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Egon Pohl's Award Winning Novel STARS: All Flashbacks

THREAD:  Egon Pohl's Award Winning Novel STARS: All Flashbacks
USER: johaisnthere

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          hey guys! so I managed to compile together all the flashbacks from Stars by Egon Pohl via use of a copy of the book online and I thought it'd be interesting to upload part to part as a whole. reading these by themselves is like reading a whole other book and it makes more things make sense. thoughts? give me a follow for more content

- Joha 

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STARS
CASS AND ANTONY, FLASHBACK 1
> CHAPTER 1, PAGE 1

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Stars.

They look down upon her, sprinkle and pool into iris's black and deep as the sea, so darkly created that they mirror the sky. Northern lights waver in the night and like fish, the soft technicolor swims and swirls in her fishbowl eyes.

Untouchable.

She's a worthy successor between herself and infinity; it's like an atmospheric mother and daughter. Filled to the brim with the same clandestine brilliance, daughter follows in step of mother, their identities so alike that one day no one may ever tell that they were ever different. It sounds like Greek mythology because you'd expect such a thing of a goddess, but a person- how could such a thing be embodied by a person?

Antony ponders these things about his oblivious friend.

While Cass lays sprawled an inch deep in snow with only her coat to serve as barrier between herself and hypothermia, Antony sits smartly cross legged at her side, staring as curiously at Cass as Cass does at the stars. They've hardly known memorable life without each other, but Antony's never lost his curiosity or his fascination with things like Cass; predictable, beautiful, but incomprehensible. 

Antony can't recall when Cass transcended from her status as playmate up onto this pedestal, figuratively speaking, and became like a piece of strange, wonderous modern art. It seems that to Antony, when he wasn't looking, Cass became complicated. Then, suddenly, she had to be reevaluated in such a way that set Antony into an endless spiral where he desperately continued to claw for a soluble answer. He never even noticed it, really- not until he was truly, hopelessly caught in a web.

It's strange beyond superficial value. 

It's strange in the way of fate and defiance, strange in the way the moon could befriend the sun; they were never meant to remain in stride, Antony knew that well enough. An outsider may logically think that their ascribed similarities would fill any gaps, but that was never true. There is and always has been an ever widening gap between them, it pulls and tugs at their stubbornness, and it may never be bridged. 

They bloomed in the same garden, but they had always faced two different suns.

But still, they refuse to acknowledge this gap between them. So what always kept them holding on so tightly, then? This was a question Antony always played with until, one day, he realized that the answer was simple: it was obligation. They both fear and resent the concept of letting go of what exists and acknowledging what could become of the other without their presence. They've always been each other's constancy in an ever twisting, changing world.