Saturday, 14 September 2019

The Unwinding of the cord by Mark Antony Raines

The unwinding of the  cord
Truth and it be set free
Danu 32.8

Saturday 16 the October 
The motion  of motion s is unfolds as the big yellow  star in the sky rises. I sit among my fellow  passenger s on the overcrowded and overpriced carriage  aboard my daily rat race to my office in the big smoke. I hate being  squish like a sardine in a tin smelling the different aromas emitted by the  sea  blank  faces staring  intensely at me as I Sit holding my cord of twine with  the knowledge inside me that I have the power to end thier miserable existence with a click of fingers  if I wish.I have made this journey before but not in this box coffin but by a far more different mends that  time it was a horse drawn carriage and the roads wrecking dusty and full of lumps and bumps but it was too the same place  my trek takes to me on this day.
My station  terminal has come into  view time again to go through  the same debate s and heated arguments with my editor and publisher for you  see I learnt dispite my centuries of existence between night and day I need  to give the impression of an being so I choose the path of being an author but one of only  one book rewritten in my forms but all telling my truth until someone questions my writing s with  claims of copyright although I know from my days in ancient Greece thier are only seven ways a story can be told and each in its  truest form is but a copy of a copy of a copy.I enter the office I seen grow from a small shop to a vast skyscraper trying but failing to touch the  blue skies above. 
Sitting behind the desk is Athena; long blonde hair, silver rimmed glasses wearing  clothes showing just enough of her womanly figure. 
"Matt  it has come to our attention  that someone is claiming a copyright issue with your latest  book The Unwinding of the cord as it's is very similar to a book wrote  back in 1890 by Martin Luther "in a southern drawl straight from the deep south .I look at her  and again see the reflection looking back at me giving that manically knowing grin as I it knows the time has  come to unwind the cord.As I take out my ball of cord to unwind i see the spark of curiosity in Athena:s eyes. 
"I can you  looking at me wandering  why I am unwinding a ball of cord ;well  you see over the decade s I collected so many souls i decided  to keep track of them by putting a small knot on my cord ;this my hundredth ball of cord "Athena  tries to let a scream but it's too late my curse I have been saying inside my head is working as had always  worked all these years. "I open the cord of the string and attach it to your eternal soul .I attach the cord you I now mine to bend your  mind to become one with mine ;you are now my vessel and I now tell you to leave my presence "Like a puppet Athena begins to stand and walk jerk ly to the window  and she finds herself unable to stop opening it wide and moving her legs to the edge and then Athena is seems floating in the air then the crunch of breaking bones and the ground  is covered in sickly blood red crimson covering the ground like a macabre carpet. I place the cord back into my jacket and wonder back outside to the scene of another tragic suicide. 

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