DAY 3, Part 3... I hope you all enjoy it.... Today's stories are a bit longer, so beacuse of that, they don't have so many pictures :D
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Still, as any good story we need a beginning, so here it goes...It was dark and gloomy night, rain poured over the windows of a rather small grey cabinet, while all of a sudden a LIGHTNING strikes!!! KRRRG... It shows the face of @faustus76 ! Smiling madly, he reads a book that was never written before.As soon as he lay his eyes on the second page, the story revealed to him. He was the author and the creator of a rather strange world.
Melinda was rather strange lady, she had friends, she was a good neighbor, yet something about her was very peculiar. Her garden was often picked as the most beautiful in Paradise Valley, yet it was almost always in gothic style. She often explained: “People do not actually understand the world because they are making a grotesque out of it”. By that she meant that they are altering everything beautiful into caricature and into a topic to ridicule. @melinda010100 had a silver necklace around her neck from the day she was born. She once sought the number indicating that it is legit silver (925), yet such thing was never engraved in this necklace, oppose to that number, there stood number 010100. Throughout her life she search for meaning of this number and nothing could be discovered. Still, years passed and she forgot about the number. One morning she made her favorite, earl gray tea with fresh milk, she sat in her chair and she admired her bookshelf and all of a sudden, she noticed something odd about the horizontal order of the books, she noticed numbers on the book’s covers… book one, (0)Dante Alighieri- Divine Comedy, book two (1) Shakespeare’s sonnets, book three (0) Edgar Allan Poe- The Black Cat, book four (1) John Milton-Paradise Lost, book five (0,0) Emily Dickinson’s poetry… She removed the books from shelf and there she found cryptex with 6 rows, with 6 rolls, with 6 numbers. She started turning and she knew that the combination must be right or cryptex will release ink and destroy message inside it… She carefully turned 0- 1 -0 -1 -0 -0, and the cryptex opened!!! There she found long lost paper which proves that she is the owner of the house 221b Baker Street, Londnon, England. She was the last living heir of Sherlock Holmes.
2. @hazem91
Once upon a time, there was a huge desert called Dune, in that desert, there was a small town, in the small town, there lived a wife and a husband. One day, mother was in labor and in great pain. She felt as if the life is leaving her body and her boy might not survive. She cried to havens, beginning the mighty God Ra to save her child. Ra, God of the Sun, sent sunbeams to cure mother and her child. Yet, Ra did something far greater to the child then just curing it. Ra gave this child intellect beyond human abilities. The child was named @hazem91 , yet as he grew he earned unexplainable nickname Icarus. As @hazem91 grew older and older, he realized how smart he was, he started learning about science, trigonometry, astrology, literature, poetry and many more. Though a smart boy, he always felt unexplainable desire to understand life and the thing that gives us life, the mighty star, The Sun! He understood that he needed to be closer to The Sun in order to understand it. So Icarus (@hazem91) started thinking how to get closer. He managed to build mechanical wings and he wanted to fly closer to the Sun. First flight was successful, second also, yet young Icarus did not realize that each time he flew, he was closer and closer to The Sun, until he flew too close… His wings were burnt by beams of light and he fell hard on the ground. Icarus died and met his savior Ra. @hazem91: Why did you cure me only to kill me, Ra, almighty? Ra spoke: I cured your body, my child, but you poisoned your mind with the idea of becoming God.
3. @cyrilperry
There once was young artist and a good friend of Methodius, named Cyril. He was a true heir of Saint Cyril and thus he grew circled with books about philosophy, philology, theology, psychology, art etc. He grew into painter, everyone admired his paintings. People used to say that his paintings are so remarkable and that they look so vivid. No one actually knew that the brush that he actually uses holds magic in it. One day, @cyrilperry decided to do a self portrait, he created the almost identical face on canvas, he looked at it and actually got scared how alike the picture and he actually were, so he started changing it… He started changing the color of eyes from brown to blue. He changed hair for brown to red with several white lines. Instead of beard he colored it in such manner that the image now looked 30 years younger. Several times, he was almost certain that the image had winked at him. Finally, driven mad, he took his canvas and he stood in front of mirror. There he realized that all of the changes occurred to him actually and the painting remained as the mirroring image of his older version. He saw all the things he wanted to change in his last 20 years of life and now, with new look, new age and enlightenment he could actually change his life,… No longer was he a book worm, he decided to become a traveler… He packed his things and never returned home and the only art he did was a tattoo on his heart “Carpe Diem”.
Hundred years ago, a soul has been born without a body. It wondered earth in search of its home. The soul searched and searched, but each body already contained one soul. Imagine that, hundred years of silence, of absence from reality, no voice, no eyes, just wondering the world in constant search of salvation. One day the soul went into a tree, it realized that it can live inside of it as a form of life. Thus, the tree as it can, lived for hundred more years. Now, the soul was still sad, now it could sense, yet it could not hear, speak or see… The tree died and the worms ate its final fruit. Now the soul lived inside of a worm, it could feel, it could smell, still the soul was unhappy since it cannot speak, hear or have feelings. The worm was caught by a fisherman and it was used as bait for fish. The worm died and the fish ate its body. Now the soul lived inside the fish! As a fish, soul could finally see, smell, hear and taste, yet it did not have any feelings. As a fish it saw the most amazing things, the deep secrets of the ocean, mystical corals, starfish, etc. Still, the soul wanted more. One day, the fish realized that it was not in ocean but in aquarium, since her memory lasts only for five seconds, she constantly looked at the picture of ocean and fishes that stood beside this aquarium. The man decided to eat a fish, so he killed it, he offered this fish to his wife, and they both ate it. Now the soul split in half did not only feel love between a man and woman, she bounded the two for eternity, since they both had a half of the wondering soul. The couple lived for many years and the soul finally realized, though split in half, it was the most satisfied and happy soul that could be alive.
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