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THE PURPLE OF AUGUST

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A cryptoboganis in purplish electus.




JOY SUN


DEDICATION

Tell August.


TABLE OF CONTENTS

1. SOUL DARKNESS, A PERPETORY OF PHYSICAL DARKNESS

2. POP HONEY AND THE BLUE CASK

3. THE MOSQUITO LORDS

4. HORO DAE: THE GOD OF WICKEDNESS

5. THE PURPLE OF AUGUST


1

SOUL DARKNESS, A PERPETORY OF PHYSICAL DARKNESS


Doomsvilla, Umtellensia was this mighty by mighty land that had rare mighty by mighty problems as they'd say, with no cure at sight.

The whole of Umtellensia was fortified (for God did give light and does give light) with light except Doomsvilla.

The reason for the lack of light which was fair share from the sun and fair hearts at toil, was because of the Trampolords or the dark Lords who ruled unquestioned in Daggary or Lorpteloquel. It was no fair stay at a fair place, for all the conceivable parahovics occurred in darkness and in where else than Doomsvilla?

These parahovic Lords set a law that none carried lamps, quittles or any form of fire in Doomsvilla or even exposed their eyes, as it was an abomination to Bomista, the god of darkness. So, darkness was it, and darkness they had in fair share, no less.

This went on from age to age, Grema to Grema and lampoon to lampoon, till a certain date of Eloquestion. El Bright, the Lord of Tandem Nukes had to send his light Lords to ask why.

Intollerentia, a bright white Lord on reaching the Neptune Guetex or tip land, made a careful but observant discovery: lacking physical light was caused by soul darkness. What was soul darkness? Soul darkness, as he put it, was not perception or blindness - it was a willing decision to serve and be remunerated by Bomista, the god of darkness, done by the Cravelows or peoples of Doomsvilla. When explained in Upquest hill, the Whintinkle Light Tanglers or light occassioners couldn't believe it. Could people with four minds seek to serve a Lord of darkness for any wage? "What d' you mean?" said Elekstar in the camp Whintinkle. "These lourves", he continued, "have been bomistically endowed with the capability to topple off or blow bulbs, snoot light to wind degrees, either by bending like winding a knob, their hands or tipping their toes to get the sun eclipsed or make lights the size of egg yolks in lamp frames, so as to perpetuate wickedness." Leptelluai, the King's committal lightor roared, "then, that is advanced Wickedness." "Advanced Wickedness" all said and shook their heads.

Illitu, the bright brand, stood up to add that these people inherited insefegented darkness or darkness support from the mimocristic Lord seyors with a mini mind Wickedness to control and damn Doomsvilla and prevent it from any good, while they as lukilancists, ruled. It was copied, documented and accepted. The Cash Light army dispersed for the night.




2


POP HONEY AND THE BLUE CASK

But why was there no light? The people and the Trampolords or dark Lords served Bomista, the god of darkness but was that all? Was there no reason why they impudently chose to suffer? There were reasons. Lack of darkness exposed the activities of the Trampolords or dark Lords and decided where they kept as well as their access to the pop honey in the Blue Cask.

All inhabitants of Doomsvilla were honey hunters and contributed their honey quota daily under Savage scrutiny and oversight to the Lords of Doomsvilla at Daggary or Lorpteloquel, which was stored with a promise to give them a reasonable quota, in the Blue Cask. But the Trampolords or dark Lords had decided to keep the people who hazarded their lives from knowing a few things about their honey. The Blue Cask was kept away in some dark place, which was aided by darkness, thus starving them day to day of the pop honey.

Each day, the Simeralls or social casters sat to drink in dark town, Dark Quest, pop honey, and would scream to themselves, their wives and children "pop honey!" But the poor peoples of Doomsvilla had no light so as to know what went on at Daggary or Lorpteloquel.

The following night, Garmentia the sparkling light wearer being, stood to speak in the midst, of the chargrined Lighted Lords: "Sirs, I have a quest. I feel these dark servitors have a little secret we have not found." "What's it?", all said. "It is the Ofomugotactics." "What was it?", all demanded to know. "It was a method significant by which soul journeys of dark souls or fotashadows and their associates go from place to place in the parpsquare to afflict and cause mishap in Doomsvilla. Everyone was mute. "What about that again?", said Bright Fellow. "It is a mystic science of the lantern race used once by the expelled jours who lived in Ifalligalli, till they were driven out and defeated by King Wist, the light lover of Secred Tempretes, twelve generations ago in Umtellensia." Everyone froze. "Thanks for history", they all nodded. "This causes physical maimness or the gotowinots like blindness, by sick peremeters, lameness, madness, and all other ailments, which are actually fotashadows used by these Trampolords to afflict, all of which ailments were once found in the lantern race of the jours in Ifalligalli prior to their expulsion. These fotashadows were room Lords who lived in light years before Eguast and fell from there to the floors. They now, with the dark Lords, always infiltrated Umtellensia with darkness using similar people, by giving them fringe benefits till they have often been questioned and expelled."


