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True Terror 1 :: Demon DreamsMegan Metcalf :: True Terror 1
"...but I never would've seen this coming."
It was a hot July evening and my mother needed to get some ingredients for her soup she was making. Our Grandmother lived right beside us and she always had spare food and items.
"Hey Megan can you help me find some of the ingredients I need at your Grandmothers, to make this soup?"
"Yea mom, no problem!" I replied.
I hurried up my work on the computer and left with my mom to Grandma's house. Once we got there it was about sun down and I was a bit creeped out by the house. I've been here many times before and I know what's capable, especially since my brother and me have "experienced" weird happenings and seen really weird people here.
It was a large house sitting past a hill on a huge estate. An old white house with a couple trees in the front of it.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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