by Kurt - age 9
by Raven - age 6
Guy Jumping Through a Portal
From early on I was taught to behold the shifting and changing of character. Nothing remained stable. Even rot had its stages. The Kingship, the Lords, the High Chancellors, drilled this into my head from the onset. One must sit n the brink, wait on the edge, and loiter in between the minutes keeping the eyes peeled if one wished to be worthy of one's sarcophagus. Otherwise, it would be the heap; where all the unfit get thrown. The mountains are made of such as these, I was told. Therefore, I sought wholeheartedly, the Valley and the Splendor which would be my final reward.Vigilance was the way, they told me, and Silence the charm to spur me on. I did not speak, was not expected to speak, was not prodded to speak. It was my choice, the material world around me would not be altered by that choice. The charm of Silence was mine to have and to hold, or to toss aside in total disregard. I was enthralled by Silence, why or how I do not know, can not say. I revered it, it was befitting of me. It was not heavy or clumsy and the moment I accepted it I became one with it, knowing with an all-encompassing certainty that I could never turn it away. The Silence took hold of me and invited me into its deepest chambers, led me to its holy core, deposited me on the glowing throne of Nothingness and left me there to reign until I could reign no more.
My attendants, court appointed by the 69th High Chancellor of Ignominy, Rufus the Bully (before he was hung by the Melody Makers) , were ever watchful, ever solicitous, ever suspicious of my every move as I meandered about the compound, especially when I got too close for comfort, theirs and my own, but mostly theirs, and dared to deviate from the Circumference of Odium by putting one, just one mind you, black booted foot over the line into the Territory of Harmonia, straddling, as it were, homeland and hinterland. It was always a thrill I couldn’t resist, a feeling like none other; being almost there but not quite, a moment of sheer anticipation, fear and hope, about to be split down the middle like a wishbone. It made me giddy. They dragged me home with promises of tapioca pudding.by Carol Tate Cannon aka Leocadia aka Leo