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"What would you like to be? A toad, serpent, bench, signet, papyrus, pot of Cauldron? Say." What kinda crazy list was she making? How crazy she was. She couldn't even make any soothing and pleasurable form. He would take those as a message from a cherub in hell. "A necklace!" "So be it." She touch his erection (the closest thing to her) and he turned immediately into a necklace. A necklace with a green blob. She wore it around her neck and slid it into the path between the two enormous boobs. That was all Vulcan had ever wanted. That moment should never pass away... * * * Vulcan was a horror poet when he was alive. On the day when Myclops, the village priest was to dedicate the cave to Medusa, Vulcan got drunk. And in his subconsciousness, he was caught up into his fantasy. There he was met by Poseidon, the god of the sea, before a sea of glass. He was welcomed into his fantasy. There he was to act all the things he had written in his poems. It aint as easy as whichever way you are looking at it. Remember he was a horror poet. Enjoy his fantasy with him. How he met Medusa, several nymphs and fairies and discovered the secret of the wierd priest. He would fight Poseidon, Leviathan and maybe God too, because he wrote all those in his poems. * * * DISCLAIMER TO ALL THE READERS. ESPECIALLY TO THOSE WHO THINK THEY KNOW ALL. {APOLOGY IF THAT WAS RUDE} FROM CHAPTER 2 - 50 PERHAPS, THE USE OF WORDS IS QUITE REMOTE AND COULD BE A LITTLE BIT ANNOYING SINCE THE WRITER MADE AN EXCESSIVE USAGE OF "THE THIRD PERSON OMNISCIENT NARRATIVE TECHNIQUE". THAT IS, THE WRITER EXCESSIVELY PLAYED ON THE THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BY REPEATING AND REPEATING AND REPEATING WHICH COULD PRETTILY BE ANNOYING. THEREFORE, TO SAVE YOURSELF OF THE STRESS, YOU CAN SIMPLY START READING THE BOOK FROM CHAPTER 60 OR SO. DO NOT BE BOTHERED. YOU WON'T MISS OUT ON MUCH. IT'S A BOOK OF STAGES OF FANTASY. PLUS THE BOOK WILL EXTEND TO 1K CHAPTERS. SO, NO READER SHOULD GO TO THE REVIEW SECTION AND START COMPLAINING ABOUT REPETITION OF THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN DISCUSSED HERE. DO NOT DIMINISH THE REPUTATION OF THIS BOOK. READING IS BY CHOICE. PLUS, THE WRITER MIGHT FIND TIME TO EDIT THE MENTIONED CHAPTERS AND HELP THE READERS TO UNDERSTAND WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO WITH THE EXCESSIVE PLAY ON WORDS. WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF AN ANCESTOR. TO BE FOREWARNED IS TO BE FOREARMED. THANKS FOR STOPPING BY.
"Where am I?"
That's the question even you would ask if you were in his shoes. Well, we can't be sure the size you do have on? His shoe then might be bigger or smaller for you. Irrespective of whatever size it is, you wouldn't be able to walk a mile in it.
He tried to swipe his hand over his face. Twas successful. Probably he was in a trance, he wasn't sure. He needed time to process the new realization but he had no time. He swiped his hand over his face again and twas the same effect. He dropped his hand and looked.
He was at a shore. Standing, with his sticky sandal. His garment was dirty and his skirt roughened. He had no idea where he had been before then. He wanted to remember but he simply couldn't. He tried as much as possible, but his efforts were licked by the flames of his sight.
He took a step forward. The sea he was standing before was unprecedented. If that was the right word for it. It was without waves and was super long. Twas like a glass! Pure, clear and reflective. He hadn't seen that ever in his life. He knew that he wasn't in his right mind.
He was caught between two claws. He didn't know if he was to walk briskly or was meant to only totter. The brisk urge was to ascertain what kinda water was there and the tottering urge was the fear of being attacked. He needed to be wise. He would settle the dispute with his instinct.
While he did that, he looked away from the sea and turned. There was a stretched forest behind him. He felt like he needed to enter the forest. At least, to ascertain if there was any other person there.
He paused. A new thought flickered across his consciousness. He couldn't ignore it. Was he the only one left on earth? Was he dead? Like was he in the aftermath or in some remote part of the world. Like was he in some other planets? He wasn't sure. He didn't know what to think and he couldn't remember a thing.
He saw a path in the forest but was still at the spot he was. He wouldn't take any step without a rethink. He matter-of-factly didn't know where he was. He looked at his right and left. Both were plain. Like a stretched lawn. Those were never an option. He needed no soothsayer to tell him that.
Boom! He heard the waters rustling behind him. He placed a mill on his thought to be sure that he had really heard that. Then it came louder. He was turned. And he looked.
The lips of the waters began to pave a way for some creature he had no idea of. A creature was coming outta the water. He didn't know what to do. He was obliged to his instinct. He wanted to wait. Yet he wanted to run.
The waters began to rise and it seemed as though the glass of the sea would be splitted. He was pawned by his thoughts.
How about if twas a monster which would eat him and had probably eaten others who used to be alive? If not that. Then how about twas a good spirit who would save him and tell him what he had been longing to know.
He dumped the two thoughts and sat on the fence of his consciousness. That seemed as the best option. His heart was in his mouth. He knew he was quaking. He could feel his reins and veins wrenching in pain.
But he decided to stay there and stand his ground. Whether twould be a monster or a good spirit, he would be there to figure.
But sincerely, he wanted to explode.
