Chrysalis of the Creator

Chapter 1

The Darkness is the Seed of Evil; 

Cancer Spreader;

Because he cannot corrupt her

it was said that he took her;

Please, Father we cannot find her;

The Creator whispers, she is safe;

For she finds herself neatly tucked into insanity;

She is now the echo among one million echoes;

And while time can be traversed it cannot be stopped;

Find the echo or all is lost.

The Creators Command

Thrust. Eggs. Thrust. Bacon. Thrust. Cheese, milk, bread. Thrust, thrust, thrust. What else? Mmm. Thrust. That's right hot dog wieners. Thrust, thrust, grunt, groan, shudder and a moment later he flops his bull-seal body off me. One task down. Don't acknowledge your frustration or need you have work to do. He will just sleep for the next hour or so. At least he won't be demanding his breakfast yet.

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Raising from the bed Nara began to brush her long auburn hair. It was always a nightmare because it was fine and soft but she refused to cut it. While most women her age decided to sport short hair cuts for convenience, she loved to wear her hair long. With gentle curses, she teased the last of the silky strands into her preferred style. The two plaits framed her chubby heart-shaped face. She had always looked younger than her years and now at fifty, she found that her age had become just a mark of experience.

Long ago she had genuinely given up caring what others thought of her either in appearance or personality. Her body She would always joke was the perfect hourglass, with a lot of extra minutes. Big breasted smaller waist and large backside and hips.

But it was her personality that would often rub others the wrong way. Her entire life she had been thought to be bossy some family members would say or aggressive as more than one employer had commented. Maybe it was her inability to suffer fools or her fierceness in the defence of those she loved which had been misinterpreted. She didn't care anymore.

Yes, for a woman she had balls a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

In the past, she had needed to wear many masks just hiding who she really was. While she had stopped wearing the masks in most areas of her life there was still one which was very personal and hurt the most to maintain. Yes, she sighed. The mask of a marriage too long to a man who did not love her. He just didn't want to be alone.

Thirty years of slavery to a weak man's ego. Fuck where would she have been now if she had not allowed herself to be kept in her place? She was now angry with herself. This type of frustration was never positive. What was she afraid of? She was no longer afraid of him or his tantrums but there it was probably her own demons.

Looking to the time she hurried to finish getting ready for her regular Sunday market. Time to make a little money from what she created. Creations that kept her sane and allowed her a little peace.