Evol

Jean Carlo Baldrich

Description

Arlo Sylmar the creator of Evol, is so deluded by his own interpretation of his own world - made from glass. As he loses track of what’s happening to his creations. His world starts deteriorating by becoming as his creations, robotic, and manic. As he loses all empathy, the suffering of losing himself gets him playing both sides of the coin in order to set a balance between being pure and dark. Evol is a rollercoaster ride of emotions, in a spectrum of color. Mio rolls dice with self-hate, in order to get the creator’s attention. His imaginary creatures start plotting against him, as they start showing him the many versions of himself. The creations start noticing that such vengeance is not worth inflicting on those who have harmed him. As he himself is one of them.

Sujets

• Volume 1
• Emotions (álbum)
• Emotion
• Evol
• Romance
• Love
• Emotions
• Gay
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 03 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665570992
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 4 Mo

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ISBN: 978-1-6655-7098-5 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7099-2 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022917161
 
 
Published by AuthorHouse 09/28/2022
 
 
 
 

CONTENTS
Preface
Authors Note
Underworld
Haunted Maze
Lurking Shadow
Colosseum
Brown Cave Tale
She Orchids
Silver Kingdom

PREFACE
Just one taste of your love did it. When I came across your eyes, those brown hazel eyes, oh that angelic face that surrounded goodness. How lucky was I to dive in into such beauty? That spark that hallucinated from the back of my chest. It awakens my whole kingdom; my walls came crushing down like yellow thunder. My hands trembling with cuts of cold achiness. The skies had emerged into one solar eclipse. The lust turned into sweet touch of honey. My tiger heat awakens by the butterflies that surround my insides. My kingdom was free of all the bitterness and cunning. I don’t have to run any longer as I look up, I shall remember all you did. I was a lost clueless soul. No aspiration, I was drowning trying to gasp for air. An all-American stuffed piggy bank, greedy and full of remorse. So much love to give yet so afraid to show it. I am good, yet I hide in this shield that is made from real baby blues, they surround my soul like rivers in the sky. I was always scared of being seen in a beautiful light. The kind of light that is pure and transparent. I love you and I don’t know if I’ll ever change like you want me to be. The negativity creeps like the wind. Once it hits, regret and remorse come down to punch and then despair takes control. I am many shades in one. Devilish shades of my fellow arc pulling me into wakes of a player unknown zones. As a grieving widow in shades of colorblind, multicolor as colors change, I confuse myself. In nostalgia as tangle players in a cat and mouse chase of questions and never-ending confusion of open doors. Doors that keep opening, as I shut does down in fear. As I dance away chasing Darci, hating Darci, talking smack about the darn chump. Darci stares back at me in Darci scars, not in old fashion Darci you might be into, more as in future meets my chemical romance, Darci. As the shy, idiotic outspoken Elisabeth the one that thinks she deserves the world but does not grab it by its balls. A rehearse spectrum leaving me crying every single day in numbs of me.
Evol is Black
Evol is light
Evol is unity of colors that transcend
Evol is tiny particles gravitating in oneself
Evol swims with rebels in disguised
Evol = Love
Love is Gold
El amor es como una cascada que cae de una y con fuerza.
Surge como un rabo de libertad y sensibilidad.
Corriendo hacia un mundo mejor donde se vive con metas peculiares y brincos de Felicidad.
Pepinillo verde y crujiente que hira en muchas vueltas callendo en fondo.
Muchas veces la realidad es dificil de explicar en formas que un publico pueda entender,
Atravez de Evol se ven las pistas de una realidad oscura,
realidad oscura que construye un mundo mejor de enseñanzas y humor.
AUTHORS NOTE
I gave up so easy this warm night. I even bought the gear to go with it – with the last bucks remaining on my pink stained backpack, a dream is all I must hold on to. As this story is my therapy to overcome addiction, I stand up and keep slowly pushing to bring this Galaxy home. My floor showcasing mountain of papers, acrylic paint stains on the floor and coffee mugs all around me. A new writer that can’t even find a proper pen. The drag, the love, the proper life I deserve overshadowed by mental episodes of distractions and self-sabotage. When I lose my self at times, my brain rewires itself and finds a way back to finding itself followed by tears dropping through a face I want to keep unharmed.
