unaffected by the heat. Behind them, Aprit Dek stepped through the doorway surveying the damage, her crimson eyes took in every detail. The sentries began to remove stolen possessions, giving her a wide berth as they exited behind her when she snapped her fingers. Everyone stopped. “Where is he? And sure enough, amidst the recovered treasures, priceless equipment, and roaring flames that licked at their faces and clothes - Illmoriem had disappeared.

Do you remember, the clouds were frosted with pinks and golden tomorrows. and what of the setting sun? whose flames extinguished from behind you on the plane.

Dusk kissed the palms who waved good-bye with great fronds. Night embraced the ancient cacti standing guard in the absence of light, they tower in proud solute.

and the last rays skim over the land broken glass and bits of shiny pebbles glisten, twinkling with memories you leave behind.

A promise.

   That’s what they told us, the ones who had dared to ask. 

The Olders lived up in the mountains, in damp shadowed caves on beds of moss and poisonous mushrooms, exiled from society. They alone had taken the perilous trip beyond into the Gauldrim. They alone had payed the price of light to escape the constraints humanity had placed upon themselves. Venturing into the beyond had robbed them of their sight so they could see the past and it had taken their human form so they could assume every other. The few that now remained had imparted profound knowledge and what more? The promise of truth.

   Mankind had long ago discovered an infinite energy source and eventually immortality. The dark had all but faded with the ignorance of suffering and imperfection. Now humanity was ideal and thriving, once more. 

   The new colonies had been dubbed Pandoram after the patron who was tricked and held blame for the cruelty that contained us for eons. Now, we were the gods. 

And they the chained. Because the light had illuminated what was broken with society and fixed the kinks, it had also managed to hide what defined us. We had no motivations, no needs, or wants apparently. But I always wanted jellyback abos. Anything I could think of I had, immediately. Instant gratification, and with no tests to build our strength or character we had lost meaning as a species. Bone and matter playing aimless bumper cart on a floating rock. I asked Older Fron what a bumper cart was and he looked at me blindly from the deep orange eyes of a toad and croaked , “All in time”

   However being a toad for good was unappealing and I couldn’t fathom what was so wrong about living forever. Then I could  acquire jellyback abos whenever I wanted. Wherever I wanted! When I tried to summon a plate just to show Older Fron how good they really were I was rapped across my forehead and thrown from the cave. He didn’t let me back for weeks after that. 

“We’re you born to eat, sleep, and die? Are you not then just an animal?” Hissed he in the form of a great green black serpent some time after I had been allowed back into the cave. I blinked but didn’t dare make a quip about the situation at hand. “An animal,” I continued carefully as Frons enormous viper head leveled with mine, inches from my face. “Who has no needs?” I finished, feeling very small as Fron scoffed and dismissed me. “But wasn’t this the goal!” I added in desperation “after Pandora opened her box weren’t we supposed to obtain peace again? Is that so wrong?”

Somewhere in the back of the yawning cave, from wherever Older Fron had slithered off to- a low deep voice uttered, “At the cost of what.”

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At the edge of the land, just before the ocean, Mount Gauldrim groaned and screamed under the unholy weight that had bled the land dry of life and fortune. An invisible cloud directly above the behemoth cast the mountain in sinister twisting shadows that reached across the sprawling desert in tendrils as if searching for its next victim. It was said that the ancient deities and spirits alike roamed there- soulless, robbed of their power and cursed for infinity to wander without purpose. Here, apart from the shaded caves high in the lush waterlogged mountains were the only darkness to be found here in Pandoram, forever in Spring and the warm glow of a rising sun.

Finally.

The remnants of your consumption smolder like raked embers, Mere fragments of your Unforgivable.

      Yes you, 
      the lasts of the tsunami
      that drains from the shores. 
      Your misery seeps,
      an aching pestilence.  

      You won’t be missed.  
       I hope to see you never more.
      And pray , 
     That like the moon, 
   Your front remains
 faithfully unglimpsed

The sigh that escaped my lips came from my very center. I draw on all my patience, “I was gone for five minutes! What happened here?!” The walls were smeared from floor to all of 3 and a half feet (91.44 cm) with bright purple crayon and meat sauce. And parsley. My 4 year old is scribbling furiously and bracing himself against the wall with his dinner covered hands as if in deep focus. He holds up a very tiny finger, still scribbling and then finishes off with a flourish! The nerve.

“Behold” (which comes out beho’d) he says stepping back arms wide as if he’s just finished the Mona Lisa. I’m looking at a very crude likeness of what I think is either the Cookie Monster or Barney and then he bows. “You’re very own personal complimentary masterpiece. The next one will cost ya.” I’m speechless. When did he get into business?
“Sweet baby, what is it?” Comes out instead. “You mommy!” He runs at me with red arms and a sauce smeared diaper like a little spaghetti demon and hugs my legs.

Why does she hold you back like that Isn’t she your best friend Praying on your downfall Trying to out grow Out do Out shine you Out out out you

He was held back so long he’d forgotten what he wanted and what was real Could he even still feel? That resilience Had eroded Slowly

What could he achieve without the starving ocean taking with each leave. And lapping at his shores,
He deserved better, he deserves more With heavy heart And choked emotion He shook his head and shut that door wide open.

Over the years I’ve accomplished many things. Wild successes, and bucking dreams that were harnessed not without your support.

So it’s only fair I ask you to join me as I lay to rest an era💐

A period known for my greatest adventures, where many of you were there dancing along side me.

But shenanigans and tomfoolery’s aside no adventure will ever compare to that of true love, and so sacrifices were made and compromises had.

Friends and family (the two sisters this got sent to) today I ask you to join me for a Sayonara Saturday to farewell a true soldier.
A soldier who played the long game, a hard game. We’ll be having one last go round, an EPIC bachelorette party so get ready and see y’all at

                           Phase Out
            “The end of my hoe phase”

Crying in the club,

Maeve

Where: Princess Palace 🏰 Time: 10:30 pm SHARP 👏🏾 Attire: Icon core 🤩👠 Gifts: byow, money, collagen, Jimmy Choo’s, Sapphires, pearls.

They say every 7 years you’re a new person so, statistically there could be about 11 of me. With so many to choose from, just who am I to be?

       An unblemished flower held the first age. Delicate and malleable so that every day, all the rays left it’s impression upon her petals of melting snow. Roots grew          s h a k i l y,  through desiccated earth and from the light she had to fight for herself. But at last she perseveres to share her abundance, for all that need harvest. 
         Innocence is replaced with awareness in her second age. And now aware of the home that poisons you flower, you spread wings of ire and bone to abandon the satin blanket of youth. Invincibility is an ebbing glow, tempting, but opportunity in the unknown ahead holds so much more. 

And because the little bird is now free, she’s at liberty to be who she wants, no longer chained and tethered to the foundation that withered and drained her. Follow the wind, fast and far, But not too high especially without guide and fly she did. And burning she fell. Into tendrils of ash and ruin where she currently resides, Her third age came with a price. A stain. - a mar on her life. Little birds’ struggles are a ceremonial shedding of lies but she told herself to be kind. Nothing was as she imagined or what she’d been promised yet she still finds the brighter side, and that’s how she’s survived. Come the winds and breaking storms, and the pressure that builds and pours, she’s always there to catch herself. To heal and grow in flames reborn- she was her light, her hope, and her beacon.

      When she opens eyes 

blinded from the sun after fates long tumble , she outstretched wings of torn gold and fire spun. Now she was a Phoenix.