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  • A Day to Forget.

    A little Halloween treat, enjoy!

    “I will share with you those last moments and then I will never speak of it again. The screams of her…” Leland went silent, holding back the moments that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

    After a few moments he continued; “August twenty-fourth in our advanced year. Sherra and I were on an excavation. It was a simple scrape of a few items of interest and then we would depart. The portal had gone through some odd warping, and at first, a brief disconnection of some sort. The crew was against moving forward unsure of how that would affect the time stamp, but commander Raik insisted it was fine, so we followed through.”

    Leland took up a glass of water; his shaking hand brought it to his mouth where he could hardly get a drink.

    Again, he continued; “Everything looked as it had looked before, we had been to this place many times. It was in constant moisture and the light of its sun was muffled, which exposed many different shades and colors across the lush landscape. Our procedure was the same, to get a few rock and water samples where we had unknowingly also gathered some micro-organisms that the science department wanted to explore in further detail. It was a simple mission, and everything seemed perfectly normal, until…”

    Leland covered his mouth and trembled for a brief moment.

    “As we were moving through some trees is when we spotted it. At first, we thought our eyes were playing tricks with the fog and lighting, but no… It was there. It was extraordinary at first, and we ducked down into the bushes to get some photographs. We had never seen anything like this in all the times that we had been there, at least fourteen times previous.”

    Looking at the small council that was across from him, ten men and women all writing as he spoke. Evaluating his story and mental state. Leland swallowed as he watched each of them for a moment before once again continuing with his experience.

    “Sherra lost her footing and leaned back to catch herself on a large rock. As she set her hand upon the rock… Something, unreal… It moved.”

    Now the man’s eyes began to look wild as if he was there again in the presence of what had transpired.

    “I was standing right next to her and moved to catch her and keep us as quiet as we could… But the rock… The rock… It moved, it was not rock at all, it was some kind of living flesh, and it folded into her hand and held her. I tried to stifle her scream, but…”

    Leland started coughing and leaned forward into the palms of his hands; “It happened so fast. That.. Thing we saw, that stick, creature. It moved swiftly taking ahold of Sherra, it held her across the chest and the legs with its stick like grippers and began to eat her. No hesitation!”

    Now he fell forward onto his knees weeping, “Her screams! She screamed and it was eating her right through the suit to her flesh! And her face, I could see her face through her helmet, the horror… Terror!”

    At this point Leland was lost in the memory and incoherent of his surroundings. Two large male nurses came in quickly and subdued him, they sat him back into the chair and gave him a shot of tranquilizer which calmed him almost immediately. As he began to fade off, he just yelled out;

    “Damn you. Raik! The glitch altered the destination; we were off course by one fraction of a second! She’s gone! Raik! She’s gone! She was pregnant with our baby, Raik!!!

  • In Real Time.

    This is not sped up; this is just me drawing in real time. I used to do this at galleries and cafes; drawing upside down was fun for everyone and was an easy way to get folks to stop and enjoy the unfolding work. I loved the conversations that came from that, there is nothing more special than drawing and expressing creative ideas with good folks. Everything is mostly online now, and we are missing out on so much of each other and what it is to be human.

    I know folks like FB, so I have created a Facebook page to connect with other fellows and enjoy what everyone is producing. Use the link and follow and I will absolutely follow back! Thank you.

  • Ever circling sigh.

    And now we see the eve has come

    the sun it dips unseen to some.

    Morning chill it sets the day

    summer things they drift away.

    But love of spring will come to rise

    and colors with it to please the eyes.

    Let sleep the night with sounds of ease

    a starry song that drifts through trees.

    Cradling souls in dreams so sweet

    to wake among the summer’s heat.

    –

    That all may gleam fulfillment.

  • Like it was yesterday.

    There was a grave at the well

    and each step was a foot within

    even after all the signs and warnings

    they steeped themselves into the pit

    all the squirming and splashing about

    as they sang and danced away

    picking sides from random choices

    useful idiots 101.

    –

    But the heat built up

    and no one knew it

    till it was foaming down the sides

    now the dancing has ceased

    and their features puffed up

    face down in the lying grave.

  • The Creator.

    Ever flowering scent of life

    always reaching for the sun

    where the sky and stars are waiting

    and the moon is ever waning

    here the glory lays within

    the depths of the sowing Earth.

    –

    Though some may never bloom

    they share their vibrant colors

    clinging to the varied grounds

    where life forms take their shape

    to see all that rests within

    the hands of loving grace.

  • Discernment 101.

    Corrosion grows as well

    unlike fruits from good soil

    it molds from many angles

    different shades of elements

    that eat and corrupt its way

    bending and twisting your sway

    truth becoming their decay

    can you see through the rot of their way?

    –

    Was quite simple to understand

    but the more they convoluted

    the more your will did bend

    and the more you bend the less you see

    then truth becomes, ‘what will be’

    you are reset and no longer free

    once a rock was the key

    Now it’s the digital decree.

    –

    What am I?

  • The transparent mirror.

    Dark things uncover that which we prefer to bury, but at what depths shall we consider enough? We have shovels piled high in the closet and skeleton’s waving bye-bye, but they never really leave you know, and drown you in whispering sighs.

    By the time you think you recover, they have groan in mass and are calling. Never cease to be alone after that from which you have stolen. They creep up through your skin, and flutter about in your stomach, slithering up to the heart where they eat till their bellies are swollen.

    Cry! You cry out, but the flesh is a salty dish, you hover over your grave and pick at the coffin in vain. When can you be free from the mortals you have stolen, from the lives that are splitting your brain..?

    Never; laughs your consciousness as it places the knife in your hand. “Now out you go into darkness and prey,” are the simple words it relays. And every step and trudge you take over and over it plays. Till shadows are dancing in lights ray, taking you farther and farther away.