In my mission to move north I find myself in a distant relationship as two lovers give up everything to have a child. A nest that holds treasures to insatiable adventures, hidden wounds and untold realities. Black broken mirrors led me to Evol. When all I have is a story to tell. Fear and anxiety win the best of me at times, and I give in to bad habits, habits that were reflected through this story. The reflections I wrote through Evol’s characters guided me and will always be a reminder of how important self-love is. Writing on a La Croix box, as I am now thirty years old, I let go of self-sabotage, as my inner voice warns me that we might end up in a looney institution if such behaviors are not corrected. I let the blues guide from this day forward as I hope that one day someone can read this story and feel seen in ways that will inspire them and show them the light to finding their true self. The name Magnolia came to life when I was walking on a cold night, trying to come up with plan of liberation. I looked up at a red light and there it was. A strong woman’s name to represent the story that needed to be told. I want to showcase the beauty of woman, men’s vulnerability and of the trans community in a way that a younger demographic can understand and have a sense of curiosity to know more about it. I also, think that we are all trans; as we all try to be our most authentic version of ourselves. So why not make that light shine brighter as the Trans community inspired this story and represents what a true superhero looks like. I give you visions of self-love with haunting tales the shine even in the darkest hour.
IN DARKNESS I SHALL EMBRACE SUCH DELIGHTS
THOUGH I MUST CONFESS,
GUILT MIGHT RISE IN THE AFTERLIFE.
NARCISO VILLA
“Well how do I look?” Asks Narciso. “You look splendid my king, a vision of love and poise - you are a god! “Says the porter while he fantasies over my splendid color hues. “Mio can you fetch the scissors I want to make some cuts on these old fashion garments. They reek with old style of my ancestors’ whim. Mio looks concerned as he confesses. “I’ll go fetch new ones; I broke your old ones by the heat of guilty pleasures. But before you lash out, let me explain I needed to make openings on some rabbits.” Says Mio. “Fine… Who gives a damn! They were my lucky golden scissors but apparently that means nothing! Porter where did these garments come from? They smell as death?” I asked. “The vault my king.” Says the porter. “Oh no… Get this away from me, do we have some Febreze? What would be the correct solution for this smell? “Washing?” Says porter. “No that will take too long, give me that creed cologne. Spray it all over me, faster! No? Well, this will do then, we will just have to make some edits here and there. The lord has been kind to me, we wouldn’t want to overdo it, do we Mio? Noises of Nikelton arise. “Oh, for crying out loud can someone feed my lover, slave! Isn’t he just adorable, with his chocolate aura drives me crazy?” I speak. “Mio don’t touch his balls they are sensitive; you must flicker them with ease. Look I’ll show you, see the difference? Slow…” I say as I retire to my one of kind royal spa. “I must attend matters of the crown; I’ll be watching you all my entrees of discomfort.
THE PAST IN A BACK-AND-FORTH CHANGE OF DELUDED DIMENSIA
“Can I just say that the treatment I endured during this whole fiasco was awful! The monster kept me in the dark for over a month and then he stripped me of my tittles! If I had to give him a name, I would call him the biggest asshole in the history of Evol, a cunt in the making! As he is the most barouches of them all who can blame me for upholding my ground of such evil treasuries. Can you believe such an awful memory that I have to live with for the rest of my miserable life? I am a nervous wreck; I over think if someone lashes on to me or if they even whisper my name. After his treasures act of violence, the cruel and disgusting vile situations he would put me through. I had to pee in a small cup while a child would watch me doing so. He even made me believe I was a sexual deviant, when it was all him, he couldn’t get enough! I mean of course now that I’m thinking about sex I want to jerk off, I am male alien of royal blood after all. But no, he had other plans for me he made me his little bitch. I could hear the colosseum from where I stood in the dark.” Says Nikelton. In lights as the roaring sounds of its attendees, makes loud noises into the next performance. In the middle of a colosseum as roaring sounds made the stage. Sunflower meets my chemical romance in fuming cells, as it was. A waking up to a zoo in heat as another hybrid in green comes out of a cage in heat, he looks directly in starring eyes. As I was flabbergasted, in confusion, felt as I knew him yet in fear of those around me, vultures came in packs as I was trapped. The green beast came my way as I had this odd feeling that I was here for a reason. Yet I forgot, in trying to remember even my name. As lost, I was in the middle of a dry stage of spotlights. Arrows coming my way, as the one in green pushed me to the side. “Move fool.” Said the beast in green, as I gasp