fantasy fiction story in an alternative world where fictional characters have adventures faces challenges and overcome difficulties with some love story on the side where anything and everything can happen.

In a city of black death, white memoryial cloud clopped to meet me on Broad street. The city, desperately crying itself clean after the murder of Walter Wallace Jr., and I meandering toward myrrh and frankincense for a more intimate ritual. We, too fragile for this moment. The goddess uncaring, birthing. I watch water curtain split as a brown skinned white bearded sun breached. Becoming in white coat white top hat, and seated behind grey horses pulling white glass carriage carrying white coffin. The memoryial trust. This present futures sight seized my ghost as right hand clawed left breast. Prayerfully, my in-eternal child soothed itself like the sea, and conversed with moon dreamt bones. Moon-sea embraced, and my child emerged from trash ridden puddles glisteningly covered in oily rainbows.

One autumn midnight eve the moon was sending its magical silver ray to lay rest upon the face of the earth gathered three clouds upon those so driven by their own desires the first one gazed upon those dreams and with a sound full with mourning said: No, I cannot just be if not I pour in their days visions of sacred nights And fill their nights with dreams of the utmost heaven To make their imaginations like the winds blowing the peaks of the mountains And their thoughts roaring like a great storms of the oceans To elevate their soul far away from the realm of the matter And let them enter the realm of the Great Spirit.