Khrysoar – Picture It and Write

Minerva’s temple was a distant memory. Khrysoar, himself never cast his sight on his much malign mother. Raised in great wealth, his fate was from glorious solider to owner of a herd. One doesn’t need to be fall so far when the blood of gods course through your veins.

Its was time to call upon his brother. He would find something of his mother. Perseus had cowardly slain his mother. Attacking in her sleep was no way for demigod to perish. His father told him to live, not avenge. Pegasus owned him a couple of favors. It was the to call them in.

The damage to medusa was severe, her children sprung from her neck. The evils of turning people to stone was a myth, surely her family would do the same. Never had Khrysoar seen it done.

Pegasus flew him to the seen of the crime. It was empty. Many years had passed. Legends grew, memories faded.

A temple girl named Aja, was applying herself with oils and flowers. Khrysoar spoke to get her attention.

When she looked. .. She turned to stone.

Best River Views

The prefect trip along the Danube. The twenty year anniversary trip for Dale and Cecilia. Flying into Vienna. Drive for ten days, views, culture, food and the river.

The first couple days is all Vienna. Danube island, Vienna woods, canals and of course, the food. History and John Strauss provides another unexpected day. Dale remembers her interest in music. The buildings were Cecilia’s true love. The architecture varied in small areas.

Cecilia has been through the vacation thing before. We start with this and end with that.usually there’s no problem. As long as food is good and there’s a couple buildings and a little bazaar shopping. True culture is found in markets, not museums.

There are three more days, in Austria. Cecilia has lost her river and shopping. Dale is in heaven. Wachau Valley is a nice floodplain but pictures aren’t her trip. Cecilia is getting edgy.

“When we get to Budapest, don’t expect me to get in this car for at least two days” this is one line in three hours. Dale takes the que. Hungary is close thanks to a straight drive.

Dale being a smart man finds the Gresham Palace. Top place on the river. Best River Views possible is what the booking site says.

The palace is true spectacular. After an incredible dinner, they return to room. Dale is taking about all the this in Budapest to see.

The next morning Cecilia lays in bed. Dale looks at her “Ready to go?”

“Why the best river view is here.” Putting down the travel book.
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The View

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The powerhouse was abandoned years ago.  The smokestacks rises over the small buildings   The legend of what happened here grows with each generation.

Today,  a camera crew has come.  The plant in it’s prime couldn’t power the gadgets set to explore it’s mysteries.   Legends and ghosts die hard.  When they intertwine. .. they are immortal.   Three people fell from the stairs, coming down.   All looked like they were pushed.   Adeia was sacred land to Huron tribe centuries ago.   They were pushed off the land.

Electro Magnetic Kinetics have overrun the place.   Spikes of energy light up the buildings.   The experts all have theories.   And teams that do their work.

Stephen Malik was coordinator here. His tv series ruled Wednesday. Light flashes, voice enhancements, knocks, telekinesis, you name it, week in week out. This was big! A ratings killer.

Junkana, last full blood Huron, came. Sacred land was bring honored (on camera). His concern was Indian grave yard run amuck. His people weren’t savages. Curses didn’t come from them.

The crew sets up first trading at top of stairs. Stephen smiles, described the view. Turns to Junkana, asks about Huron grave yard. Flying forward Stephen falls off staircase to death, 75 feet below. Junkana explains the ghost had Shawnee war paint.

The ratings are killer.

Eve

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“Oh the mirror is such a terrible thing. A man must have came up with it. Ugh! I look horrible.” Eve is twisting side to side. Exploring every flaw seen and unseen.

Her 110 pounds are stretched thin across her 5 foot six frame.

“I never wanted to turn 45. My eyes have crow’s feet. My elbows have wrinkles. Look at the upper arm it’s hanging loose. Thank god, Richard has such bad vision.”

She walks into bedroom. Richard is putting on suit for fancy dinner for her. He’s gained thirty pounds since they got married. She has been up and down in weight. The swing has been ten pounds. To her it seems like a hundred.

She picks up a magazine. Takes it over to Richard.

“Here, you always say, what do I want to make me happy? Here you go. Sign me up. The bride diet, I want to look as good as the women you stare at all day. If you love me you’ll do it. I want to go this week!”

Richard picks up magazine. The ad is hard to believe. “You want to be fed on IV tube for two weeks?!”