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“Hey, have you seen my monkey?”

“No idea honey,” replied Maggie, “last time I saw it, it was when I came back from the gym.”

“The monkey has a name,” insisted Hanz. “Don’t just call it ‘it’ and expect it to treat you with respect.”

He opened the door to the back yard and went out. It was very bright outside the house, which only meant one thing, they were near a star.

“There you are.” Said Hanz.

Tiby looked at Hanz and turned his head back to his friends.

Hanz knew what to do to get Tiby’s attention.

“Come inside, I made your favourite pizza with thin crust and avocado toppings.” He said and made the gestures for pizza by drawing a circle in the air.

Tiby’s face brightened and he said goodbye to most of his friends, but hesitated to let go of Zurah’s hand. Hanz understood that such a long voyage through the multiverse was a new experience for all the monkeys they allowed in the starship. Considering, they had left their tribes back on Earth.

“It’s alright Tiby, you can bring Zurah to have some pizza as well,” he gestured clasping his hands together, “after all I made five big trays,” he opened five of his fingers.

It didn’t seem to be a very strict requirement of freshness or temperature for the pizza, not even ingredients, Tiby would burn his mouth by taking one straight from the oven or eat a cold one a day or two later.

After thinking about it and discussing with his friends, Hanz was sure that almost anything atop some firm crust would do the trick to keep his monkey happy.

He remembered how the first time he saw a monkey face to face, well, not face to face, because there was a protective glass with an electric field to prevent any casualties due to the volatile temper of some monkeys. But the first time he saw one in the flesh, he wanted to have his own.

It took some years for him to grow enough to own a licence so he could purchase a monkey. Then, there was that comet that was heading toward the Earth. Luckily they all left the planet in time. Thus, the starship contained the remaining monkeys from planet Earth, and Tiby was his.

They entered the house and got ready to eat. Hanz called Maggie and she join them.

Before they started to eat, they held hands together and offered a prayer. Hanz wasn’t sure his, or any monkey for this matter, understood the concept of a personal god who created all the creatures to its very image.

The great question was, if a god created roaches, was he or she also an almighty roach? And what about fish or birds, or so many other creature in the innumerable planets?
Therefore, unless god had a personal form for each one of the creatures he or she created along the multiverses, then there was no point of accepting such being as god.

And if god had so many forms, what stopped such god to be part of each creature?
Thus, Hanz offered a prayer to the all-pervading god for providing him and his wife with a new day around some star in the company of his dear monkey and the new female friend the monkey made.

—Memoirs of a crustaceous alien and his human friend, Tiby.
From now on I'll be uploading some writings and poems as well as the regular art I produce.
“You are a manipulative bastard.”

Jessica tried to infuse as much derision as possible with her accusation, before bursting into tears.

“I like to think of myself as an outcome engineer.” He smirked from the corner of his lip.

Jessica’s body trembled. Her eyes started to turn glossy as tears dived from them straight into her cheeks. Dark trails of eyeliner followed them. Her hands ventured to her rescue, to prevent him the satisfaction of seeing her more open, vulnerable.

Jensen held her by the golden chain belt that encircled her waist with his right hand. And pulled her closer.

“Stop it!”

“Very good Jess.” He said as his grip lessened, the gap between them widened.

“I hate you!”

“I know.”

She hated herself more for not meaning it, because it would have been so much easier to walk away with all the money. It would have been so much easier. But the manipulative bastard was right. The world didn’t belong to the cautious and weak.

“How did you know I wasn’t gonna shoot you?”

“Because the first time I kissed you, you sucked my upper lip.”

That didn’t make sense to her. What had a kiss—ten years ago—had revealed about her? After all that was the first and last time they were with each other. She could have changed so much. In fact, she did.

“Tell me the truth,” she warned him, “I still have all the bullets in my gun.”

“That is the true truth, I swear it on...”

“Don’t say it, don’t you dare say it!” Her tears turned hot on her eyes, everything became blurred.

Her gun went off.

Jensen didn’t even blink.

“Were you anticipating that as well? You, know-it-all bastard.”

