HUM – The Migration Part 2

Earth girl finally opened her eyes, poised in a yogi pose hovering a foot or so off the surface of the laboratory floor. The remaining data retrieval quelled to a sigh once she was aware of her environment. Quietly surveying her environment, her eyes moved from one side of the room to the other. There was buzzing and clicks she could not identify, but it came from all around the lab. After a moment, words came to her as she looked at each item in her path and she recalled them one by one. “Chair.” She heard herself say. “Table…desk…book…” Recalling each item, her mind understood their use, what they all meant to her. Her eyes gazed upon all the items, except one, the item she came from. The vacant cylindrical tube was still and silent, not speaking to her. For some reason, she thought that it should speak, like she spoke. In confusion, with furrowed brow and a frown upon her lips, she tried to make out what this thing meant to her. Recall data was in waiting it seemed. She closed her eyes again hoping that it would make a difference. That it would make a difference.

The tube ajar, in its upright stance facing Earth girl, should mean something. Unfolding from the yogi pose, she stood up and in standing she realized that she did not know yet how to use her legs. Well at least, that is what her mind told her, that they were called “legs”. She giggled. The sound echoed around her and she almost jumped where she stood by the shock of it. The high pitch of what came from her. She stood still. Not allowing herself to try to move, not because of fear, but because she did not know how. Slowly, she looked down at her legs, itemizing everything from her thigh to her knee, her ankles, feet then toes. She began there, at the toes, moving them. It was not a graceful approach to the tube, but she tried and took a step, lifting up her knee towards her chest. First her left, then her right leg after, repeating this motion she finally arrived before the tube. What was it? This thought did not come from the data recall or programming. She believe it came from her. How did she know? She did not know.

As she now stood before it, she surveyed the exterior of this tubular object wondering of its signification. It towered above her and was wide enough to swallow her back into it, if it so wished. The Earth girl shuddered at the thought, but her curiosity urged her to wonder further as to its origins. The hard shell was clear, where she could see the inside from the outside. She had a memory recall of looking out from the inside. Remembering she was contained within it, but could not recollect beyond the tube. It is as though it birthed her. Excitedly, she touched the clear shell of the tube, touching its sides and venturing to the back of it. It just stood there cold, when she remembered warmth, the tube still not speaking to her. Seeking above, then below her eye caught something she had not noticed initially. Her eyes adjusting, zoning in on the words, it seemed the writing was scratched out or tarnished. The metal label on the tube with letters. She could not make out what it meant, but she sought frantically in her data recall, for her subconscious to give her something so she could know…understand what it all meant. The only letters coming into clear view from the damaged label. She uttered the letters she was able to make out before her.

“H”, she whispered.

“U” after a sigh, then, “M”.

She was spiraling into a state of panic and confusion. The label on the tube where she came from, is this me? Am I Hum?

From the Author: The name of the main character came from a friend. very close dear and inspirational. This is the beginnings of a science fiction odyssey story that I want to share. In my musings, I have written paragraphs that I am working on and will present them as they come to me in my creative writing processes. Thank you for reading.

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HUM – The Migration Part 1

In a vast deep onyx alternate and infinite space, with little or no gravity, a quiet but conscious exploratory craft materialized from a shroud of invisibility. It crept cautiously pulsing and throbbing within itself was life, but never quaking to any natural or unnatural forces that may be observing in the vicinity of this fraction of time and space. The craft’s protruding, rocky hills and mounds form its surface which stood out from the backdrop of the eternal darkness before them. The interplanetary spaceship, made up of rock and stone landforms, but more evolved, derived from a planet long dead, A small and meaningless planet once called Earth to its inhabitants. This was not the plan, but here it was in a nothingness created by the unknown. In this eerily silent portion of a universe uncertain and unaware of time.

The captain’s seat sat in a vast corridor mad of an organic clear substance where an adolescent Earth girl could watch the stars warp around the home ship. The controls for the craft at her brown delicate fingertips, moved and buzzed with light touches, but provided action in retrieving what she sought. The life ship’s psychedelic rocks and stones caught light, somehow, and shimmered as it made its way through the obsidian expanse. Naturally the organic hull claimed light even when they is no possibility of illumination on it’s journey.

The Earth girl’s retrieval of information was automatic, programmed. Just before the ship jumped to this vastness she became conscious or aware. Her memories was like a leap of moments from where she began, recalling her first memory of lurching to life from a cylindrical tube in the terrestrial spacecraft’s center. First memory was the reaction to lights, were headaches, then information recall. Second memory was the intensity of amplified sound which caused her to feel disoriented and nauseous, until she adjusted or tuned her hearing where it was bearable, eventually focused. In an effort to settle herself, she drifted into a phase of complete relaxation and travelled within her own consciousness, witnessing everything through her senses without dismantling her mind. She sought and reached out to peace, then captured it. Soon she held onto that state of mind and brought it to the surface with her. All her physical, emotional and mental processes went into a state of preservation, yet she was able to access data from a subconscious.

