CupidKiller

By Laurenzo O. A new year, bright beginnings, always looking for some winnings. Friends and families worth more than a zillion, never too busy making millions. The year was impressive, I shall write a missive, longing for a journey of adventure, towards our goals we shall venture. Get rid of that fat gut, eat less and stop being a dud. Wishes will be met, do not give up just yet. Regale, reach out for the nearest stars, never lose sight of your greatest tasks. Be strong, be prepared to be your best, we will triumph over the biggest tests. Have zest, be merry, cling your glass, delight upon victory, the day is ours.

The Elementals Part 5 ''Skin wearer?'' Chrysalla cocked her head in amusement and stared at her bloodstained hands. ''Yes my dear, you are my pet skin wearer. You have done horrible things in the past but I shall forgive your for I am a magnanimous God.'' Chrysalla flapped her wings and circled the glowing artificer. She was still uncertain about the intention of this entity. ''Why did you make me do this? They were just beetles.'' The artificer growled. He was like an untamed animal behind the grandeur of his physical embodiment. ''They were beetles who were craving for your entrails. They were only following my orders but surely you

The Elemental Part 4 The winds were threshing about, sands swirling in eddies that attempted to swallow everything that it came into contact with. The Artificer was hovering in his full splendour, draped in a tan cloak with a hood concealing his wizened features. The creator of the Earth had his branch-like arms crossed as he stared down at his fairy captive. Crysalla was shuddering and went speechless in awe. The Artificer had the inherent effect of exacting reverence from his creations, so it came to him as an embarrassing surprise when Zion executed her escapade. ''Why did you revolt against me puny girl?'' The Artificer asked in a thu

The Elementals Part 3 In the meantime, humanity was springing up within the continents, they travelled from point to point, domesticating other animals to serve their will and acquired knowledge on skills like language and agriculture with the intellect of their advanced brains. The Artificer was still immensely upset at the fairies who he vilified as the defilers of his paradise. The self-proclaimed “God” became wary of every little detail within his existence as the betrayal of the fairies had dealt a crushing blow to his weak continence. In order to exact control over the whereabouts of his newly appointed spy, Numinous-the-

The Elementals Part 2 Zion and her band of fairies flew miles on end, they would halt for sustenance at rivers and lakes whenever the group felt exhausted. In their little heads, the main mission was to outrun the clutches of the artificer and his mindless enforcers so they needed the strength. The artificer possessed no qualms about hunting the runaways and punishing them dearly. His first act was to summon the clouds to do his bidding. They were to direct lightning strikes upon any creature resembling the fairies. The leader of the clouds, Numinous, abetted with satisfaction as he was a pompous being who wanted nothing more than to destro

The Elementals From the Blind Eternities, there was an artificer who sat alone on his gilded throne within the stunning sky. He looked around him and eventually felt bored of his loneliness. He began to draw the energies from the Blind Eternities to create small delicate beings that came to be known as pixies. The pixies would flutter their exiguous wings in a stream of blue and entertained the Artificer in his newly-formed throne room, since he felt that he deserved more than a measly chair. However, when the artificer grew sick of his creation, he would place the pixies inside an enormous cage. The pixies were very sad and one day, the le

Petrichor The smell of rain is inhaled within my body, a calmness overcomes my deepest agonies. The chilling wind accompanying the cooling night, expels my body of any fright. Awash with a keen sense of purpose, I am no longer imprisoned within the curse. My mind has begun to take on a life of its own, failure was merely on loan. I am inspired to conjure my strongest weapon, my mind! I am of honour to incline. The suffering of yesterday has ended, tomorrow will be positively intended.

Wake up your sweet little head, the world needs you off your comfy bed. Go forth and reap the rewards of this earth, you will be blessed from the divines above. Be realistic, do not lose yourself in serendipity. We can only work with the etchings in reality. The unicorn of fables long uttered by the ancients, come from your mind, within its caverns. They trample upon the boring peat of life and marshals glory in their stride. You bore the brunt of a doomed collective world, filled with dark omens trapped in a twirl. Wake your sweet pretty little head, stop living a life that you will soon regret. Be that magical beast of ye old lore, qui

Surreptitiously Lodged I have been lurking in secret among the rocks near the sea, calming waves and soothing breezes hit me. The fish are afraid to ever greet me, they say that land terrifies them, it truly beats me. Carrying my home wherever I go, I lug an entire gigantic household. The horseshoe chaps had it easy, their shells are always attached to them, it is their destiny. Me on the other hand, always picks and choose, as my body grows, I am granted clues. Shape and size, these are just some of what I must know, also the previous tenant must be evicted from the get-go. Innocent children saunter in groups, prodding my home with sti