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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