L I B R A R Y

Everything was fine at first. Things were going real well. Life held magic for me. The skies and their continuing change of cloud patterns always had me awed. Colors always fascinated me. Nature and its many mysteries strengthened me.
 
School was an enjoyment for me. Education and the accumulation of knowledge tickled my brain leaving me hungry for more. Travels on the metro bus were always an adventure for me. I was fascinated by the many sights and sounds that grabbed my attention and not many things could do that, not even people.
 
Perfection pleased me and time was natural thing to me. Home was paradise, plain and simple. Grandma’ treated me like a prince.  When a day was over, I would look forward for the bright and shiny sunlight to invade my room and wake me up to challenge the world once again. Then, grandma’ died.
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​“Where have you been?” Joseph’s grandmother questioned.”
 
“I’m sorry that I’m home late grandma’.” Joseph expressed, “I was playing a game of stick ball with some friends.”
 
Joseph had really had been investigating Alfredo Abraham, a suspected drug dealer. He couldn’t tell her that.
 
Joseph’s grandmother was not happy. She had to bathe the family dog when it was Joseph’s chore before the sun went down that such would dry the animal’s fur.
 
“Do you realize that you had to bathe the dog this afternoon?” she asked.
 
“I’m sorry, grandma’.” Joseph explained.
 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She repeated, “That’s all you know how to say. “I missed my doctor’s appointment because of your irresponsibility.”
 
“I’ll call the doctor and reschedule your appointment.” Joseph said.
 
“I’ve already done so. I don’t need your patronage. Go to your room, and without supper!”
 
Joseph went into his room without dinner. He was hungry. Sure, you can win a physical game without drugs, but you do need some kind of sustenance.
 
His stomach rumbled. He was angry. It was not fair that he was an undercover kid cop and yet not be able to tell anyone not even family. He did good deeds but was paid with spite.
 
“Damn!” He said in anger and in hunger, “I wish she was dead!”
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In the Winter Solstice, three kingdoms: the Draconian, Pleaides, and Earth’s world leaders, gather for a feast on Saint James’ Island, a private island in the United States’ Virgin Islands, southeast of Saint Thomas, in the Caribbean Sea.

Here they claim to practice their religion, through animal sex to prepare them for coitus with the Draconian and Pleaides races.

For the Draconian do not have genitalia and pursue existence through the science of cloning, to create such sacrificial union, of the first clone, to their false god, Baal, in their Ashoka Temple, offering sacrifices to their gods in imprudent hopes to regain genitalia, when in reality;

They cook cloned children to gods of hickory wood, for flavor, and to gods of stone for bakery, and to gods of iron, as grills to grill the children alive, extracting their bleached blood to be used as wine. Some children get baked in vapor mechanisms resembling a clothes dryer in a laundromats.

I looked down into the streets to see the heat rising from the ground. I looked into the sky to see the sun.  And all the colors I saw were yellow and brown.