“Yes,” he grinned. “That’s why I put blanks on your gun.”

Jessica slapped him with the back of her left hand. He only turned his face, unruffled.

The realisation came to her abruptly, “when did you change my bullets?” They didn’t have any interaction before the game.

“That is my secret, after all, I am an outcome engineer.”

Sirens went off in the far distance.

Jensen bent slowly, grabbed his bag with the money, and started to walk.

Jessica couldn’t stop thinking, her mind was raving in all directions, filled with questions. Why her? Why after all these years? Was he going to vanish like he did right after high school?

She followed him. Her head was against the idea, her heart was confused, her legs tried to keep up. He didn’t turn around to check if she was coming along with the bag that had all the jewels.

In a dark alley, there was a black Bugatti Veyron, she could hardly see it, but she was sure about the kind of vehicle, because the city was wallpapered with ads of the new car.

It just entered into the market, and Jensen already had one for the getaway. She thought to herself.

He shoved the bag behind the passenger sit and opened the door for her.

Jessica’s heart was racing inside her chest. The night had been thrilling. She needed that to help her get away from her otherwise monotonous life as a school teacher.

“How did you get this car?” She enquired.

“An old friend of mine has a dealership contract with the company, he had the car just sitting there gathering dust, and I had something that he wanted badly. It was a fair exchange.”

The car started, she could feel the vibrations of the engine in her upper palate. A rather pleasurable feeling invaded her body as she closed her eyes.

“We’ll be spending the night at the docks.” He said without asking her opinion.

She could tell that he planned this for a long time. Everything clicked like clockwork magic.

They took the coastline to the south. She put the gun in her purse.



***





Jensen parked inside pier twenty three, the entire area was clear.

“I hope you don't mind spending the night inside the car.” His face was serene, his voice calm.

“Tell me for how long you have been planning this.” She felt her emotions towards him change. Just a few hours ago she was about to shoot him on the table, and now she felt like finalising their unfinished business after their first kiss that night, which didn’t seem that long ago.

They were young and stupid back then. But, that didn’t mean she didn’t want him.

Surely enough, their parents would have tried to separate them, because of their religious beliefs.

If she couldn’t ask why he left, she at least had to know something else.

“What did you do all this time?”

His glim of arrogance had faded somewhat, but with her question, his jaw locked firmly for a moment.

“I had so many odd jobs, but in the end I understood that money is not for those who work hard, it belongs to those who are brave enough to take it.”

That was that same speech he delivered at the table. The part about taking something with courage.

“Did a business go wrong?”

The only thing he did was to let go of a long sigh, and she knew that the gesture meant so much to him to be put into words.

“Where did you go?”

His face lighted with joy once again.

“I travelled to so many places, I wish you could have seen some of them with me.”

They had talked about travelling together to Greece, that night of their first kiss, about walking together through the Parthenon.

“Tell me more.” She requested.

“You would have loved the ruins.” His gaze, lost in the distant, dark sky. “Also the sea, the beauty of its blue, the contrast with the white clouds and the sun reflected in its waters.”

She felt so happy that he had come back for her. Now they would be able to see that together.

“Let’s get some sleep,” he suggested, “tomorrow we have to sail.” His eyelids closed, “the ship is already on its way, it will land here at first light. I call her ‘Sweet Jess’.”

It had been an intense night, she fell asleep holding his hand.

