It runs through the mountains, through the valley of flowers, under the black bridge, leaping over obstacles, the ground shakes as the giant beings close up upon it, its legs trying to grip the slippery surface of the land, leaping and darting through the rows of tall over bearing ledges.
It hides, bidding its time as the giants wanders around looking for it. Hours pass, it peeks its head out, the light of the day is gone, displaced by the darkness of the night, the white moon always there, always giving out its pale light, silhouetting it against the background of the night.
***
a short one here, it's about my hamster, well one of mine thats still alive I think, escaping it's cage, it has become a wild urban hamster, living it's life in the wilderness of my house... Some times you can see it darting under the shelf or the cabinet, scrounging for food.
sigh, I miss my hamsters
Sunday, September 14, 2008
clickety clack
clickety clack, clickety clack goes my keyboard button, words streaming out almost with out thoughts, what ever am I thinking right now, it's on the monitor
clickety clack clickety clack, these words of mine, are they mine or someones else, as I dream, pictures come forth, my fingers trasliterating them on my laptop
clickety clack, clickety clack...
clickety clack clickety clack, these words of mine, are they mine or someones else, as I dream, pictures come forth, my fingers trasliterating them on my laptop
clickety clack, clickety clack...
too disjointed
cant seem to make any new stories from my dreams right now, too disjointed, some are too airsoft skirmish related, damn I'm having some airsoft withdrawal symptoms hehehe...
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Ch.3; Paragraph 4
Light finally broke through the dust, soft light shining, showing all the carnage that happened in the past few hours. To his right, dozens of blackhawks that is used for medivacs are still smoldering, no longer able to take flight. To his left, the once white and gleaming hospital building, now a charred black ruin. he can see people limping around, people running and people strewn all over the field.
It was supposed to be a safe zone, a Green Area, but alas, it was not meant to be, as he assess his surrounding. He called out to his No.2, "Come on, we've got to a call to go to the Rear". No.2 called out to the other men of Chalk 4 and they followed him, they went to the rear by hitching a 4 tonne that was delivering the wounded.
As they rode in silence, he slowly runs his fingers on his 416...
***
And that's it I guess, a stab at writing a military style story. Not quite there yet, but I think it's not too shabby... I think I was watching too much of The Unit... got caught up with it, and Yay, 4th season is gonna start soon!
It was supposed to be a safe zone, a Green Area, but alas, it was not meant to be, as he assess his surrounding. He called out to his No.2, "Come on, we've got to a call to go to the Rear". No.2 called out to the other men of Chalk 4 and they followed him, they went to the rear by hitching a 4 tonne that was delivering the wounded.
As they rode in silence, he slowly runs his fingers on his 416...
***
And that's it I guess, a stab at writing a military style story. Not quite there yet, but I think it's not too shabby... I think I was watching too much of The Unit... got caught up with it, and Yay, 4th season is gonna start soon!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Carving his heart
He was feeling bad, in fact he was feeling wretched, all this ugly feeling is boiling in his heart, as he wandered aimlessly through the street.
As it so happens the sky started to pour down, he looks up, what started as a drizzle soon turned into a torrential rain, "Just great" he thinks as he took shelter underneath a canopy. he looked up into the sky cursing his bad day, as he looked at the dreary sky, the corner of his eye caught something.
It was a hideous thing, sitting on top of a building. A face so long and despondent, fangs coming at the corner of its mouth, hunched up looking as it is ready to take on any unsuspecting innocent. But no, contrary to its appearance, the hideous looking beast was a protector of some sort the man remembered, it was something he read, maybe it was on the net or was it in a book.
They are not meant to frighten you, in fact just the opposite, they are your guardians, beings who have taken up the grotesque look to scare away any bad beings, intruders of your realm. They are the guardians of your domain. They are the Gargoyles.
The rain has stopped, still with that curious thought he went to an art shop and bought some carving tools. As he got home he laid out the carving tools on the table. Turned on the light and sat down. he then proceeded to cut open his chest, took out his heart and laid it bare on the table.
