Antoni De'Leon
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Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content. (Helen Keller).
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Feline folly
Many times I have clicked off the screen and back and every time the name Ophelia jumps from the art to my mind. And so we shall name the naked tortured soul Ophelia. The cat tells me that she once belonged to Cleopatra but her name is Nefertiti...her choice...so we shall honor it.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Art
Seriously, you all were told not to open the darned door. So Why is everyone opening it?
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” I have seen this so many times I am ready to pluck my eyes out. Still they keep coming, all lining up to open the freaking forbidden door.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Horror
Lament of the Soul
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” Oh, but please, I need to see beyond! I am trapped in a timeless expanse, where days and nights blur into a soul sucking void of nothingness. Why am I not radiant and unburdened by the weight of the physical. Why doesn't my soul float serenely in the vastness of space and time, singing its song of harmony with the universe.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Horror
The Thief of magical stories. Top Story - October 2024.
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.' Queen Justia of the very successful "Ye Olde Quaint Story Emporium", a city of magical story writers, was nowhere to be found. Someone must have snatched her sometime between "Storytide and Midnighthush", when the authors finally relinquished their pens, closed their eyes and slumbered, while dreaming of sugar plum stories and storks bearing babies made entirely of thousand dollar bills.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
The queen and the river
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished'. But she hadn't vanished, at least not completely. Not yet. Leona sat alone by the river contemplating the frailty of her mortal body. How does one go from being queen of her existence, of her full and carefree happy life, to the depth of contemplation of the abyss of deep despair.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
I am Wednesday's Child
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” I am Wednesday's child. I watched and listened as they chanted the old rhyme: Monday's child is Fair of face... Tuesday's child is Full of grace Wednesday's child is Full of woe... Thursday's child: Has far to go... Friday's child is Loving and giving Saturday's child: Works hard for a living... But the Child born on a Sunday...Is Fair and wise, good and gay...
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Horror
Theatre of Dreams
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” Yet, somehow we always do, our curiosity forever killing the infernal cat! They promised us riches, fame and glory...they said that our ghosts would be put to rest, no more would we be haunted by our sense of failure, lack of self-worth, underachievement and self-loathing.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Horror
