A Primate's Memoir Novels & Stories

~Miss Pretty Thinking about that time when her late best friend Mackie advised her to do something to catch Thyago's attention, that was the time she dared to befriend him and did a lot of crazy things just so he can spend time with her. She suddenly remembered all the things she have done just for him to notice her. The funny and happy memories and at the same time the pain and bitter emotions affiliated with it. She then read the reply under the notes on what he felt about it. Dearest Miss Pretty:

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

"You never understand life until it grows inside of you." — Sandra C. Kassis. CAMELLIA "She’s back! She’s back!" someone shouted. The room buzzed with frantic movement, machines beeping, voices overlapping. The pain was excruciating. I was present, but everything around me felt distant, muffled, like my own mind was slipping away from me. I was aware of the blinding pain tearing through my core and the terrifying warmth of blood pouring out of me.

She knew that what she had just seen wasn't a dream , but a hidden memory that had been triggered by her primordial awakening. She quickly got off the bed. The room was unfamiliar, furnished with heavy oak and soft furs, but she didn't care where she was, because she needed answers. She pushed open the heavy bedroom door and walked out into the hallway, following the voices she could hear coming from the lower floor.

I don't really fuck with science that much but I decided to give it a try so I flipped open it's pages and read through it's letters as I walked to where I would rest my butt. Like I said it was a science book that talks about how man evolved from primates into humans there was even drawings that showed the process and steps of how the evolution process happened Does man really come from apes? I don't really know but I guess we can trust science, right? I finally got to a table where I could sit and read but as I sat down something caught my attention. It was an old book that looked more like a diary resting on the table. Its title was written in signs and symbols.

“How can I expect you to understand? You’ve never had to live in secrecy. You’ve never had to find ways to explain why you couldn’t go out during the day. You’ve never had to cut off your wings each week so mortals wouldn’t see them. You’ve never had to suffer the embarrassment of being subservient to an inferior species. Before I became a ritualist and purchased land in Black Heaven, I felt on the run each and every night. And why? Because the immortals of old were too afraid to form armies and take the Earth. To think! Us, beneath them.” He gestured to a nearby slum. I saw filthy mortals fight and drink and yell measly flirtations. “Imagine, Maraina, that the men in parliament were pigs, a

I creased my brows as if it took me some effort to recall. "Oh…" I suddenly gasped in realization, deliberately letting myself trail off before flashing an innocent smile. "So that was you—I'm so sorry, but like you said, it happened twenty years ago. It was so long ago that I've forgotten it. See, as I've accomplished so much important research work day after day, who has time to remember such… trivialities?"

His nerves calmed down to see the half closed porthole on his side and a safely private door giving him enough privacy. His hand found his phone on his side and an unattended laptop, the movie had a long end.. the replay button has been on the screen for probably hours. Glad the earphone didn’t pull his laptop. He set it aside and stretched his limbs, muffling a satisfied groan when relief flooded his muscles and meridians. ‘Is it lunch.. or dinner? What if breakfast?’ he asked mentally, half disoriented. Ren glances at the closed barrier and wonders if Mizuki is sleeping.. but knowing her, she’s probably sorting out some papers for the business meeting or whatever project she has in Boston.

“Why that of all the sculptures and other arts in the library?” She shrugged her shoulder. “I don’t know. I’m just drawn into it. It’s like when you enter a room and suddenly hear a faint sound of piano, the melody reaching out to you, as if summoning you closer.” A genuine smile crossed his lips. “The Prime is one of the ancient creatures in the world. They originated from this very land.” Chessa glanced at him. “You seemed to know about them. You also said they’re a fruit of sins and wars, right? Did you know who’s the artist that made them? I mean, they’re myth, aren’t they?”

Suddenly, the darkness shrieked. A flash of surgical white light erupted from the far end of the passage, blinding and absolute. The mountain’s heartbeat reached a crescendo, and the Soul Trial initiated. The light bypassed my retinas and flooded my marrow. Through the Shared Heat of the anchor, the mountain forced us into the architecture of the past. The Memory. I saw him—the First Prime. He was a silhouette of gold fire, a beast so immense he looked like a fissure in the sky. He wasn't being defeated by enemies. He was being dismantled by design.