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Endless: Chapter 1Super natural creatures have been known in the world for many centuries now, and in this modern day and age, humans and supernatural creatures have lived in peace. Until, five years ago, a new reporter had an interview with something the world was not prepared for. The reporter was a small town reporter, Freddie Oulson, a twenty something man, just starting as a reporter, was given the case to speak with someone that had requested a interview with the small town newspaper. After the interview was scheduled to be over, Freddie didn't go back to work, so his colleges assumed he had finished up and gone home for the night. No one expected anything to be wrong.
Freddie Oulson was found dead the next day, hanging from a tree in the local park, decapitated and trained of blood, his stomach ripped open. People thought it was a perverse killer on the loose. There was a lot of fuss to the little town, news channels came in to get the story and make it better that anyone else. They were like vul
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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