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Calamity on Flight VN242

Le Pho

This day was never a good day for Kym cuc. Breakfast had started alright, the tea was strong and fragrant, the buffet had catered all her favorite dishes and the short flirts with a businessman at her table as well as with the concierge left her self-confident and trusting Quan Yin to be on her side.

Today Kym cuc was going to acquire a painting. She had flown into Hong Kong from Hanoi the night before for that sole purpose. An oil on canvas by Le Pho, a country-man of hers. It was a unique painting.

Kym cuc possessed quite an art collection. Some she had inherited from her father and lately she had ventured into securing a few impressive works with a safe collectors potential. She had learned enough to know what to look for. And this painting had caught her eye.

The original had been bought by a governor of Tonkin, a French colonial province in northern Vietnam in 1937 and was titled “View From the Hilltop”. From Hanoi it was shipped to Paris and eventually to Oslo where the Frenchman’s grandson Patrick Lorenzi, the owner, is based.

Today this painting was up for auction at Christie’s Hong Kong and Kym cuc estimated it might go for around 4 mio HK dollars, considering the last Vietnamese auction record a year ago was 3.03 mio HK$. It was not her usual purchase for investment. She loved this painting. It pleased her emotionally.

It sold for HK$6.52 million ($840,000). Kym cuc was near tears when the price was rising and rising and she was unable to bid any higher.

Now she sat in a window seat in the late afternoon flight VN242 from Hong Kong back to Hanoi. The two seats beside her were empty and she never would have guessed that her day could get worse.

Just before the plane would get ready for departure, a couple arrived in a hurry, shoved luggage in the overhead lockers and settled into the seats next to Kym cuc. She had been annoyed and had been looking out the window, grumbling, but when she finally gave a glance to her neighbors-in-flight, she couldn’t help herself to lose control immediately and started yelling at the man next to her.

“No way will you sit next to me with that woman on your side! Go! Get out of here. Go! Sit somewhere else.”

The man obviously very embarrassed tried to calm her. But Kym cuc was like a wild bull buffalo. “No way! If you don’t go then let me out of here. I will not sit next to you and that woman.”

Anh dung still tried his best to save the explosive situation and asked Kym cuc to sit quietly and not to make a scene. At that Kym cuc addressed the woman next to Anh dung “You stole him from me. Give me my peace and leave me alone. Let me out of here”. When Doan vien also tried to calm her, Kym cuc reached over to Doan vien to push her to get up so she could get out from her caged-in seat. Doan vien shrieked at that and hit Kym cuc in the face and reached for her stiletto which Kym cuc managed to grab and started hacking into Anh dung screaming “Let me out! Let me out!”. Doan vien had managed to unbuckle herself again to get up from her seat and viciously started kicking Anh dung: “You never told me about this tramp. Who is she? How dare you!”

A stewardess and a group of other passengers were not able to help and were glad to give way when airport security arrived to escort the trio and their hand-luggage back into the terminal.

Finally back home Kym cuc was still furious. Vietnam Airline had fined her and Doan vien each VND 7.5 million ($350) and let Anh dung off the hook. They argued, while Kym cuc and Doan vien were still yelling, Anh dung was innocent, tried to keep the peace and was himself attacked by the two women.

Innocent! Yeah right!

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Tina in Love

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we are popular enough to be eaten by those who walk and breath on land we surely don’t need to linger around them. we wouldn’t if it was not for Tina.

Tina is different to all of us, but that does not mean we do not like her as any of us others. but Tina ….., see, all our names is Tuna, Southern Bluefin Tuna to be exact, but her would like to be called Tina.

she thinks she is a mermaid.

we all love a good feed of a variety of marine animals. Tina has it in her mind to catch a marine biologist. she thinks they are the greatest thing in and around the water.

there is one in particular, who seems to chase her a lot. he might have noticed something odd about Tina so Tina imagines he is in love with her as she is in love with him. i don’t think so.

well, ok, she is a bit different. usually any of us endures around a 10 degree higher water temperature than our normal range of approximately 18 degree. Tina can do more. she can endure up to 30 to 35 degree. that gives her the ability to stay longer near by the land. and she does. i think that is why that marine biologist is interested in her. i don’t think he recognized her as being a mermaid. even if he would, he wouldn’t like her fishy breath.