With the first light Jessica woke up. His hand was cold. A patch of dried blood covered his entire leg. She looked at her gun. The remaining bullets were no blanks.
I dare not give her a reason to think I am the least bit afraid. Holding the pendant, I walk towards her.
“Dianna, where have you been?” I ask her, Sebastian’s immobile body is no longer oozing blood from the cut on his throat.
“It was all so strange at the beginning.” She turns her head to the dagger on her hand, standing on top of Sebastian, a drop of blood dangles off of the pointy end and hesitates to dive into the ground.
I am now in front of her, I lean forward and encircle my arms around my sister. She hugs me back. All I wanted was to see her, now that I have, I am prepared to die if I have to.
I close my eyes and start to cry. Relief? Fear? Happiness? I have no way to tell which one it is, of if it is a combination.
“We have to hurry,” Dianna says while leaning to kiss my forehead, “you have to trust me.”
I open my eyes and slowly let go. I look up and see tears in her eyes.
“It is okay,” she repeats over and over in a light and soft voice, like she used to when we played and a child got hurt or scratched a knee. I wonder what she has seen, all these years. She feels to me so much more mature, I can see dad’s presence in her.
“Okay, we need to hurry.” Her voice brought me back to the present. “Once the portal is opened and used by a single person, it closes immediately right after, but since this imbecile,” her eyes refuse to look at the unmoving body. “Since he used your pendant, the portal is still open, but we must hurry.”
She might have noticed my confusion. But she didn’t stress on it, rather, she held my hands. I felt her warmth radiate to the crystal in the pendant, and the pendant pulse in response.
“I’ll tell you later, you need to trust me. Do you trust me?”
I don’t quite follow her, but I nod in confirmation.
“Mary, you must do exactly whatever he did to teleport me here, we need to use the signature trail of the portal and we shall be outa here in no time.”
I felt a shock, because he did many things to open the portal.
“You have to believe in yourself.” Her smile gives me confidence. She finishes to clean her dagger with a piece of cloth, and slides it inside her sleeve.
I open the control panel and insert the crystal pendant. Then I turn the first dial, and I remember the order for the next and the one after. I place my hand on the screen and it lights up, there are a few options, I look up to Dianna, “I don’t know which option to choose.”
She considers for a moment, “use any of the ones that are blue.”
One reads ‘Alpha Manda’, I press it. The screen blinks and asks for confirmation, I press ‘Okay’ and a timer starts the countdown: ten, nine, eight...
“Hurry, come over fast!”
I look at the pendant. It was given to me, my only gift, my only remaining possession, the last thing that was keeping me connected with mum and dad.
“Leave it there, or the portal will close before you can enter.” Says Dianna.
I walk toward her.
She holds my hand, and we climb the three steps to the platform behind the glass cylinder.
The platform starts shooting lightenings from its base upwards. I hold tighter Dianna’s hand.
The humming of each particle of light makes the hair of my body stand to an end. Soon I cannot see anything other than blue light, bright and cooling. Then a white flash.
Dianna and I are standing in a park.
She looks at me, “let’s go and find some clothes so we can blend with the people of this Earth.”
The sun looks like I remember our sun. The sky is becoming brighter, it must be early morning. Things look very familiar, but at the same time some are quite new to me.
Dianna guides me. We enter into a big mall, there are a couple of people, but they don’t pay any attention to us. She turns her direction and I’m yanked by my wrist. It is still sore from the zip ties Sebastian put on me before the kidnap to get me to use the pendant for the portal.
We enter a store, a beep sounds and a floating, metallic sphere descends from the ceiling.
“Welcome, may I be of any assistance?” The voice sounds like a robot, and knows English, “Please don’t hesitate to summon me, my name is Thur.” It continues to orbit, and Dianna thanks it, then it hovers above us, back to the ceiling.
She takes me to a section with cloth my size. Tells me to try some things, and goes to the adult section.
I try a couple of dresses, but I don’t feel satisfied. The fabric is a bit stiff.
She returns.
“Hurry up, I want to tell you so much about so many things.”
I take the white dress and go into a changing cubicle. There are mirrors and a washing sink. A towel is hanging from a hook. So I wash my face, I had no idea it was so dirty, but the water came down almost black.
I take off my dirty old clothes and use a small towel to wash some of the marks and spots from my body. Once I feel cleaner than I had in years, I put the new dress on and come out of the cubicle.
“Mary, you look great, bring your old clothes and put them in this bag.”
I do as told and she calls Thur, the talking sphere comes and a small metallic hook appears from underneath, Dianna places the bag with the old clothes there and the sphere is gone.
“Aren’t you going to pay for this?” I ask, this looks to me like theft.
“From all the Earths I have travelled to, ours is the only one that uses money, all the others exchange goods, knowledge and services.”
My mouth opens. Then I realise why she didn’t want Sebastian to have access to the portal, because he would have used it to ransack as many Earths as possible. He had proposed to her, but that was a different Sebastian, that was before the alien invasion and the following wars.
We walk out of the store and sit on a bench in front of a waterfall.
“Ask me anything.”
I have to think for a moment. “Where did the aliens take you?”
“I ended up in an Earth within a Universe categorised by them as green. Remember the colours on the touch screen?”
I nod.
“That was an Earth during the time of the renaissance. They had already portals and far more advanced technology than in our timeline. There, I learned about so many things. When I arrived the major of the city invited me into his home, he was interested in our Earth. I told him all about it, or at least, as much as I remembered.”
“And what happened to the aliens?”
“I didn’t communicate with them, or should I say instead that they didn’t communicate with me. I was so afraid, but in the mother shit they placed me in a glass cell. There were so many other humans in the rest of the cells. One told me that for what he had seen, the aliens wanted simply to move the humans so we could tell the inhabitants of the other parallel universes our history. At least, this was his theory.”
“And from that old Earth, did you go somewhere else?”
“Well, after a year or so I asked the major if I could go to another Earth, and he was happy to help me. He contacted the aliens, and they sent me to a yellow code Earth. In that Earth I landed in a timeline in which the official language was Khoisan and took me six months to learn enough to communicate. With them I learned a lot about nature in the five years I spent there. They had so many forests and lived in harmony. They named their God to the first person the aliens sent there, he came from a more advanced Earth and gave them technology to create very advanced ecocities and also taught them how to protect themselves, with their knowledge of plants and elements, they created fighting whistles that made any angry person fall asleep, that is how they avoided any wars since his arrival. They called him Mjemboerose.”
“Where else did you go?”
“From there I went to a white category Earth,” she falls silent for a moment. “That Earth was just a few years ahead of ours. In that Earth I saw what Sebastian had done, he lead hordes of scavengers to other worlds.” As tears appear in her eyes I understand why she killed him.
  • Listening to: Mono
  • Reading: The Codex of Desire
  • Watching: GoT
  • Playing: Strata
  • Eating: Patanjali Biscuits
  • Drinking: Mountain Dew

