If we go threw our universe, we come on end of it. Our eyes see it like shadow, it’s cold and slimy, but if we are enough careful, we will see…
…we will se nothing. Our eyes aren’t made to see this material; like mice can not see glass, we can’t see this material called Transparent Dust or Samíbi like human–shape being call it.
They are almost like people. Difference is just in hair and body language. It’s maybe impossible how any person can have different body language than you, but these beings called Pobabs have. When they are happy they lie down on belly, close their eyes and start to singing war songs. Their houses are like postboxes, maybe a little more round. Hierarchy is defined by number of gold hair on their head. Less gold hair somebody has, higher he is in hierarchy. If two of Pobabs have same number of gold hair is worthier these one who has shorter hair. Pobabs mustn’t ever cut their hair. Automatically are women inferior; men have hair just one meter long, but women at less five meters.
Pobabs don’t call themselves males and females, but Morícks and Lorícks; that mean: moral and less moral.
They have eaten vegetables. Fruit is poison for them. Meat is comfortable for all of them, but they mustn’t get it, something like sin. But sins are punished with death. It’s problem if you want to say sorry Umans, because you have to go on Umanen. Umans are souls of good gods, they can forgive you your sin, and they live in Umanen crater.
Umanen crater is made by comet which hit ground 14 millions years ago. But it’s guarded by souls of evil gods called Ghistues. So many Pobabs rather chose death than fighting with Ghistues.
One day was one Moríck on tomato field. In one moment he heard straight voice and than one big bag fell before him. He looked in it very carefully, and what he has seen…?
…we will se nothing. Our eyes aren’t made to see this material; like mice can not see glass, we can’t see this material called Transparent Dust or Samíbi like human–shape being call it.
They are almost like people. Difference is just in hair and body language. It’s maybe impossible how any person can have different body language than you, but these beings called Pobabs have. When they are happy they lie down on belly, close their eyes and start to singing war songs. Their houses are like postboxes, maybe a little more round. Hierarchy is defined by number of gold hair on their head. Less gold hair somebody has, higher he is in hierarchy. If two of Pobabs have same number of gold hair is worthier these one who has shorter hair. Pobabs mustn’t ever cut their hair. Automatically are women inferior; men have hair just one meter long, but women at less five meters.
Pobabs don’t call themselves males and females, but Morícks and Lorícks; that mean: moral and less moral.
They have eaten vegetables. Fruit is poison for them. Meat is comfortable for all of them, but they mustn’t get it, something like sin. But sins are punished with death. It’s problem if you want to say sorry Umans, because you have to go on Umanen. Umans are souls of good gods, they can forgive you your sin, and they live in Umanen crater.
Umanen crater is made by comet which hit ground 14 millions years ago. But it’s guarded by souls of evil gods called Ghistues. So many Pobabs rather chose death than fighting with Ghistues.
One day was one Moríck on tomato field. In one moment he heard straight voice and than one big bag fell before him. He looked in it very carefully, and what he has seen…?
The car crash changed my life. It changed so much, that i'm not even living anymore. I walk the earth as a kinderd-spirit. Dead, forever. I follow my family sometimes. At one stage they actually thought they had a mouse infestation. For the one hundredth time i'm sorry I broke your vase,Jannet. My daughter, she loves collecting china and other lovely trinkets and stuff like that. For a sixteen year old she does have a lot. But Mike on the other hand, he loves cars,wants to become a famous race car driver. I worry for him, making his dreams so young, I did too. And look where it got me! Dead in my husband's car right in front of my kids! Of course, that was many years ago. On the road to becoming a famous song writer.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do you use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do you do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do you use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do you do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Jade Adams was making her way home when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her heart skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do you turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk home together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do you like it here?"