The Novella Life of Illuscia Nester Himawari

I was very young when this event happened to me, young enough to be scarred for life by what I witnessed many years ago. I was probably around 3 or 4 years old I think, old enough to speak and walk to my knowledge, everything is fuzzy from that time, for good reason too. Currently, I live with my aunt and uncle, I have lived with them since they took me in because my mom wasn't really ready to raise a child just yet. I love my mother, but she is still a teenager at heart, still loving to party, drink, and doing drugs. Just like any person like this, whenever she drank or did drugs, she lost all sense of judgement and made a lot of bad decisions, one of these decisions, one that to this day, she is still unaware about, screwed me up for life. Back then, my mom didn't really live in a home of her own, she sort of just stayed the nights at her friend's houses, bringing me along with her. I would meet various people and children, but I never had time to make a dec...

The Puppet Man was man of cheer, whose puppets made people laugh all year. He lives with wife on Tabeth Lane, to make a person happy and not make pain. The Puppet Man so fulfilled is he, has puppets as far as the eye could see. One day, however his luck came to end, as a drunk driver turned quick on the bend. His truck filled with fuel blew a tire, and flew into the Puppet Man's home, now lit on fire. People came to put the fire out. The Puppet Man screaming, as he ran out. Tears of sorrow ran down his face, he lost everything, in his now destroyed place. The man who was drunk, soon brought to court was acquitted, the judge his cohort. The Puppet Man was brought to rage, and demanded the man be put into cage. The law would not help him, no reason why. So the Puppet Man deemed by his hand, the man shall die. And though he killed him, he was brought to trial. Given a fate worse then exile. The Puppet Man was hanged, his body now dead. But his spirit remained, new purpose to bring ...

Budapest, 18th century It was Christmas Eve. Everyone was on the way to the Theatre of the Puppets. There was this, really big, Christmas show, a really great spectacle. I was on my way too. It was a cold, dark night, thick clouds were covering the sky and snow was lightly falling from the sky. So many people were waiting in line. The Theatre was dark inside, gas lamps were lighting the stage, people were seated in their seats, me in the first row, and the curtain rose. Then the puppets came on the stage... there was one... two... three! Three puppets were coming on the stage, the Puppet Master held their strings high above. The puppets were almost human sized. Their skin looked like old, sick human skin. What a magical, mystery feeling was to see them dancing on the end of their silvery strings! The Puppet Master pulled one string, up went the leg, down went the head, he pulled one more and then, he let them all down. But the puppets were still standing. Suddenly they s...