Alliana left me and turned to a real monster. She turned into a dragoness and a goddess that the Venzemenans worshipped. My babe was now called a monster, what a shame on my side!


    For me, I’d say, it’s well.


    On a Tuesday, I was speaking with ady when I got a call. It was ra and in a jiffy, another call came through, that one was Alliana. Whose call was I going to take?


    Well, I decided to take ra’s. I respected her so much that I had to snub the other – Alliana, the unloving queen. Let’s leave the Queen and answer the spinster.


    “Hello.” I called.


    “How are you doing, baby?” ra greeted.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    “I’m fine, why are you calling me by this time. I already told you that I’m busy on Tuesdays. Why are you even phoning my line at all?” I asked in wonder.


    “Why can’t I call my love…?”


    “What did you just say?” I cut in bluntly.


    “I said why can’t I talk with my lover?” She repeated.


    “Gosh…. You know what? Please, call me at 7pm tomorrow.” I told her.


    “Alright dear, so, take care.” She ended the call by throwing a kiss, as if she was with me.


    I never loved speaking with her actually. Those times I argued with her, it was because of my health. I wouldn’t want to ignore people in that situation. I normally don’t have an interest in strife or anything unhealthy.


    As I told her, I was always busy on Tuesdays; I carried some loads and parcels in my Venza car to a nearbypany. The ce was called Aeris Drives as it was an arena for the sale of both mechanical, electrical, chemical and sr cars, trucks, lorries, motorbikes, bicycles, toycars, buses, trains, aerones (aeros and helis). There was a time I sold a 10 million dor Prado Jeep for Alliana, but I gave her only 5 million dors even though she wasn’t grateful. All she said was that I was only cheating myself and as well, shortening the ratio of thepany. Anything for my love.


    Now, she’s gone!


    Twenty minutester, I sat on a reddish pavement where my ss guitar was. I thought of ying it with my feet, just like my ex. “Someone you Loved” came to mind again and I was about singing when I heard a noise from my back. Who could that be?


    I looked back to check where the shout was actually springing from. It was from the ghost whites. They were so hungry and were munching my fellow humans like fish. Why were they around by this moment? This is early June, for God’s sake.


    It was a giant ghost white that had been in my room for years, but I just noticed that on my wall. I had always thought it was a white paint!


    “If I lived with a ghost, I would be able to fight a ghost and, if I had existed around a ghost, I could beat a ghost!” I assured myself and braced up, to approach those ghost whites.


    Before I knew it, one rushed and bumped on my head and was quickly scrapping my hair, as if it was a barber. I blew his face with my elbow as it fell off me. It rolled on the floor for like thirty-five minutes. Then, I was already running away for my dear life.


    “What’s your name?” Another which was chasing me, questioned with acute fury.


    “You don’t need to know, fool” I retorted and increased my speed until I finally reached a cliff. I had to pause and look downwards to know whether I was seeing a real cliff or, I was in a race fantasy.


    Not fantasy, I was in the real world!


    “That’s all we need from you, as we are” the ghost white talked again. Now, he was facing me as its face was lubricated with a liquidish frown. It was closer to me than before. I never had such an encounter before, that a monster would be that proximal to my side. I hated their scent and smell. Because, all monsters or abnormal beings and even aliens smelt like dead snails.


    So, I quickly decided to jump off. What if I died after? What if? I asked what if?


    Just, what if? I flew over or jumped off. The ghost white opened its mouth wide and moved to the spot where I was, before I crossed over down the cliff. It hissed and turned back. Nobody ever knew I was just an inch down the cliff. I never was down and neither was I around the mountain range. It was a thick green rope that bound my two hands and held my legs with a hook. It was now clear to me that the mountain side was reserved for the ghost horses and monster donkeys.


    The powerless me was only bending under the cliff. It was very funny to me that I had to beughing profusely and prickly.


    I lifted my left hand over my head to see if the ghost white was still there. Wow, I saw thousands of them armed and angry. Now, I remembered the novel I read a century ago: Armed and Angry. The novel was written online by a professor and a preacher called Coldier.


    Coldier was a man who evangelized about some being called Jesus. He imed that the being had very strange and divine superhuman powers inside of him. And, he always added that, the being was born to save real human beings from the ghosts, demons, beast’s, lesbian wild dogs, Venzemenan foxes, monsters, dinosaurs, Satan bulls, blue flies, predators, Giants, demonic dwarfs and strange fantasies. I didn’t take myself as one with offence. To me, I never was a sinner so, who was this Jesus that Coldier was hailing that much?


    Also, I never knew I was close to the mouth of a dinosaur! My feet were on the beast’s fleshy and gummy tongue. What an easy way to be devoured!


    “It’s time for the War of The Rings….” I managed to hear the ghost whites holler. I also remembered that fantasy novel by same Coldier called: War of The Rings. Howe these ghost whites were speaking my mind?


    “ording to our deceased Lord and King, we are reading the Fettered Lion and My Green Bees….” They shouted, again.


    Those were stories I read from Coldier. That man was indeed a trail zer in the field of Literature, religion, education and experience. He performed some miracles which we deemed as magic. He countered whatever powers he met with, that opposed that of his Jesus.


    The Fettered Lion told the story of how a lion was tied under a cliff and was looking around for an easy way of escape – the easiest way. Also, My Green Bee narrated the experience of a lewddy that was so loved by everyone in the city. Thedy was often dressed in green and grey and was also referred to as a bee, ording to her stunning and ring beauty. It was a rainy day when thedy flew over a cliffside and was hanged by a thick wiry rope which burned her to death. Butter, she reincarnated as an enormous bee.


    What wonder was being discovered and more was to it!


    “Maybe too many secrets could seize my calm, and since Alliana is gone, I am fated to be lonely… Is that it?” I said to myself.