All the best villains are called X

Note*: today is actually 202 words, a combination of yesterday and today’s. I can bend the rules can’t I?

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Men fought bloody duels for me, nations were torn apart by wars because of me and a king’s ransom pales in comparison to me. A fool’s gold, a poor man’s treasure.

I am the magical box; I can take you anywhere you desire, for the small price of your love.

I can be your world, if you want it, if you merely reach out and grasp it- I can be yours for a day. The prize of a lifetime, a prize only a fool would come to reject.

The craftsman who built me was a poor man, who sought to travel the world
he only heard from the stories from passing travelers.

Hungry for knowledge and see new sights, he decided to craft the most ordinary looking box, but inside it, on all four walls was a map of the world.

But he died without seeing the world, leaving only his wish in a simple wooden box.

…and somewhere a little orphan girl opens me and she dreams of the Caribbean, after I would take her to Paris

I am the magical box, so just open me and I can take you anywhere you desire, for the small price of your love.

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I was born to be a star.

Not the ones in the sky dummy, an actor, or talented film maker, I have the works baby, the whole package, what more can you ask for?

How do I know you ask? Darling, check out the strip of film from my shell, isn’t that proof?

I wasn’t meant to be into an omellete, or baked into a cake. I was meant for something great. Destiny said I had it in me.

I’m just an egg you say? How rude. I say was meant to be a star baby, I was meant to shine.

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You’re the apple of my eye. You’re the apple of my eye…

My eyes were gouged out with a paring knife accompanied by holes where my nose could have been, a lipless mouth revealing my evenly shaped teeth grinning for the whole of eternity to haunt you.

A noteworthy skull peering from the face of some half chewed on apple.

Can you see the sinister darkness lurking from the depths of my empty sockets?

I’m saying, come join me sometime for a scare or two, but I see that your death is still far off. Well no matter, I can wait.

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We cast out our own die.

Wherever it leads we can only walk forward and never look back.

So come on board, take the gamble of your life and throw the dice.

Toss it into an overflowing wine glass, and fervently hope it was the right choice.

There is no turning back however, for it was the only choice we’ve committed ourselves to.

Of course, the water will spill and the dice would sink rock bottom, making an audible clink against glass.

Do we somehow find consolation that the dice lands on uneven ground and the answers we seek become vague?

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If I had my way, I’d made her dance to the score of strawberries and waltz her across the room and watch her face light up with delight.

Strawberries were her favorite, dipped in chocolate or half-immersed with whipped cream or coated with simple sugar. I’d like to watch her face explode in an expression of complete estacsy, as if eating strawberries was better than sex.

She’d like to dance too, to my livid musical scores and compositions. I’d like to think Strawberry, the nameless dancer danced to my own little tune and I was the puppet master controlling her strings.