3


THE MOSQUITO LORDS


Whit White Head stood up and said: "Ever heard of the Mosquito Lords?" "Who 'ere they?", most others asked. Ulagi, the twen golden one alone laughed most, bowing his head: he knew quite well than to be told. "They were the exact grandparents of these Trampolords or dark Lords of Etualilee, who used mosquitoes as servants or errand boys." "What?" Everyone else said in surprise. "These were in real time in Umtellensia known as the private mosquito owners." Everyone shrugged. "Each one had his or her mosquitoes or mosquito jets and could send them on errands to anywhere such as against their enemies, either to chop their bloods or kill them." The silence was chilly. You could hear a Zephyr whisper. "These mosquito Lords have a double advantage, because the mosquitoes which their fotashadows or fotashadow associates inhabit, operate only in darkness, and the Blue Cask and the Zuru sop, which is a mix of chopped blood and honey, makes them fatter and darker, so as to suit them well for the metaphysical advantage of exact fitting or placement for the habitation of mosquitoes of (arm to arm, leg to leg, wing to scapula, antenna to hair, proboscis to mouth, and trunk to trunk), so as to use them with the aid of fotashadows, as insect vehicles. The mosquito room themselves are called Bloom basins or rawlaw apartments." Everyone shrank.

Lord Tender stood up to talk. Everyone sat still usually when Lord Tender talked, because he mediated between life and death, and you could cry always if you never heard, afterwards. "I feel at this point, something unique should be done to save some - the innocent people of Doomsvilla who may not be collaborators or any Doomvillist who may want to escape before the hard strike. We can send an unpassioned Light Tanker to Doomsvilla and call the people out before the strike." It was accepted and documented. They dispersed.


4


HORO DAE: THE GOD OF WICKEDNESS

On Nortex day Apploxox, at bright twelve noon, it was all dark in Doomsvilla like Midnight. An unpassioned Light Packer Tanker arrived and set itself in Midst Fare were everyone could see it. It beamed light abundantly and a heralder spoke clearly with swift clearness: "Please, listen: these are the realm Light inviters calling to render help. You may take this way if you need help." To their dismay, no one of the suffering Doomvillists dared say a word to nor responded to them. Hour after hour passed. Finally, a chased, weak lady and her son ran ahead. One would have thought herself and her son would have made it, but she barely got in when the son stood, turned round and headed back to the watching Doomvillists. She was so tortured she never even looked back or knew what went on behind her. But she was at last in safe hands.

The Trampolords or dark Lords were now aware and sent sacklotizers or their army with feild billion mosquitoes to attack the unpassioned Light Tanker. Only one person was saved from Doomsvilla. No one knew why. Heavens did. The mosquito feild billions were let loose to their worst elements alongside the sacklotizers and began to sting and chop the blood of the Doomvillists, while slaying them. One man in the feild asked a sacklotizer approaching to destroy him "But I know you? We were friends here in Doomsvilla. We drank Zuru sop together and exact-fitted into mosquitoes, so why are you doing this to me?" "Damn the hellist, whoever knew him" said the sacklotizer as he finally slew him down. It was the son of the only escaped person from Doomsvilla.

After all of it, the field was full of corpses littered every where. Sortalords, the head Sacklotizers were stripping their victims of their belongings: gold, silver and every valuable, when Horo Dae stood up from his throne and said " Now, it's your turn", and released fire from his ruthless claws on the Sacklotizers who began to burn. Then, he said with a loud voice "Meet me then in hell", and everything, including the corpses, vanished and appeared all awaking from rubbles, stumbling on themselves with damnable injuries and loud growls, looking and finding themselves in a river of molten fire, with Horo Dae walking over them.


5


El Bright, the Lord of Tandem Nukes sent to know what happened. When the spaticle Lords reached there, they saw nothing: no one, no trees, no houses - it was a complete wilderness. He was sorry for the bartical act that Horo Dae used with a few pop honey to deceive them. "It may be so from time to time, till men choose rightly", he said.

The wild land was inspected and Bob Augustine, a light Lord tempro in act was sent to revamp the land. He arrived with his emissaries and divided the land into seventy Brad weys or cities, lit them up and called them purple cities. He built and made it so beautiful, the children of Egalilee now lived there and for joy called it THE PURPLE OF AUGUST.

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