From the Author: This is the beginnings of a science fiction odyssey story that I want to share. In my musings, I have written paragraphs that I am working on and will present them as they come to me in my creative writing processes. Thank you for reading.

Disclaimer: All photography and original art for this post was created or captured by Hetheru Mer Djehuty. Thank you so much for your support. I want criticism! I want to know what my reader honestly thinks! Please comment!

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Transcendence Hymn

Delivering our steller selves

birthing as RA rise

Pure, with slate wiped clean to pristine satisfaction

we venture out

no rope

but hope prevails still

Still lingering on throughout the daybreak

wake

Finally we set

set down like the sun

Casting shadows as pyramids

seeding our spirit to reap rise

Breaking spells and curses

Chanting good omens

Foreshadowing what will be as we claim fortitude

To withstand everything funneling around us

Singing loud

Our daily offering

Our souls transcendence hymn

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#2020

Just some thoughts. A friend of mine inspired me to share these thoughts with my audience on my own blog rather than haunt them with it. *laughing out loud and hard* I tweaked the post just a bit, but the message is still clear. Thanks friend! On my blog, I can share freely. This was my free thinking expression:

Yes, everything starts with the individual. A single person is a universe onto themselves. We do need to confront what prevents us from achieving goals, whether there be excuses or actually admitting to ourselves how much effort do we put into changing ourselves or fates comes into question. Nothing in this universe can prevent us from willing into being something we want achieve, it is ourselves that ultimately get in our own way at times. That is the ultimate truth. We are infinite and unstoppable when we realize we can do everything we think and conjure, but it is the most devastating thing to admit that we failed because we actually was too lazy or scared or hopeless to put things into place to make them happen. I’m willing to do that for myself. You are right about not putting the efforts into holidays or a specific time to work on your vices or goals, but to understand profoundly the reason that nothing comes into being without efforts, could be freeing yourself from all limitations.

What will you do with your power? Let me know in the comments section. I am eager to listen and connect.

Thank you for reading and allowing me to be my best self.

Disclaimer: This inspired by a close friend, who may hate me currently, lol. All photography and original art for this post was created or captured by Hetheru Mer Djehuty. Thank you so much for your support. Please feel free to like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

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Nightmare: Viscious And Woke

Most of my life, I have been plagued with nightmares. Sometimes daily. This “nightmare” I just woke from an hour ago, but I still feel as though it is not done with me. The fear is so real that even now as I write these bothersome things to the internet, just to rid my mind. So come bare the load for me. I need to take it out of my consciousness and provide someone, at this point anyone that may care, the dark and dreaded corner of my subsciousness that haunts me in wake and sleep.

At first it was a struggle to sleep, since my mind was busy with failure and heartache. I wanted to sleep my worries away, sometimes my dreams can be a more than pleasant reasoning away for the “wake” reality that I step into, sometimes endless. Instead, I chanted a meditation spell and envisioned painting a sun with acrylic paint colors of orange, red, white and yellow. Strangely, I must have finally drifted…because I found myself abruptly waken to darkness. Delivered to the darkness of the room, I groggily sat up in bed and made motions to get out of the bed. The darkness was still there, but it was a dark, dark blue darkness staring back at me. It had no eyes, but it stared right through me as a sat at the edge of my bed. I sat frozen, paralyzed in fear when I realized I wasn’t actually in my room. It was another room, one from my childhood, but the bed I slept in was still the twin sized bed I sleep in every night. And that is when I realized…I’m dreaming…or nightmaring? The dark, dark blue darkness with no eyes, hands or feet, was at the bedroom door, perpendicular to where I now stood in the opposite end of the room. I was terrified. I was so mortified that I held my own throat with both hands, because I couldn’t scream as the dark, dark blue darkness came hurtling at me. Instinctively, I still gripped my throat. “What’s the matter voice, have I lost you.” I heard. It wasn’t from the thing that rushed me, it was from around me. Someone wanted to shut me up. No time for thoughts, because this time, the dark, dark blue was up in my face inspecting me with no eyes and this time I could see it for what it was up close. A monster.

Then, I woke up again. Startled by the nightmare I just had, I jolted awake. My god, that was terrifying and I thought I couldn’t, wouldn’t get out. So, I shook it off, but before I got to sit up in the bed of my dark room, in the dim light of my computer screen was a white egg the size of the Walmart variety egg in the dairy section. The egg was right where my tummy was as I laid on the left side of my body. I only lifted my head from my pillow to look at it in the dimly lit room. I looked around and I was still in my room where I slept. Curious, I propped myself up, still lying on my side to look at this thing that I was sure was not there when I fell asleep. I wouldn’t have an egg in the bed with me. It could break…I reached for the egg to feel it, gingerly. The egg was very white, even in the dark glow of the computer in the room. This is when the realization came that I was in a dream again. Waking from one nightmare into another illusion of my mind. While I held the egg, unconsciously I used the force of my fingers to crush the egg in that one hand and my hand was cut by all the pieces of the eggs shell…though the egg was hard boiled!

