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Land of Snails, by J. W. Cassandra, a short story, a grotesque. I share here a detail of the story. It tells of a fancy land where the snails spend their punishment as snails, for the crimes and sins they had committed as human beings in the remote past. I made classes or kinds for them, and the expressions “housed snail”, “blocked snail” and “castled snail” refer to the kind of building they carry on their backs. All the buildings resemble that of humans. The story itself is placed into my short story volume titled “Unknown Path”. I placed into it all those stories, grotesque, philosophical essays that I could not place into the other 2 volumes, “Masquerade of Life” and “Valiant Dreams”. Please, visit my website for reading the whole story: www.jwcassandra.simplesite.com I hope, you will find my story interesting. Illustration for the story is by joergip31 or Jörg Prieser, Pixabay. I share here the detail of the short story both in English and Hungarian.

The End of the Golden Age, by J. W. Cassandra, by J. W. Cassandra, detail. I share a detail of my second legend that came to life and that live in my world of fantasy. The story as a Golden Age means only a fantasy, it has nothing to do with that of ancient legends. This age lives only in my imagination. As I mentioned at my first dragon legend, I have a volume containing legends and tales woven around the Four Rivers’ Dragon, living in my imagination. That legend is the first of them and is the keynote at the same time. The today story is the 2nd one, it is just as important as a keynote as the first one. The story is continued in my website by the following headlines: „Struggle against the Evil”. It was written in 2004, translated in 2021. Here you can see the Hungarian version. Illustration to my story is by p2227754, Pixabay. You can read my entire legend in this link (copy to your browser, please): www.jwcassandra.simplesite.com/ I share the first part of the legend both in English and Hungarian. I hope, you will read the entire work, as well. Please, leave a comment and like it on my website. Thank you.

he curiosity turned into a panic for Morgan. He walked too far ahead and nothing was visible, only, he hoped, if it ended. Hence, it would be better to walk ahead further as he hoped so; maybe, it might have dispersed. “Ugh! Fuck!” Morgan moaned in pain when he fell down, by the time, had stumbled on something. “Ah! What next!” He screeched very loudly as he faced a horrible skull; nonetheless, stood up very quickly. Now, he found himself on a wooden panel which is very narrow. The bottom was full of human skeletons; so, I was walking briskly to get rid of it. “Where the hell am I?” he exclaimed harshly. By the way, the intense fog was still continuing mercilessly. His eyes, on the other hand, were watered and unable to see anything. “Ha?” he reacted when the visibility was available again. “Where’s here so?” he asked himself. Another world or dimension or somewhere else… While he was beholding them, he suddenly saw his name on one of the gravestones!

Tom walked rapidly and silently to hide behind the front door, while the commissar was on the way to the backyard.   Their pistols are loaded with bullets. Tom opened the door very slightly to look inside very silently. He had an itchy trigger finger. However, when the damned door creaked very terribly, he hid back behind the door very rapidly again. It was creaking without any stoppage because of the shake of the unprecedented wind.  “Where am I?” the man groaned in pain giddily. He was due to vomit out for a sudden. Nausea had invaded his stomach who suffered from hunger for many days. He couldn’t feel his hands and feet, maybe because of a short temporary paralysis. As his eyes were opened, a blindly darkness made him inhale uneasily.  

The Foremother’s Mirror, a detail, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story I wanted to share o Mother’s Day just I’m late a day. Sorry. But, I could congratulate my Mother who will be 80 on 16th June. This is why I’m late a bit. The short story I wrote about an imagined character, a descendant of the Foremother, she’s not me. The whole story is available in my website, both in English and Hungarian. I mingled the features of a fairy tale, a family legend and a short story in it, intentionally. Illustration from Pixabay. My website: www.jwcassandra.simplesite.com I hope, you’ll like it.

The Foremother’s Mirror, a detail, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story I wanted to share o Mother’s Day just I’m late a day. Sorry. But, I could congratulate my Mother who will be 80 on 16th June. This is why I’m late a bit. The short story I wrote about an imagined character, a descendant of the Foremother, she’s not me. The whole story is available in my website, both in English and Hungarian. I mingled the features of a fairy tale, a family legend and a short story in it, intentionally. Illustration from Pixabay. My website: www.jwcassandra.simplesite.com I hope, you’ll like it.

Today, I’m in the campus again. And, I’m very busy again and again as usual. By the way, today, I am not on my mood because it is cloudy and there is no sunlight and am feeling very sleepy, drowsy and depressive at the same time. While still strolling, for a sudden, I was eye to eye with a young blond-haired woman unexpectedly – she was just opposite of me about two meters away from me at the across of the slot. We are not acquainted against each other nor we haven’t seen each other before. I don’t know who she is and she does not know who I am too. Moreover, she is not attractive even though not a nice woman at all.  

Okay. OK… I think this road goes to the Bank directly. Yes, exactly. Jut across… The Central Bank? Is it? Yes, but? But… but, anyway… I’m in front of the Central Bank right  now. Yeah. Anyway… He said to me that is HSBC. So? I came wrongly. Nonetheless, HSBC must be around here then. Why not? But, there is no other bank here.  I’m here waiting for you. Don’t stay in the hot so much. In Cyprus, the weather conditions are very terrible in summers – it is very hot and drought – a typical Mediterranean climate, but not like in France and Spain. 

I have written this plot with the inspiration from Star Wars, Avengers, Lord of the Rings, etc. A short story to spice up your mood. Enjoy reading it!