Garden of Dreams:
This, dearest reader, is the story of a young boy named Orlando. Unfortunately he was kidnapped by a ferocious demon named Sevinshi, Four days after his wedding, but that's a different story that you shall know soon enough! The only record we have left of this experience of fantasy is a solitary diary, kept in a small comp. book. And still, who better to tell the story of this young boy, but Orlando himself? Just imagine a wrinkled old man, in a pale blue Bruce Springsteen shirt and sweat pants, sitting in an armchair with an elegant bookshelf flowing with forgotten lore articulating to you a tale of his childhood in a low hollow voice:
"In 1964 I was only six years old, but my grandmamma needed some eggs, her book club was full of nit-picky old ladies who just drank tea and talked dryly about the weather, architecture and other amazingly boring topics. She needed eggs, but the main reason I went out was to escape the incessant chattering of topics, just to keep up appearances among each other. "The longer the way I took, the longer it'd take!" I thought to my self as I walked along the railroad track, the wind blowing dust in my face consistently, just wouldn't do! I jumped off and
Proceeded on the other side. The sky was fading from a clear blue oceanic celestial spiral, to an ominous black abyss above, yet I forged on I'd rather explore in the darkness than be bored at home in the lights. "Oh I wish I could fly away, Mama's gone, and I have no one to love aside from grandmamma, New York is the real place for me, but who knows I might see something spectacular, here!" I thought as I trudged on sleepily. I was young and the thought never even crossed my mind that ol' grandmamma might've been worrying, which she was. So as the dim orange streetlights flickered on I proceeded to the dreaded Mallard Hollow! All the children in town were warned since birth not to go there, but I was young and ignorant, with a false sense of bravery. In all honesty, though, I was cold, hungry, and worried, not a great combination, if you ask me! I passed all the supposed hangouts of great mobsters, it was the heart of the criminal underworld, yet all I was thinking was: "Boy, I wish I had a grilled cheese sandwich!" "Badlands woo-woo-woo!" I hummed, trying to distract my over-reacting imagination from the group of mean looking old men. One had a violin-case; I hoped to discuss music with him, yet I had a sneaky suspicion that inside the case wasn't an instrument of music, but of violence! Mallard Hollow was no place for a six-year-old, lost and alone! I needed sleep, even if it was at grandmamma's noisy house; at least it's safe! I turned back and began to walk, and saw the trees closing in behind me on either side. Too late now, I'd just sleep in Mallard Hollow, what's the worst that could happen? I went to a small diner and used the money for eggs to buy 3 buttermilk pancakes a milk and a bribe to charm "Eliza" the red-headed drab looking waitress in the whole baby-blue and angora-pink attire. She had a little room next to the kitchen with a photo of a little boy she called sonny, despite no similarities in appearance. There was a little art-Nuevo couch and an Aztec blanket, which she turned into a bed. As far as I knew she never slept, just waited at the counter writing articulately in a child's diary with polar bears, penguins and walruses. Needless to say she was the most hospitable person I've ever met! I bid her farewell and began to walk back home, fearing the lecture I would get from old grandmamma. In the sunlight the forest was alive with animal symphonies and common magic. Then out of the blue a haunting voice called out to me: "Come, child, and I shall make your dreams come true!" I followed the voice to see in the valley a gypsy veiled in black lacy scarves, with golden rings falling from her ears. When I saw her I felt the eerie presence of royalty. "Do you wish for your fate to become known to you child?" she asked me. I tried my hardest to say something witty, replying, "Yes, and I thank you for your company and light in this dark forest!" I trusted my gut in that she was most likely renowned somewhere! She pulled out a match and a canteen; the match sparked and she drank from the canteen of unknown substance, She blew the flame to oblivion as shimmering red smoke surrounded the two of us! I must've blacked out, for when I opened my eyes once again I was in a different dimension soft cushy brown ground supported me and long green columns shot up sporadically throughout the land. As I looked up to see the clear blue sky limitless and awe-inspiring millions of miles above. "Where was I? How did I get here? Would I ever get home?" Many questions marinated in my head searching for answers until a dark shadow formed in front of me. A bloody monster! It had a long segmented body with long scary antennae, it chased me really swiftly and it's hundred legs waved propelling the demon forward as it's sharp clasping jaws bit at me as I cried and screamed and ran for my life! It was an enormous centipede and it was coming to get me! Someone shoved me onto one of the pillars, which sprang me behind the vamperic serpent as it grasped at my unknown savior! Her voice cried out in dismay as she flung a thorned stick into its exoskeleton. She flew off of it and grabbed me up by my forearm. She covered my eyes and threw me down into something soft. I thought it was all a dream and tried to sleep solely to wake up but my theory proved wrong as I awoke to an ocean of night dotted with stars like floating white candles! I had never seen the sky so clearly before! "Hello, hello?" I called out hoping to meet my rescuer
yet no one answered. I brushed away shrubbery and leaves from where I was sitting and saw three beautiful women. They were dressed in organic threads yet hardly wearing anything! Just like the most beautiful of hippies! "Hello gals
um: madams?" They all looked at me. "W-who ARE you?" I asked in dismay as they reveled protruding butterfly wings. "Why honey we are the former butterfly princesses and supreme rulers of this forest, love!" Stated the one named Morgan. "Silence!" shouted a blue fairy wrapped in darkly painted red roses. "
The human child is mine!" She was the wisest and current butterfly princes, or at least that is what Juliette, another butterfly princess in gilly-flowers, had told me. " It beith luna-fest, celebration is in store!" She shouted slamming her staff of magnolia to the floor drawing the attention of her clan.