The deep purple sky was broken up by clusters of stars. I’d been asked what my zodiac sign was by a human once, it intrigued me as I had no idea what they were talking about. She said you’d find the answer in the night sky. Ever since, I’ve looked up at the stars but nothing screamed out at me. This zodiac sign was obviously made up by these interesting beings.
Jupiter emerged in the distance getting me excited for my birth season. The human said she was born a Libra…Going by this confusing information Jupiter was my zodiac sign.
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Feb 1, 2021 19:22:46 GMT -6
It’s mid-July, and I’m sitting outside the coffeehouse on Monroe St. reading the horoscope. Geminis: keep your head up ‘cause change is coming your way quickly. Libras: make room for Saturn in your tenth house. Shit. I wish I could afford ten houses. Should have been born a Sagittarius. Looks like they’ll be rolling in dough again this week.
A horn blares. Now I’m on my feet, watching a man enter the crosswalk. He’s so busy laughing at his phone he doesn’t clock the garbage truck trying to beat the red – and succeeding.
Post by VolcanicDuck on Feb 2, 2021 0:38:58 GMT -6
He lied about when he was born. Who wanted to be a goat when one could be a dragon? Who wanted to be an Aeries when one could be a Scorpio? It seemed he was destined by birth to life of the ovine. A pitiful, pathetic existence, really.
But not anymore. Now, he was a mighty dragon, a treacherous scorpion, a force to be reckoned with.
“Ew,” she said. “I could never date a Scorpio.”
He twitched involuntarily, pretending not to care, watching her laugh as she walked away. The Zodiac Killer fingered the razor knife in his pocket.