Writing 10:53 am
Sharp edged shadows fall
Cast by bright sun shining
On fallow ground and growing.
Landscapes new to see
In everyday scenes showing
In something new discovering.
Reality, solid ground
From most minds hiding
But keen eyes dreams are finding.
In daylight and night darkness
Surprises good and bad are sliding
Into, out of, view - reminding
What to do, to say, to dream?
Chances, prospects are you seeing?
Hopes and dreams come into being.
General 1:41 pm
Bright the morning
The day is dawning
New the day
Chance a’borning
Sun at apex
Clouds are gathering
Shadows fall
Doubts are growing
Rain falls soft
The streets clean washing
Cool wind blows
Stale thoughts clearing
The west horizon
Sunset lighting
Bright color brings
Hope renewing
Darkness falls
But bright stars pricking
The velvet night
of Light reminding
Writing 12:20 pm
Darting, dancing
bouncing, laughing.
Light and joy
fun and prancing.
Dust motes flirt
with sunbeams shining.
Spirits rise to
new things trying.
Fly or fall
in all things learning.
Stretching, bending,
yearning, sharing.
Challenges and Exercises and Writing 11:13 am
This is a new challenge for myself. I’m always coming up with a couple of sentences or an idea that might be the kernel of a story. Unfortunately I rarely write them down or do anything with them. So I’m going to try to write them here and possibly even do something with them. We’ll see how it goes.
Here’s the first Little Bit :
The stately path the stars traveled had not altered for eons. Or so the scholars had said for as long as they had studied them. They might even have been right.
But studying the past did not prepare them for the present. All their studies, all their notes, helped them not at all when the stars stopped their nightly dance.
Challenges and Writing 12:40 pm
They were crouched on the floor of their room, waiting for Mikhail.? The streets were full of angry and confused people, some of them resorting to violence to express themselves. No one knew what was going on or who was in charge.
Justin shifted in front of Nessa as the door swung open, then relaxed as he recognized Mikhail. He had no clue what to do, how to get through the streets safely, but the captain would.
——
Mikhail studied the two civilians in front of him. They had done well to get as far as they had, but things were getting dangerous out there, even for his men.? “You sure you don’t want me to take that container off your hands, Justin?”
The young man only shook his head. “I appreciate your help, but…”
“You don’t completely trust me. I know. We’ll wait for dark to move then.”
—–
It had been full dark for two hours before they ventured into the streets, keeping to the shadows and the side streets. They were noticed, but no more so than many of the others who were still on the streets. No one hassled them or tried to stop them.
Justin and Mikhail had to help Nessa over the wall that separated them from their goal. It slowed them down just enough.? Justin dropped to the ground and the captain and Nessa started to move away from the wall.
There was a flash of white light, followed by orange flames and then the explosion sent them all tumbling.
Challenges and Writing 5:36 pm
The dust cleared and as the ringing in her ears died away, Nessa rolled over. Something resembling a gymnastic move succeeded in getting her out from between the wall and the debris. Taking a deep breath, her dark eyes scanned the chaos, searching.
Where was Justin? He’d only been a few feet from her when the explosion happened. He’d been talking with the captain.? Despite his dislike of the military, Justin and the captain had become friends of sorts, finding similar motivation from the circumstances they found had found themselves in.
Nessa found herself moving forward as she recognized the captain climbing from a pile of debris. As she arrived at his side, she heard a familiar voice cursing. They both started grabbing debris and moving it, throwing it aside.? It took both of them to move the final piece, the one that pinned Justin’s ankle to the ground.
She threw herself at Justin, her arms encircling him as she buried her head in his shoulder, grateful that he was alive and uninjured.? Justin, wrapped one arm around her, but his attention was on the captain.? He shifted, dug something out of his pocket and tossed it to the other man.? “I don’t care what you do with it, Mikhail. Just keep it away from Nessa and me.”
The captain studied the small container, something like a film canister, for a moment. “This will put things right again, Justin.? Thank you. But I can’t let you and Nessa take your chances while there’s still rioting. Come with me, at least until things have settled down some.”
Justin grimaced, then looked down at Nessa, who was still holding him tightly. That seemed to decide him. “All right. But only until things quiet down. I just want to go home.”
Challenges and Writing 12:38 pm
It wasn’t often the average citizen of Raethes crossed paths with the powers that controlled the country.? Few citizens would have refused the first invitation, much less the second. Fewer still would still be protesting the meeting when government security arrived to escort them to it.
Justin was one of those few.
After all that had happened, everything that he and Nessa had seen, he wanted nothing more than to return to the life he’d had before all the excitement.? Well, his old life with one alteration - Nessa.
It seemed that a quiet life was not to be allowed them though. David Mestiere felt a need to meet with them and credit Justin and Nessa with the safety of the government during the recent events.? How the man had jumped to that conclusion, Justin still didn’t understand, but they were apparently stuck with results.
He and Nessa had never had a chance to escape the capitol city. Given Mestiere’s persistence, it was unlikely that they’d have succeeded even if they’d managed to get home. And Justin couldn’t say that they’d been in any way mistreated, really.? The short trip from their accommodations had been comfortable enough and the room they were currently waiting in was far more elegant than what they were used to.
None of that meant that Justin had to be happy about it.
Challenges and Writing 1:13 pm
So, I was looking for something to shake things up a little in my head. Didn’t have a clue how to do it until I was trying to get to sleep the other night. I always tell my stories from the beginning. Why not try telling one from the end - telling it backward, one scene at a time. So here goes.
General 2:37 pm
So, 2008 crept up on me.? ? Here we are, almost through the first month, and I’m just now starting to come up with a plan for the year.
My plans so far:
That’s the game plan so far…. I’m sure there’ll be other things I’ll be adding to it in the next few weeks.
General 11:48 am
This weekend I lost one of my cats.? His name was Sam and he was playful, curious and lovey. He brought out the best in both my other cats and he loved having visitors.
I’m not going to put his picture here, though its up at Grabbag-Pics. Sam is the grey kitty.
I would love to write a wonderful poem or eulogy for him, but right now I can’t.? The loss is too fresh, too close.
Sammy, we miss you. If you run into Greyghost wherever you are, tell him hello. And if you’re picking out my next kitty for me - no more grey kitties, k?