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The Transmundane AnomalyThe trio – an archer and two swordsmen – stagger through the door, panting and wheezing. They made it. Goodness. They made it.The Transmundane Anomaly by Mattchewbackaar
“Close that door, Soren,” orders the leader, his voice shaky.
They can hear ghostly shrieks from beyond the door. They get closer. Somehow the trio outran them. They don’t question their feat, just accept. Soren musters whatever strength he can from his oxygen-deprived muscles and closes the colossal door. Thud – echo-echo-echo.
Soren keeps his back to the door, gasping. He looks at Ander, a beefy guy clad in steel and a mammoth of a blade in his shuddering hand, and nods his head at a stack of thick boxes. There’re no words. Ander shuffles, leans his blade against the wall and drives the stack toward the door. As Ander positions them in front, he backs off and breathes in deeply through his nose.
His nose picks up a smell. Not his sweat, though there is that, but something else. Iron. It’s profound, nose-curling,
Alfie Moonshine, the Alpha Male Cocker SpanielToday is an average day for Alfie Moonshine. The self-proclaimed owner of an average house called ‘Catbells’, situated in an average cul-de-sac – which is situated in an average town – trots about, head high. Alfie is a cocker spaniel, a blue roan, with beautiful markings about his body, a huge snout, big floppy ears, and an ego the size of six post codes. An ego which is increasingly expanding by the day.Alfie Moonshine, the Alpha Male Cocker Spaniel by Mattchewbackaar
Alfie knows no different. He’s the alpha male of the house, the pack leader. If any of his family members were to place authority over Alfie, he would protest. Hard. He protests daily. He makes a habit of it. His mother, for whatever reason, leaves him every day for prolonged amounts of time. This upsets the dog. He doesn’t like his subjects leaving him without permission. However, his mother returns with these huge white balls that rustle at the slightest movement. Alfie can’t comprehend this magic, and from this confusion, and anger for lea
crow comes courtingresplendent in a black glosscrow comes courting by jade-pandora
of feathered robes...
crow's morning clicks of courtship
echo through downcast mists that
bead upon bowed shoreline willows
and genuflect in the wake
of his purposeful strut
one hesitant step before the next,
his head cocked this way and that,
listening as distant ticks
message back a reply-
the visage of his agenda
suddenly unfolds in a wingspread
that lifts above a watery canvas,
the guttural sound of pulled
stitching sends love notes receding
into estuaries, and ripples
where tadpoles skip and dart
beneath lily pads in the random and
rapid blink of each tiny vortex
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