chapter 1- A DREAM WITHIN A NIGHTMAREThis was London's welcome gift to him this time around, not a winking lady, but some strange man's vomit. Sweet.
Paul threw his pants in the trash, sulkily, and sat on the bed. He was checking the spot on his thigh where the man had vomited when something caught his eye.
He looked up sharply. Paul thought he saw a movement by the door but there was no one there. A small nervous laugh escaped his mouth.
Out of the corner of his eye, something was definitely moving. He stood up apprehensively and turned his face towards the direction of the door.
There was nothing there but his trousers, the same one he had thrown away. He laughed nervously again. This is just the kind of prank his brother would play on him, he thought, sadly.
There it was again! The trousers on the floor definitely moved. Paul made a mental note to complain to the hotel’s manager about rats, but there were no rats in the room.
To his horror, the garment began to fill up. Malformed flesh sprouted out from where th
Ch.1- A Subtle Change in Paul's Way of ThinkingIt happened in a split-second with no explanation.
For Paul, it came faintly as the slight shifting of shadows. He can still feel the slight stinging on his thigh where the vomit of the red-headed man in the train had been. It was such a small twinge, he almost didn't feel it when the man vomited on him. Yet, subconsciously, the significance of that moment was not lost on him.
It was different for Caellian. In fact, it was the total opposite. She was happily sipping her tea in her little cubicle when all of a sudden, terrible tremors shook the ground flinging her across the room like some weightless rag doll. Without warning, she was snatched up from her room by some invisible force. It sucked her from time and space in one catastrophic second. Then, it was all over.
Caellian opened her eyes.
She was all alone in a very dark room.
A strange man materialized before her. He looked just as disoriented as she. He cleared his throat.
Stunned, Caellian stared at him.
Black Little Flowers BloomI walked across
and caught a sight of blinding white.
My eyes shut close
for just a second
and I stepped back again
Dark little secrets
from where I've been.
and now I know...
I walked across
a field ablazed.
There was no fear,
only a memory-
on the strings of my guitar.
I walked across
and I came back again.
I saunter down the strange pathways
of your affection
where the lightness in my heart is rivaled only
by that strange rapture
at the moment of my death.
my shoes gain miles.
Black little flowers bloom as I walk by.