March of the Cybrids-Ch 11

“The new world is as yet behind the veil of destiny in my eyes; however, its dawn has been unveiled” ― Muhammad Iqbal

MOTC-11b

New Dawn

He sat at the table in the restaurant where he first met Gloria. Memories of her playful sultriness crept in his mind. Peter thought about how she played her part as his waitress and later moaned under the weight of his passion. He missed her clutching his back and locking herself to him with her legs as he lost himself in her embrace.  Peter wondered how duty and devotion came to mean so much that she would throw her life away. Continue reading “March of the Cybrids-Ch 11”

March of the Cybrids-Ch 10

“Heresy is the eternal dawn, the morning star, the glittering herald of the day. Heresy is the last and best thought. It is the perpetual New World, the unknown sea, toward which the brave all sail. It is the eternal horizon of progress. ― Robert G. Ingersoll, Heretics and Heresies: From ‘The Gods and Other Lectures’

MOTC-10b

 

Heresy

The nurse studied the health monitor at the foot of the Dragon Creche and looked at the figure under the glass bubble. She felt a flash of anger thinking about the Cybrid getting the best care the Dragons could provide. The Cybrid rested peacefully while one of her Dragon sisters lay in a basement room secreted away in isolation like a lab rat with the plague. Continue reading “March of the Cybrids-Ch 10”

March of the Cybrids-Ch 9

“You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

MOTC-10
Red Dress by Andre Kohn

 

Crescendo

The orchestra captivated her.  Music was a language all its own and Mariah understood it. As the symphony spoke to her in whispers and emotional shouts, she dreamed of living in the age of romanticism.  She saw herself in a studio as her artist labored to the flourish of the maestro’s baton. Mariah imagined her likeness on canvas in flowing strokes of Pianississimo and bold dashes of Fortissimo. Continue reading “March of the Cybrids-Ch 9”

March of the Cybrids-Ch 8

“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.” ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

symphony II

 

Symphony

Alexa gathered Mariah’s hair from around her face with her fingers and ran the brush through her hair.  They sat on the floor, silk robes flowing loose over their fresh skin in pleats. Alexa’s smooth strokes of the brush soothed Mariah’s anxious heart as she held out her fingers and blew on them to let the French tips dry on her nails. Continue reading “March of the Cybrids-Ch 8”

March of the Cybrids-Ch 7

“Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.” ― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

MOTC-7a

 

Acceptance

Mariah never grew tired of looking out the glass wall of Alexa’s waiting room.  The view from the window filled her mind with dreams as she looked out over the ocean. On the horizon, clouds lifted from the water and raced overhead on their way inland.  Waves rolled on shore and seemed to come toward her like the movies where lovers run to each other’s arms. The scene gave her a sense of flight and freedom. Continue reading “March of the Cybrids-Ch 7”

March of the Cybrids-Ch 6

“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” ― C.G. Jung

introspection

Awaken the Cybrids

The blue skies painted a mesmerizing backdrop for clouds billowing up over the bluff by the sea. The sound of surf and stone in an ageless rhythm soothed the two most powerful women in the Black Dragon Society. The women conversed in the garden seated next to each other on the wrought iron love seat. Their conversation was unhurried in a laconic tone without inflection. Continue reading “March of the Cybrids-Ch 6”

March of the Cybrids-Ch 5

“The faintest cry is loosened from her in a lucid expression that does announce her bestirring itch. Over and under each other’s lips, we now find ourselves in each other’s recalescent and inundated Elysium. Our hips move in a natural sequence that gives sentience to the repressed soul.” ― Luccini Shurod, The Painter

MOTC-5

The Shore of Elysium

Shimmering eyes took in the man across the table. The waitress arrived with their meal. Gloria reached around Peter’s side and placed a dish in front of him. She touched his shoulder with her other hand as she brushed against him. Silk and soft skin brought memories of Gloria’s attention from other days back to Peter as he looked down to avoid Mariah’s questioning look. Continue reading “March of the Cybrids-Ch 5”

March of the Cybrids-Ch 4

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” ― John Keats, Endymion

MOTC-4a

 

Endymion

Mariah sat in a chair in the reading section of the old library with the works of the English poet, John Keats. She found herself absorbed in the study of his poem, Endymion.  She loved the thought of Hyperion’s daughter, Selene, Goddess of the moon, falling in love with the young shepherd, Endymion. Keats called her Cynthia. She loved Keats’ romantic retelling of the old Greek myth. Continue reading “March of the Cybrids-Ch 4”

March of the Cybrids-Ch 2

Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is.”  ― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

MOTC-2

 

Spark of Life

The view through the wall of glass eclipsed the silence in the room. Overlooking the Bay, high on the bluffs, Mariah felt in the clouds for a moment. Gulls drifted on the thermal currents along the bluff as white-capped waves ran in long lines up on the shore. Ambling winds hurried to push the clouds over the land, their shadows subduing the light that danced through the seams. Continue reading “March of the Cybrids-Ch 2”