Another jolt, sitting up in the bed this time, with my heart racing and my eyes moving to all corners of the room. Still the dark glow of the computer screen. The computer screen had a picture of my sisters and myself, all staring back at me. Stories in their eyes. I caught my breath, comforting myself, which was self taught. I wondered about the dream, what was that about? I got up to go use the bathroom. Looking in the mirror only for a second before I plopped down on the toilet to pee. The relief of the streaming of these life fluids soothed me further. Once complete, wiping myself to then turn to the sink to wash my hands. No soap. Damn. I looked up to see myself in the mirror. To my surprise, there was nothing. No image at all. Just water running from the sink, hot and steaming the bottom portion of the mirror. At first I was so stunned I just stood there… I could feel my eyes widening but couldn’t see them for proof that they were probably bulging in disbelief! My consciousness began to fabricate reasoning at this point, as I panicked. No image in the mirror, oh shit! Outside of my head, at this point, I began palming the mirror, then scraping the mirror with my nails and fingers. Trying to tear through the irrationality that I was not there…I was not there at all. Then, in my panic and horror I started to beat upon the mirror. Pounding on it, but it had not broken, just bending like mirror and plexiglass hybrid. Then, something emerged. Something crawled from the corner of the mirror before me. It was something…something I have never seen in my life, but it was the cross of a slug larvae and spider so massive as though it was almost half my body. Black purple skin and the larvae parts had something withering under its skin. I screamed and sat down on the floor by the sink, out of the view of the mirror. I was shaking and frightened hoping it had not seen that I saw it was coming…oh god. For moments it seemed, I just sat and waited, sat and waited for an eternity. At this point, nothing rushed me or attacked. I got on my knees in front of the sink and peered up at the mirror. The creature was halfway through the mirror…it seemed to be coming from another dimension, a frightening scene as it slowly pushed its way through to my side of the world. It’s spider’s appendages, the pedipalps, were eagerly reaching for me and I fell back on my bottom, then quickly leapt to my feet. My body was up against the bathroom door and as soon as I had an opportunity, I grabed for the door knob, flung the door open and ran, but not before I felt a deep, sharp and painful slice across my back!

Awaken again…this time no jolt, just clear pain. Pain in my heart like the beating of my heart was a ticking bomb. Awaken to pain. Pain in the chest. Before I could open my eyes, I felt my chest. I could not feel my breasts. They were numb…that scared me awake. My eyes fluttered open in deep protest of my body. My mind left me tired even from sleep. What could ease my mind from the horrors? The horrors in sleep and in this reality? This time it was realtime, where you and me are on opposite ends of this computer screen. Me writing, you reading. Hoping you can understand why I needed to share this with you.

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Ex Erotica (An Adult Themed Short Series : Part 5)

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The Thought Renaissance

It’s the first Thursday of our first ever scheduled week! I’ll just pat myself on the back for that, because I’ve never been good at creating, nor sticking with my own schedule before. But goddamn it…we are making things happen.

Today marks the very first Thoughts and Things Thursday! On this day we will post short stories, poetry, artwork, and absolutely anything else this sexy mind of mine can fart out onto your dinner plate. I hope you’re hungry.

So without further adieu, welcome to Part 5 of the critically acclaimed, Ex Erotica!

Disclaimer…if you’re new to the short series, you can brush up and read…

PART ONE here.

PART TWO here.

PART THREE here.

Or PART FOUR here.

Now let’s get it going.


Forever, that’s how long it had been since he left my apartment. My legs had stopped shaking hours ago. The remnants of my dried nectar, glazed…

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POEM: Spiked Collar and Stilettos

Pull out the handcuffs tonight

spiked collar and stilettos

Fingers tracing lips and bottoms for hours

And we only been here for a minute

While we embracing, teal colored nails

Grazing your arms and shoulders

Cheeks makes your hands happy when they in them

I feel the intention to climb you

Divine you

Spiked collar, tight for you

Allowing the night with you

To make me loose

To lose our minds

When we make all these sins

My stilettos in the air

You lifting me to heights

Higher than the ceiling

I’m begging you

While you relieve me of everything

And everything is releasing

My knees by my shoulders

While you between them

losing yourself in my flesh

Taking all my moans

As we shiver in explosions

Disclaimer: This poem just came from within my inner depths. All photography and original art for this post was created or captured by Hetheru Mer Djehuty. Thank you so much for your support. Please feel free to like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original poem dreamed up, written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.