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Eidolon between WorldsEidolon between Worlds
"I am new to this Land..."
Laura of Oz said as she opened her eyes in a grey surrounding. First thing which captured her senses was the noise...not her inner noise, something from the outside...voices...some loud, some gentle...laughs, screams, car horns... Car horns??
Laura of Oz raised her face to look straight to this new place. It was all so strange to her, so unknown, so light-years apart...it was her hometown.
Laura of Oz turned to look at what was behind her. No yellow ribbon was starting from the back of her feet...and she wasn't wearing her red, enchanted shoes.
She looked ahead. In front of her stood the old commercial centre, she had been there a billion times. Without giving it a second thought, Laura of Oz stepped inside.
It took a while for her ears to get used to all those old, yet so brand-new sounds of so loud...so very loud...She tried to put her ears at rest, as she could, and let her eyes guide her.
As she passed by a jewelry shop - one of the
Facing the Wizard - (part threFacing the Wizard - (part three)
The Wizard, Master of all Arts, was standing before Laura of Oz.
He was about to put her to a test.
"Laura of Oz - the Wizard said - can you state you're ready to listen to your inner noise right NOW?"
Laura swallowed...her fear.
"Here and now...?", she asked.
"Here and now.", the Wizard replied.
Laura of Oz closed her eyes, and it was the whole of her answer. A definite YES.
She left the world and anything rolling...far away from her...as she concentrated. Thus she calmed her mind. Calm before the storm.
For a while, she felt just nothing. She was void as a cocoon, once the young butterfly has left it, to weightlessly live its one and only day.
Then, it came. It all came at once...noises, fears, doubts, memories of fights, violent words. Raining thoughts like demon cars, hurrying to somewhere, taking the fast lane... It was the Rush Hour. And nothing, no-one, let alone Laura of Oz, could stop it.
She moaned and she bent, a shrub in a tempest; shattered
Facing the Wizard - (part two)Facing the Wizard - (part two)
That was how Laura of Oz was feeling, in that very moment. The littlest, immense moment in a lifetime space.
Weightless and unchained, her heart opened up as a flower.
But then she touched the ground - she had to - again.
A sense of slight - terrible - disappointed filled her...when she saw her friend was not there.
The Wizard read her mind, and gently said: "Don't be impatient. A flight's a flight. It's very little...it' a small thing for your heart to heal a bit. You can still know nothing about your friend's heart."
"Will i ever know?" Laura suddenly cried out.
The Wizard stood silent.
"You must know something... - Laura of Oz said - Please, please tell me how she's feeling now."
"Regardless of how deep your love is - the Wizard patiently began - you can never know all what's in one's heart. I could tell you of your friend's wounds, or tears, or even joy. But there would be..."
"...no point in telling me - Laura finished the phrase - I must
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
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"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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