“Do not follow me,” I said sharply, “didn’t you have enough already?” I continued to speak, preventing him to say anything else as I turned to walk away from the veranda.

“All I was saying is that I’d like to invite you to visit my garden.” He pleaded.

I made an abrupt halt, and while maintaining my face forward, I bent my arm, with my hand near my shoulder, I gave him the finger.

“Please Elena,” he insisted, “reconsider my invitation.”

He had been proposing to me ever since I moved with my family to this town. It was awkward at the beginning. Having this skinny boy with bottle glasses and marked face chasing me all over. The other boys called him four-eyes-pogo, because he also had a large head in comparison to his malnourished body.

Having him as my second shadow was a nightmare from which I wouldn’t wake up, no matter how hard I pinched my forearm.

He lived down street, so it was easy for him to see me come out of my house and tag along to school. On our way back I tried to spend as much extracurricular time at the library to avoid going home with him. But it seldom worked out.

Then came college, and I made sure to hang around the tough boys from the rugby team. Since I was very thin and everyone praised my eyes and hair, I easily became the cheering leader.

At times I felt bad that the boys would beat my stalker to a pulp. I had thought that after the first lesson he would have understood that I wasn’t interested and find a life of his own.

But Andre was quite the persistent one. Every day at least one of my bodyguards would shove him away for being anywhere near me, which meant anywhere on sight.

I tried to forget all about him when I moved out of our town to pursue my career of acting. Karla insisted to put a restriction order and get the police involved. But, he never did anything to me. He just asked me to be his girlfriend and when I rejected him, he said that he would always be nearby if I needed anything.

Karla used to make fun of him with the other pretty girls. They would mock his way of walking and pretend to be blind and trip on imaginary rocks.

Then I became successful in the big city, had a few marriages and children. But as soon as they were all grown, or grew tired of me, they left. My career didn’t hold much after that, because the directors wanted younger actresses, who’d show their intimate parts for one-thousand dollars the shot.