Glistening with blood, the heart was beating steadily, and with calm hands the man started to carve the shape of the hideous being onto his heart. Little by little he took away the muscles, shaping it carefully in to the form of a gargoyle. After he was finished he put his heart back in and started to feel.
It felt good he thinks, no darkness, no jealousy, none of the bad feelings he was feeling earlier in the day. In fact he didn't feel anything at all...
***
Humm this is one of those twilight dreams, it's early in the morning and I cant sleep, i did read something about the gargoyles, I think thats why I wrote this piece...
As it so happens the sky started to pour down, he looks up, what started as a drizzle soon turned into a torrential rain, "Just great" he thinks as he took shelter underneath a canopy. he looked up into the sky cursing his bad day, as he looked at the dreary sky, the corner of his eye caught something.
It was a hideous thing, sitting on top of a building. A face so long and despondent, fangs coming at the corner of its mouth, hunched up looking as it is ready to take on any unsuspecting innocent. But no, contrary to its appearance, the hideous looking beast was a protector of some sort the man remembered, it was something he read, maybe it was on the net or was it in a book.
They are not meant to frighten you, in fact just the opposite, they are your guardians, beings who have taken up the grotesque look to scare away any bad beings, intruders of your realm. They are the guardians of your domain. They are the Gargoyles.
The rain has stopped, still with that curious thought he went to an art shop and bought some carving tools. As he got home he laid out the carving tools on the table. Turned on the light and sat down. he then proceeded to cut open his chest, took out his heart and laid it bare on the table.
Glistening with blood, the heart was beating steadily, and with calm hands the man started to carve the shape of the hideous being onto his heart. Little by little he took away the muscles, shaping it carefully in to the form of a gargoyle. After he was finished he put his heart back in and started to feel.
It felt good he thinks, no darkness, no jealousy, none of the bad feelings he was feeling earlier in the day. In fact he didn't feel anything at all...
***
Humm this is one of those twilight dreams, it's early in the morning and I cant sleep, i did read something about the gargoyles, I think thats why I wrote this piece...
it waits
It sits on its perch gathering dust
sitting
waiting
it's master is in a far away land
so it waits
and waits some more
there will come a day when the master returns
ready to take arms again
it will be ready to do his masters bidding
to wreak mighty havoc
to surge through the gate of justice
to claim its rightful place
in the hall of the heroes
***
Well this was a quick one, inspired by a conversation with my friend about my kit that's gathering dust at home.
This one is dedicated to all my geardo friends, may we take up arms and pose in the wannabe hall of shame in the near future!
sitting
waiting
it's master is in a far away land
so it waits
and waits some more
there will come a day when the master returns
ready to take arms again
it will be ready to do his masters bidding
to wreak mighty havoc
to surge through the gate of justice
to claim its rightful place
in the hall of the heroes
***
Well this was a quick one, inspired by a conversation with my friend about my kit that's gathering dust at home.
This one is dedicated to all my geardo friends, may we take up arms and pose in the wannabe hall of shame in the near future!
parallel
he wakes up with a start
heart racing
body covered in a damp sweat
what? where am I?
realizes he's in his own room
settles down
drifts back to sleep
random images
him running
him in the sun
him in different situations
always the same
wakes up
body aching
mysterious bruises appear on his body
unexplained cuts
but always
in his own room
who is he?
theres is many to choose from
each one is different
but each one has his face
***
Well if you guessed, it's about parallel worlds, with the world crossing into each other in the dream realm, I think there's more than one version of each of us out there, each created when we did or did not do something, each action creating a divergent parallel world... who knows? one can dream right?
heart racing
body covered in a damp sweat
what? where am I?
realizes he's in his own room
settles down
drifts back to sleep
random images
him running
him in the sun
him in different situations
always the same
wakes up
body aching
mysterious bruises appear on his body
unexplained cuts
but always
in his own room
who is he?
theres is many to choose from
each one is different
but each one has his face
***
Well if you guessed, it's about parallel worlds, with the world crossing into each other in the dream realm, I think there's more than one version of each of us out there, each created when we did or did not do something, each action creating a divergent parallel world... who knows? one can dream right?
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