It was barely sunrise but Simon had gotten out of bed. Something was nudging him at his heart. As he stood watch over the ocean he felt a familiarity for this place. He heard a voice tell him that this water has seen it all. That this water knew his story. He bent down to dip his hand into the water. As he touched it, something mysterious happened, the water began glowing blue.  "What in the world?" Simon said, removing his hands instantly. The glowing stopped. He placed his hands again and the bluish glow returned.  He repeated the process of dipping and taking his hand out of the water and the glowing started and stopped respectively. A man on his early morning jog stopped to watch Simon.  "Hey mister what are you doing?" the man yelled at Simon as he approached.  "It's the water that's glowing each time I put my hands into it and stops when I take my hands out," said Simon dipp

Simon was slouched on the couch operating his mobile phone when it rang. It was Simone’s number that was identified as the caller’s ID. He wondered if their plan had gone wrong, but when he answered the call, he learned that the plan had eventually turned out to become something else entirely. He had been invited for breakfast at the Griffin’s beach house. When he stepped out into the sunlight, he felt like he had been born into this world as a vampire. The sun was scorching hot. He looked toward the direction of the ocean and it was bare. The water was still reddish in color.  When he arrived at the main beach house he realized this was his furthest he had been from his own lodge and on this beach. Something in his emotions made him feel like though he was the furthest away from his lodge that he was walking towards a familiar territory. He suddenly remembered Peter Brooklyn the astrologer and mystic. He told himself that he was going to

Simon slipped away when everyone was basking in the euphoria of the bluish glow of ocean. Couples were snapping and posting pictures. Who knew that there could be a picnic on the beach late in the evening? Humans were as always despicable. People were selfish, Simon thought, the whole timing for a celebratory evening was wrong.  Simon had a gut feeling about today. He came out that morning so he could understand what it was he was feeling. He felt like the reincarnated part of himself was taking over his entire affair. Stephanie, Kane, the ocean, beach, and California all seemed interrelated to the soul that had taken over. He became slightly distracted about the feeling when it was replaced with this event of red tide.  Seeing Stephanie as she left reignited his former feeling. So as he crossed the front porch to the house of Kane he knew he had come to meet with not just his rival but his brother. Kane opened the door and Simon c

Simon was in New York and he was not not entirely clueless as to where he would start his search for Stephanie. Though he didn't know Stephanie's house he had a good idea about where to begin his search from. He went to the B and B restaurant and he talked to one of the waiters there and the guy directed him to the new art studio building on Pearls Street.  Simon drove down to the place without needing any description. He had seen the construction site a couple of times, however, he never really knew it belonged to Stephanie. The building had been completed, and it stood faultless. A perfect art studio. It even had Stephanie's name on it. He read what was written on top of the building: Stephanie's Art Studio (SAS).  He met a girl at the entrance to the studio, she wore a camera around her neck. Since the studio had just one in and out, the girl was exiting and he was about entering

Simon Solomon took in a deep breath bracing himself as the hotel doors swung open. It was supposed to feel scary. The way he was talking to himself but he felt himself chuckle. He was becoming more aware of himself and the more he accepted the fact that he was no longer the same person he was before his accident, the more he wielded himself like a secret weapon. He ate meat, spoke Arabic, used both hands ambidextrously and now could even hear the inner voice of his new soul.  The interior of the hotel was elegantly designed. It was lit up with bright chandelier lights that hung skywards. Neon green, yellow, and red lights flickered on one sign post that read El Casino. Gold, gold and more gold, the place seemed to have been made up of gold. Slow low tune instrumental music filtered through the air. Hell was pretty, Simon thought.  As his eyes scaned the hotel's casino section around for Annie, he noticed something. He recalled that