Creative Beings – Part 2

Ral kept his face-plate up, allowing the cool breeze to pull the sweat from his too young face.  His enemies must have thought him mad.  Perhaps they were right.

Ribs crunched beneath breastplate, screams of the dying echoed across the field filling Ral’s ears with sweet music.  Music that he made, with the help of the other soldiers of course, but they were secondary.  He was the artist, the choreographer that put it all together and made art.

A maniacal grin split Ral’s face as he pulled his shield back from the destroyed foe, only to sweep at the man with his longsword, taking the stunned, stumbling, faceless man just beneath the helm.

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#WeekendCoffeeShare – A Good Week

cappuccino on tableIf we were having coffee, I’d say that it’s late and that I probably shouldn’t be drinking this as I raise cup to lip and take yet another sip.  You would know that this is not the first time that I’ve indulged at too late an hour though, and tell me that I’ll be fine.  And you’re probably right about that, by the way.

So, might I get you a cup of something?  Coffee, tea, water, or juice?  You may as well indulge with me, and follow me down the path of poor nighttime beverage decisions.  Don’t worry, I’ll lead the way.

2017 is absolutely flying by.  Weeks seem like days, days like minutes, and so on, and so on.  I can say though, that the past week was a fairly good one as I did some of the things that I’ve been missing out on lately.  Those things included writing a bit, strumming the ole guitar, running, and bike riding.

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Troubles in Pleasantville

Tess pulled her hair up, exposing the solar system adorning her neck.  It was her favorite tattoo and fitting for her as it reflected the origin of her hippy parent’s given name, Planetes.  The greek for planets, meaning wanderer.  The word had described her parents perfectly.  She wasn’t so sure that it fit her.

A mix of dirt and small gravel rock crunched a rhythm  beneath her feet as she ran down the two lane road and past a newly sprouted corn field, before turning down a dusty dirt path strewn with brown pine needles.  A mile in, she found her stride and her breathing matched up as she watched the evening sun sink into the forest before her.  Not everything in Pleasantville was perfect, but this was.  This was her sanctuary.  The peace of an evening trail run.  Now she wondered if that had changed.  Had she lost that peace?

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Creative Beings

“At our core, we are all creative beings.  Whether or not you can see it now, is irrelevant.  You will see it, as all do, eventually.”

The words came back to Ral at the strangest times.  They would often snap him to attention, to a greater perception of himself.  At those times, he would travel back and hear the words new again, as if they had been spoken only moments ago.

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The Break-up

“So that’s  it then?”

Bob’s voice was soft to the point of  timidity.  That irritated Sharon more than anything.  A man like Bob, a big, broad, hulk of a man, should not sound timid.  Not when faced with certain death and definitely not when faced with a hundred pound, goth girl who just wanted him to go away.

“Yeah, that’s it.  I can’t take it anymore.  And don’t look at me like that.  You had to know this was coming.  Even you’re not that dumb.”

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Hindsight

cappuccino on table

“What can I get you to drink this morning?”  She was tall and thin with mid-length hair pulled back tight against her head to form a small pony tail in the back.  A few strands pulled free from the bonds of the rubber band to fall across her forehead and threaten her eyes.

“Just a cappuccino please,” I replied.  “Oh, and a water.  That should do me for this morning.”  She disappeared around the corner, leaving me alone with a view of the street beyond my red cloth covered table.

The restaurant, more of a cafe really, was small with a dining room, deck, and a pastry case boasting all sorts of Italian sweets.  I gave them a good inspection upon arrival. Continue reading