Tina however is convinced he is mad about her for her beauty. yes, she is a bit different to us. her odd range of temperature gives her also the ability to dive deeper and deeper into the ocean which she does a lot. she proves to us that her scales are so shiny because she is not as dark as some of us who happened to be exposed longer to the Great Australian Bright. just as well. i think the reason this marine biologist has not caught her yet is because of her vanity. after flirting with him she always escapes to bathe again and extensively in the dark.

if we are not waiting for Tina to return from her marine biologist then we wait for Tina to return from the dark. it puts us at risk when we have to wait for Tina. as it is, those men get about 20’000 of us a year. we are at the brink of extinction.

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Hidden and Forbidden

I am a researcher of the cosmos with a main interest in a new astrological sign of the zodiac I have discovered. Therefore I shall not create a new sign based on myself but submit my conclusions of this new star-sign from a hidden part of our imaginary belt of zodiacs in the starry firmament.

The Chimera

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The chimera is a unique and elusive constellation in our circle of zodiac and can be found hiding behind any of the astrological constellations. Only entities ‘born’ either on February 30, the rarest possibility; October 31, Halloween; or during the seventh lunar month, especially during the Hungry Ghost Festival, can be found to live under this celestial pattern. During these rare occasions the gates of hell are open for wild spooky creatures to haunt earth.

A creature with the sign of Chimera is not actually ‘born’ but can only be trapped here due to facing closed gates either because of bad timing or careless pursuit of unfinished business.

As the three heads of the animal suggest chimeras can be classified into three categories according to their means of transportation and attack. The certified chimera uses direct combat or viruses, the graduated chimera can ride on the wind and the advanced chimera is master of words and ideas.

Those ‘born’ under the sign of chimera have a devastating inability to look human. They often wear masks to hide their appearance. Under their bizarre and grotesque grimaces they hide a cold, cruel and vicious demeanour. Chimeras are focused, goal-oriented and know no barriers. They are predators to all in opposition, only their own point of view counts. Inflexibility and stubbornness is a predominant characteristic of this sign. Their true spirit is to destroy and they are excellent winners. They all prefer to live in the dark.

The male as well as the female chimera is initiative, dominant, dissatisfied, morbid and sober. Sexually they are compatible with all other signs of the zodiac. They are equally attracted to carnal lust as to intellectual games. Chaos is their play-ground.

Element: poison

Ruled by: black holes

Symbol: chimera

Life pursuit: to kill

Vibration: achievement

Other chimeras:

Terminator

Terminator

Jack Skellington

Jack Skellington

Dracula

Dracula

Queen of the Night

Queen of the Night

Hari-onago

Hari-onago

Medusa

Medusa

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Nobody talks to me

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It’s nearly a year now that I am dead. I have not spoken to anyone in all that time. Not because I’m not trying. Either people don’t hear me or if they do, they run away. They are scared, call me a ‘ghost’ and the places we meet ‘haunted’.

Lucky for me I lived on the Isle of Mann where many a good folks passed down their old knowledge and traditions, are aware of the dilemma a departed soul faces and know that we can’t really pass over until after ‘All Hallows’ Eve’ and ‘All Saint’s Day’ on the last day of ‘Allhallowtide’ called ‘All Souls Day’.

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On ‘All Souls Day’ the gates between the worlds are open and for one day the soul of the ones passed over can revisit their homes. Some kind folks light candles for the souls to find their way and then find to be welcomed with places set for them at the dinner table or next to the fireplace. Sometimes they find bowls of milk and cakes and hear the church bells ring in their memory.

Often bond fires are lit and prayers are offered for the souls of the dead. Later in the evening people play games and rituals intended to divine one’s future, often regarding death and marriage. Nuts and apples were used in the olden times but today we see more often cards or stones and we do our best to send them messages but it’s not as if we can have a communication.

For many however this is a sad day. Especially if the souls have relatives and friends who have a bad conscience and imagine the dead come back for revenge. Those folks dress up in hideous costumes and masks to disguise their identity.

horrorinthehammer.ca

Very rarely do people dress up to represent a spirit from the other world. In earlier times the pumpkins, the jack-o-lanterns, were meant to represent us but in most parts of the world this tradition is celebrated only for fun. Not many spare us an extra thought let alone speak to us.

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