I remained with my flawless face and impeccable smile, but it just wasn't enough, and the competition had increased dramatically. Besides, these younger actresses lacked any sense of self-respect, they would sleep with any director who’d give them a part in front a camera.

My income and savings reduced, so I had to make a choice, and I returned to my old town. And like a faithful dog, he had been bringing flowers religiously and placing them outside my veranda, every day.

I came to know the details about this from Karla the very same afternoon I arrived.

The next morning, he came with the flowers. Placed them outside my veranda, and I saw him. This mature man with silver hair and soft, sky-blue eyes, my heart skipped a beat, someone inside me ached to be with him. I didn’t think he would develop such presence.

Andre saw me seeing him. I couldn’t hide or pretend I hadn’t noticed him. I had to face him.

He smiled and all I could think was ‘Oh shit’.

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Favourite genre of music: Metal, Hardcore, Ambient, World, Bhajan, Clasical, Psy-Trance.
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Quote: "Beauty is to recognize how full of Love you are. Sensuality is to let some of that Love shine through your body."~Nityananda Das
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  • Listening to: Mono
  • Reading: The Codex of Desire
  • Watching: GoT
  • Playing: Strata
  • Eating: Patanjali Biscuits
  • Drinking: Mountain Dew

“Do not follow me,” I said sharply, “didn’t you have enough already?” I continued to speak, preventing him to say anything else as I turned to walk away from the veranda.

“All I was saying is that I’d like to invite you to visit my garden.” He pleaded.

I made an abrupt halt, and while maintaining my face forward, I bent my arm, with my hand near my shoulder, I gave him the finger.

“Please Elena,” he insisted, “reconsider my invitation.”

He had been proposing to me ever since I moved with my family to this town. It was awkward at the beginning. Having this skinny boy with bottle glasses and marked face chasing me all over. The other boys called him four-eyes-pogo, because he also had a large head in comparison to his malnourished body.

Having him as my second shadow was a nightmare from which I wouldn’t wake up, no matter how hard I pinched my forearm.

He lived down street, so it was easy for him to see me come out of my house and tag along to school. On our way back I tried to spend as much extracurricular time at the library to avoid going home with him. But it seldom worked out.

Then came college, and I made sure to hang around the tough boys from the rugby team. Since I was very thin and everyone praised my eyes and hair, I easily became the cheering leader.

At times I felt bad that the boys would beat my stalker to a pulp. I had thought that after the first lesson he would have understood that I wasn’t interested and find a life of his own.

But Andre was quite the persistent one. Every day at least one of my bodyguards would shove him away for being anywhere near me, which meant anywhere on sight.

I tried to forget all about him when I moved out of our town to pursue my career of acting. Karla insisted to put a restriction order and get the police involved. But, he never did anything to me. He just asked me to be his girlfriend and when I rejected him, he said that he would always be nearby if I needed anything.

Karla used to make fun of him with the other pretty girls. They would mock his way of walking and pretend to be blind and trip on imaginary rocks.

Then I became successful in the big city, had a few marriages and children. But as soon as they were all grown, or grew tired of me, they left. My career didn’t hold much after that, because the directors wanted younger actresses, who’d show their intimate parts for one-thousand dollars the shot.

I remained with my flawless face and impeccable smile, but it just wasn't enough, and the competition had increased dramatically. Besides, these younger actresses lacked any sense of self-respect, they would sleep with any director who’d give them a part in front a camera.

My income and savings reduced, so I had to make a choice, and I returned to my old town. And like a faithful dog, he had been bringing flowers religiously and placing them outside my veranda, every day.

I came to know the details about this from Karla the very same afternoon I arrived.

The next morning, he came with the flowers. Placed them outside my veranda, and I saw him. This mature man with silver hair and soft, sky-blue eyes, my heart skipped a beat, someone inside me ached to be with him. I didn’t think he would develop such presence.

Andre saw me seeing him. I couldn’t hide or pretend I hadn’t noticed him. I had to face him.

He smiled and all I could think was ‘Oh shit’.

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