A New Defiance Part II: A Defiant Sorrow

Edited By Michael Mercado

It was a different type of darkness that befell the horse and his 2 travelers that night. After an hour of trekking through the thick undergrowth and over small streams, Aramis came to a halt at the entrance of a recessed cavern well hidden along the side of a large mountain. The ride was exhausting for the massive Clydesdale, so Lucifer led him to a small pond near the mountain to refresh his stamina. He pruned him and rubbed behind his ears, talking to him in an unfamiliar language. "De le-ek mae, A-ae-Mis, De le-ek mae." Lucifer paused, continuing to soothe the horse. "Shuzn nae mae, ma ek-meddie." Eve overheard this delightful sound from the mouth of Lucifer and asked him what he was saying, and what it meant. Lucifer looked up to her and smiled.

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A New Defiance Part 1: A Defiant Beginning:

Edited by Michael Mercado

It was lush; where the forest and the waters ran into infinity. The winds hummed through the wheat grass and the tall conifers sung their most secret of songs. The temperature always felt perfect and the salted earth always felt sound and solid. Harmony, so it’s been called. The flora and fauna harmonized with the changing seasons and the circle of life was in balance. Every living life force connected in some spiritual way. The sky would change color based on the temperament and emotion of the living creatures. We embraced and celebrated the perfect unions that involved the weather and growth of our Eden. Change was something that had never crossed our minds, as the the days came and went exactly as planned. We became accustomed to the normalcy which was our life without complication; when we were hungry we ate, when tired we slept. We would hunt and gather and prune the most fruitful of trees. It was a very predictable and content society, and everything was as it should be...or so we thought.

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Pogo: The story of the last unicorn.

It was always assumed that I was mythical, even fantasy. The world has changed since my time here on this soiled planet. I remember forest of evergreens and the gentle songs they would sing. I can recall the streams that ran crystal blue. The wild flowers that wanted nothing more then to be appreciated. The mountains with their many changing mood colors, and the way they would grow in anticipation for the falling snow at winter time. A time where seasons lasted as long or as short as you wanted them too. A time when innocence couldn't be lost and death was never final. A time when our earth was the center of the universe. Before science, religion and politics shaped our landscape and brainwashed us with social acceptance. Our primitive thought process was so forlorn to judge the would be wicked and cut down the uniqueness of this world with blinded ignorance...

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Illustration Credit: Andrew Jones

Fate & Destiny

At a single glance, a single dart toward the heart, a lasting feeling that takes your breath away every time you think of her that first time. For some, a trivial and emotional roller-coaster ride. For others, a confusing mindset that splits the heart in two. One path leads to a planned, content and civilized home. The other, a blind voyage into the unknown and the only thing that is clear is the way you feel for each other. I can still remember those mental pictures snapped in my head from our outings together, those gentle eyes gazing at me and the way her hair was a batch of organized chaos. If fate had a role in this, then destiny had to play catch-up...

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Security In A Canadian Couch

It was always there to be one of the securities in my life. I always gave thought to the normalcy of children my age with their security blankets and pillows, but nothing every took. I wanted so much to use something more efficient, something more controllable. Life had always took me to the reminiscent familiar feeling and comfort of my special place. Where I could be a kid again and life and worry weren't part of the mediocrity,...

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Jack O' Lantern Swing Set

I guess I never gave thought to who I was or what I was saying, or why I was saying it. I never gave a shit about most things that came my way. Life is criminal, it's an injunction on the realm of the dead. Foolish mortals. Have I become so evaded to the consequence of time that I forget my own being. Lost is this world I live in... and fuck, I created it. I guess I have no one to blame, or one thing to blame. Or maybe I can do the usual and blame the parents, or the environment I grew up in. I can stand and protest to confess that I, a white man, living in a white world with white walls am a product of my environment.

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