This is the end

Submitted by Stellai on May 12, 2022 - 3:34pm

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This is the end

Hate to bring it to you, but we’ve got some really bad news. This will be our final contribution to this blog. Nona, Padmina and I are going to quit, which means that this will most likely be the last chapter of Stellai’s blog. The thing is…. the thing is………… Stellai is lost, gone, disappeared, vanished, maybe even dead….. . Last thing we know of her is that… well, you better read it yourself. But one thing is for sure and that is that there will be no new tale to tell you next time for her blog if she does not she turn up. So, as said, we hate to bring it to you, but you’ll really need to take into account that this will be our final contribution. No joke! Yeah, we know, it is a lot to take in, as her laptop’s history tells us that Stellai already started writing this blog in June 2014. WOW! We don’t know how it is with you, but June 2014… that was ages even before all of us here were created. Except for Koen. He claims to be even older than Stellai, but like Stellai used to say: “ Koen makes claims just about everything. So better not pay too much attention to that.” And that is exactly what Nona, Padmina and myself have decided to, as we thought it to become rather suspicious that it was just Koen feeding us with words Stellai presumably should has spoken to him, which could not be checked by none of us, because according to Koen it was some kind of transcendental connection the two of them have …. How convenient!

So this is going to be his last chapter telling you about Stellai’s attempts to get home. It may be the truth, or it may be just another fictionist’s tale of our creator. Who knows! But fact is that by the time of publication Stellai is still not home and we ourselves have no idea where she really is. And so, unless we are presented with some very convincing visual evidence of her presence alive and well, this will be the final chapter of her blog. And that's why we've not added a new photo series, but a specially selected number of photos from multiple occasions in the past with Stellai in focus. We’re convinced that you will like them as much as we do.

Stellai’s personal editorial team

Dibby, Nonamy and Padmina

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Knock-knock…

Who’s there?

Come on Stellai, you know who’s there. It’s just an imaginable door that keeps our thoughts apart and I am the only one to talk to you transcendentally, or whatever you like to call it*. Can you please give me an update on your whereabouts, as is has been weeks already since we have last heard from you. Last thing that you have told us is that you went ashore after you had sunk a fishing boat and that you were looking at lots and lots of sand ahead of you.

(*Dibby: Hey Koen, isn’t this exactly the same opening as last time?!)

A fishing boat? Did I sunk a fishing boat? I do not recall. I am sorry. My thoughts are a bit vague lately, as is my memory and my eyes and my entire being for that matter. Must be the sand. It is everywhere, you know, the sand. And rocks. And sun. You have no idea what I would give for a cloudy sky.

Stellai. Are you well? You do not sound well at all, you know. You sound like someone close to dying in the deep of a desert due to starvation from water, but you do not need water and you cannot starve. So, what is going on? And where are you? What is the last location you recall?

My last location…. I am currently going down a sand hill and before that I was on top of that sand hill and before that I was down another sand hill and so on. There is just sand here. There is no location. There is just sand. And rocks. And sun….

Didn’t you see anyone since you came ashore?

I don’t….. wait, it is coming back to me, yes, there was a town. And cars. And giant size female dolls with beards.

Female dolls with beards? That sounds unlikely.

When a doll is wearing a long dress then it is reasonable to presume that it is styled underneath like a female doll, right? But here is seems to be custom to put beardy male heads on female bodies. It is probably some kind of local fetish.

No, In the region where you are it is custom for men to wear robes. There is no beardy female inside these clothes. You can trust me on this.

And there are giant size moving tents that look like black ghosts…. They also have male styled dolls on the inside?

…Moving tents that look like black ghosts….no, these are all female.

All of them moving tents only have female dolls on the inside? No male dolls? How can you be so sure? But indeed, the one I am going to describe in my report had a giant size female doll on the inside.

Your report?.... You interviewed a woman in a burqa?….

I am a reporter, need I remind you. And these moving tents instantly got my eye. So, yes I was most eager to interview the doll that was inside that tent… burqa… burqa tent. Though I admit that this was not the only reason because I also reckoned that doing an interview on the inside of that tent also was going to give me some shelter for that demon sun. The sunlight here is so intense that it was really getting on my nerves.

Of course was not going to be a real interview because the dolls here speak a completely incomprehensible language, so it was going to be physical communication and observation. But that’s fine by me. So I waited for a tent to pass by and then left the spot in which I was hiding from the sun, quickly followed the moving tent and then crawled underneath to the inside. I expected to find something like the cabin of our trailer tent. Something with wheels to make it moving. It turned out that the entire tent was filled with just one giant size female doll from which I could only see the legs, buttocks and a rather hairy twat. But for an interview these are useless. You really need the head. So I decided to climb one of the legs to look for the head, but then things got a little bit out of hand….

You climbed the leg of a Muslim woman wearing a burqa…. Yes, I can imagine it got out of hand. Poor woman! You must have given her the fright of her life.

Hey! Do I need to remind you that unlike most dolls I very well know how to gently climb a giant doll’s leg! I was fully aware that she had not seen me entering the burqa tent, so I did the announcement call by the book and I made sure I was most gentle when climbing her leg. So her reaction to start screaming like crazy, as if I was brutally attacking her was completely overrated. And I refuse to take any blame for it. How was I supposed to know that this giant size female doll inside this burqa tent has issues with dolls climbing her legs?!

Nothing but a miracle that you are still in one piece… That is, you are still in once piece, I hope?

I admit it was a close call, but yes, everything on me is still in place, though I have had to run for my life.

She tried to stomp on you, I take it?...

That wasn’t the worst. Her screaming had alarmed just about every bearded and non-bearded giant within a mile radius and they all came after me, throwing huge rocks at me, from which there is an abundance of them in this area. They literally chased me out of town for miles and miles.

And now you are somewhere walking in the desert……. Do you recall a name of that town and what direction are you heading?

Sorry, they don’t do sign plates for cities in hell. The closest to a name I can give you is Ras Makadrah or Maradakah or something like that. It was printed on a postcard in a giant size shed with a sign on the front that read "Super Market".

…. So you went to a supermarket….

I needed sunglasses.

…. without any money…..

I was willing to trade my harpoon for it, but the minute the giant behind the counter noticed me he chased me out of the shed. Maybe I should not have entered his shop with my pants over my head.

…. and with your pants over your head.

Yeah, to cover my eyes for the sun. It was killing me.

You don't have any underwear under those pants. So you were shopping half naked with your pants over your head in an Islamic shop.....

Oh. Come on. You do not really think he chased me out of that shed because of my naked butt. The shed was close to the beach. Surely they have no problem with nudism over here.

I would not be so sure about that. In fact the opposite.

As for that town, I think you will have to go back to it. You cannot just cross a desert unprepared. You will get lost.

I am not going back to that town!