Chapter 1: The Mystery Begins In this first chapter of the enchanting tale, "Magic Pussy," the reader is introduced to the captivating world of Milly, a young girl living in the small village of Riverside. Milly, an imaginative and adventurous soul, discovers a magical secret hidden within her beloved pet cat, Whiskers. The story unfolds on a sunny afternoon, as Milly embarks on a wild adventure through the nearby woods with Whiskers faithfully by her side. As they venture deeper into nature's embrace, Milly stumbles upon a mysterious clearing that radiates an otherworldly aura. Intrigued, Milly approaches the center of the clearing, drawn in by an ethereal light emanating from the ground. To her astonishment, the source of this enchantment appears to be a glowing, shimmering orb nestled amidst the grass.
To her astonishment, the source of this enchantment appears to be a glowing, shimmering orb nestled amidst the grass. Mesmerized by its beauty, Milly tentatively reaches out to touch it. In that very moment, a surge of energy courses through Milly's body, intertwining her essence with the magical orb.
Long lived tree curse
Once you had garden of Eden,
Now you have this. Vegas.
A playpen in the desert. Bliss.
Here, 5,000 years of Civilization
Can be experienced in an instant.
Have a nice day. Enjoy.
For in a flash it could all be over.
Kings, emperors, deities
Craven images cast in plaster, neon lit.
Look on my works,
Ye mighty, and despair.
The smell of money in the air
A tawdry son-et-lumière
(A one-way street going nowhere.)
Your immortals are mortal, they were once flesh and blood.
Escape the delusion, the noise and pollution,
The true immortals are made out of wood.
They call us Bristlecone Pines.
They call me Methuselah.
Methuselah, Methuselah, this human
christens me, for he has counted
The candles on my cake. 4,600.
Am celebrity now and no mistake.
Am named. Am given voice.
The years, like necklaces bestow
a wisdom, humankind can never know.
Millennia, they come and go.
Have no eyes, but have seen it all
Ancient civilizations that you can
Only read about, Methuselah has sensed.
Am not part of history. No,
History is parts of me.
Unlike words, tree-rings never lie.
One year was freezing cold and dark
The sun was hidden in the sky
I tasted brimstone and it left its mark
Like a noose tightening, like a charred wreath.
What is this thing, I thought, called death?
You can read me like a book
Open me up and take a look:
History laid bare, a garland here
a crown there. Plain as a pikestaff
for all to see. Each year jotted down by me.
The state of the nation, an annual report
in ever decreasing circles. The wheels
of fortune, the cycles of despair.
If I had lungs I would be coughing
A throat, I would be parched
If I had eyes they would be stinging
Flesh, it would be scorched.
Sulfur, smoke and cinders
enfold me like a shroud
There is no silver lining
only poison in this cloud.
Water, water everywhere and not a drop.
To think that down there, battery trees
Like plumped up turkeys stand proud and vain.
Bloated and unaware that they are but a switch's
throw away from death.
Water, water not forever.
For twenty-four hours a day, fountains play,
Spraying graffiti that mocks a desert kept at bay.
But nature has a way of saying "Enough."
After the pride there comes the fall
After the boom, the bust.
Remember man that thou art dust,
And unto dust.
Men drop to the earth like leaves
Lives as brief as footprints in snow.
Bristlecones enthroned on top of the world
Watch civilizations come and go.
They seek our secret, immortality,
But search in vain, for it is vanity.
If truth be known I would rather
be a flower, or a leaf that lives
and breathes with brief intensity.
My life is as thin as the wind
And I am done with counting stars.
On the side of this mountain
I might live forever,
Could you imagine anything worse?
My name is Methuselah and this is my curse.
| Roger McGough is one of Britain's most celebrated poets. The author of more than 50 books of poetry, McGough is a regular contributor on BBC Radio's "Poetry Please" and the World Service. McGough won a Tony award for his lyrics in the Broadway production of The Wind in the Willows and was nominated for an Emmy for his lyrics in the film version of The Wind in the Willows. He co-authored the script for the 1968 movie Yellow Submarine. McGough received the Order of the British Empire in 1997. He lives in London. |
As the light subsides, Milly realizes something extraordinary has occurred. However, she remains blissfully unaware of the extent to which her life is about to transform. Returning home that evening, Milly shares her discovery with her parents. As supportive as they are, they struggle to comprehend the magnitude of what Milly has encountered. Milly's mother, Mrs. Patterson, lovingly ponders over the strange occurrence, while her father, Mr. Patterson, remains skeptical but intrigued by the possibilities. Night descends upon Riverside, awakening a restlessness within Milly. Unable to sleep, she finds herself drawn to Whiskers' rhythmic purring. As she gazes into his eyes, Milly is astonished as she sees a spark of magic hidden deep within them. It is as if Whiskers harbors a secret connection to the orb she encountered earlier. Unbeknown to Milly, a powerful force has been unleashed within her and Whiskers. As they embark on this unexpected journey together, they will uncover ancient legends, encounter trials and tribulations, and develop a bond that transcends the ordinary. Chapter 1 of "Magic Pussy" sets the stage for an exhilarating adventure where magical mysteries and extraordinary revelations await our young protagonist. As Milly and Whiskers brace themselves for the unknown, readers too find themselves captivated by the allure of visions, secrets, and the boundless power of the magical pussy..
Reviews for "The Magic Pussy: Chapter 1 and Its Significance Unveiled"
1. John - 1 star
The first chapter of "Magic Pussy" was a complete disappointment. The storyline lacked depth and the characters were poorly developed. The dialogue seemed forced and the writing style felt amateurish. Additionally, the sexual content felt gratuitous and unnecessary, distracting from any potential plot development. Overall, this book is a clear example of a poorly executed attempt at erotic fiction.
2. Sarah - 2 stars
I was really hoping for a stimulating and engaging read, but "Magic Pussy" failed to deliver. The writing was mediocre at best, with clichéd phrases and predictable plot twists. The characters lacked any real depth or relatability, making it difficult to invest in their story. Furthermore, the explicit sexual scenes felt more explicit than sensual, bordering on crude. I regretfully cannot recommend this book to anyone in search of quality erotica.
3. Mike - 1 star
I found "Magic Pussy" to be a dull and uninspiring read. The writing was flat and lacked any creativity or originality. The characters were one-dimensional and lacked any real depth. The dialogues were stilted and unrealistic, making it difficult to connect with the story. Additionally, the constant focus on sexual encounters seemed forced and took away from any potential for a meaningful story. Overall, this book was a great disappointment.