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    As Above, So Below

    By Wolf Sherman

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    Sometimes, there is an obscured disconnect between what we imagine, and what we feel. And sometimes what we feel, is a ponderous part of the illusion — of things we'd love to be real... And so we live, alternating our improvised happiness at will, between the things known, the things we feel, and those we'd love to be real...

    How it happened.

    If anyone had bothered, or rather if it was still possible to announce what had happened that morning at first light, it would be that in the conservative farming town just a stone's throw outside town, God looked away. It seemed that even the printing press at the local newspaper had been gathering dust for week already - before it all came together in an unholy fashion.
    Up to fifteen minutes before, the old world was still there, somewhat, on the surface. A familiar normal place both inside and outside of town. Then, whoever was in charge of life, flipped the switch...
    What was at the outset during sunrise just a dot on the horizon; a spec on the lens of the glowing eastern sky, started to expanded and grew with intense purpose. Soon enough smaller dots from everywhere joined and the shadow grew into a dense mesh that hungrily ate away at the handful of rays of light that attempted claiming a new day; bravely daring over the jagged top of the mountain. Suddenly the dark mass let go and the rays were back - as the apparition moved again; out of sight. This time from the view of the old farmhouse, had anyone noticed, the new arrivals remained lower just under the very edge of the top of the mountain's bourne while remaining seemingly deliberately undetected from the eagerly rushing morning light and the farmstead. It wasn't the first time and the maneuver was already perfected - each time, just barely before the new days in the recent past emerged from the blackness. But that morning it was different, and the children inside at least one farm house would've no doubt agreed that it was the end of days when prayers were answered.
    Outside, high above a nearby farm where death already struck, the dark swinging mass now attempted moving at breakneck-speed and from a further distance appeared as a swirling magic carpet meandering as it gravitated towards the ground. Woven tight, not a single one dared moving out of formation. Then, the hungry persistent screams started; distorted occasionally only by the sound of wind rushing past them and the mad flapping that had started after the last of them followed - swooping down from the mountain. There were no accidents and all kept course just as their creator fashioned them; perfect for this environment. All four-thousand strong darting beaks were searching for local life in flight, and finally found it. As usual since the start of the experiment, none were in need for water, and the creatures were impervious to the freeze that had come to clamp down the farming district just south-east from town. All boasted long jet-black necks that seem to have tapered almost elegantly from their muscled velvety blue wings that reflected emerald-green in the morning light. Folding back their wings a fraction after they'd ascended high above their target, they stared down indifferently as they awaited their instructions. Inside a nearby large panel; that slowed down and pulled off to the shoulder of the dirt farm road - obscured by a cloud of fine dust - the countdown started and the switch was flipped once more.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWolf Sherman
    Release dateAug 17, 2017
    ISBN9781370279616
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    As Above, So Below
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    Wolf Sherman

    Biography - Wolf ShermanWolf was born in 1970, grew up in Pretoria and after school joined the South African Police in 1988. During 1993 he was transferred to Johannesburg. During his colourfully interesting police career he was attached to several specialist divisions that include the anti-vehicle theft unit, organised-crime-and-political-investigations unit, and the East-Rand Murder & Robbery unit. After his police career he successfully applied his experience in the corporate financial world as insurance investigator and financial planner.Wolf is 48-years of age, have been blessed with three daughters, and is an avid blood and blood platelet donor. He fills his time by weaving his unusual life experience and keen interest in religion, metaphysics, war and political research and that of his love for food and classical music - into his poetry, fictional short stories, and novels.“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.” - George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons.I'm always curious to listen when people talk about which book - ever - they'd first read. For me it was “The Man Called Noon” that was published in 1970. I suppose that it goes without saying the 1973 film directed by Peter Collinson - of the same name - as the 1970 Louis L'Amour novel, was quite a hit in the day.I was always in love with the books in which storytellers extended an invitation right from the word go, and pulled me in into a different world. The next early love for me growing up were bookshops and libraries. But I'd consider libraries had the first place. My love for both novels and short stories grew over the years, but somehow short stories found me more often. In part, I think because one can sponge it up in a single sitting, and move on to the next world, so to speak.On the topic of short stories, the storytellers in this instance tell how they see it - but being forced far quicker to relay that. I have no doubt that any short story can be stretched out and pinned down to become a novel - if one wanted to. Obviously there is no set length that a short story has to subscribe to, but I'd imagine anything from five-thousand to twenty-five-or-so-thousand words is adequate to save someone, murder a few people, get some revenge, use most of the rope in your boot, discard the spade when you're done, and go in hiding till the whole thing blows over. Of course, if there's a body to begin with... Which really stems from poor planning - I have always thought - in a story. Naturally. Of course, we also need to fall in love at some point and give our whole heart to someone special. It makes for a more balanced killer. In a story. Naturally.Look me up on:Pinterest @ Wolf Sherman BooksInstagram: @Wolf_ShermanTwitter: @WolfSherman2

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