work in progress

"Let me see through your eyes. Let me look inside your soul. I want to see where you've been. I want to see what you've done." I whisper to the sleeping man.
His hair is turning gray at the top, although I am sure that he hasn't hit fifty. I sit watching him sleep. He snores gently and his chest rises slowly with each long breath.
He is beautiful. Sleep persuades our souls to show upon our faces, and his is a face of utter peace.
He sighs and rolls over to face me. Standing now, I move a little closer to his bed. "Please." I whisper. "Please."
I feel faint. Like my body is on air. Only I can't move. It is as if I am flying on the wind while caught in a net.
Suddenly my body convulses. In silent pain I double over; head on the ground. It feels like my insides are on fire. It's as if I am being ripped into two pieces. Inside my head there is nothing, nothing but the sound of pain. Pain sounds different to everyone. But it is always the ones you love screaming.
To a new father it might be his wife and child screaming their hearts out. To me it is the man before me on the bed, without a care in the world.
I feel myself leaving. My body stays put but my spirit moves. I seem to drift away like a leaf in the fall. I can see my body get up awkwardly and turn around. There is nothing in my eyes. My face is blank. I see myself walk out of the room and down the hall. Joints stiff, moving robotically my body makes it back home.
It is odd to drift. I wonder if anyone can see me. Will he wake up and cry out in fear of a ghost?
I won't give him the chance. I float my way to him. I've never done anything like this before. I reach out to stroke his cheek. I can feel tiny hairs poking through the skin on his chin. He doesn't stir. I wonder if he can feel me. When he wakes up, will he remember the gentle wind on his face in the night?
I feel a pulling sensation. My spirit is being pulled towards him. I can not stop myself. He turns in his sleep and now lays on his back. My soul lies upon his body like a sheet, then slowly sinks within him.
If a spirit can breathe, I'm hyperventilating! I am running. Running away from something. I am on a beach and I am running from something unknown. I feel it near, something in my unconsciousness tells me it is catching up. I try to run faster, but my legs won't move. They are dead weights and I struggle to keep going. Closer and closer the unknown fear approaches. When I am sure it has me blackness suddenly consumes all. I hear heavy breathing and I start to distinguish were I am. I am back in his room. Could it all have been a dream? I sit up, but I'm not controlling myself. I walk, against my will, down the hall and to the bathroom. My face turns to took in the mirror.
I gasp. It's him! He opens the cabinet besides the mirror and takes out a bottle of pills. Back to the sink we go. He turns on the water and pops open the bottle.
He shakes out an orange pill. Then two more. He pauses, and finally shakes one more out. All four go into his mouth. He cups his hands under the running water and raises them to his lips. I can feel the cool water rush down his throat, along with the little round pills.
They seem to take effect quite quickly. We wobble a little bit. Then grab the edges of the sink. We feel faint again. But its not the same kind of faint as before.This time its a heavy quilt thrown over the both of us. Lulling us into unconsciousness.
Our legs give out and our hands loose their grip on the sink. We lay on the bathroom floor. All I can hear is his heavy breathing, slightly muting the running water.
Slowly but surely we fall asleep. His dreams are a remembrance of the past.
I can see him, as a young boy. He looks to be about thirteen or fourteen. His hair is just as long as it is now. Though it isn't gray. He is holding a small bottle. Inside are the same orange pills. He looks around nervously and quickly gulps one down. He puts the bottle away and moves over to a bed. A smile flickers across his face before he passes out.
Black again. Then I feel like I'm rushing back to the present. I am floating. Floating up, out of a pool or a lake. I finally reach the surface. I can see. My soul has left his body.
He is still on the floor. The water is still running. But something is wrong... I can't hear him breathe, there is no rise of his chest. I float towards him and listen closely. I hear nothing. No heart beat. I slowly sink into him once more, and succumb to the darkness.

workin on a new one hang tight. its coming along slowly, but surely. its really freaky and i don't quite know where im going with it yet.. but it shall go SOMEWHERE! haha!

from: the martian chronicles

from The Luggage Store
"Earth changed in the sky.
It caught fire.
Part of it seemed to come apart in a million pieces, as if a gigantic jigsaw had exploded. It burned with an unholy dripping glare for a minute, three times normal size, then dwindled.
'What was that?' Sam looked at the green fire in the sky.
'Earth,' said Elma, holding her hands together.
'That can't be Earth, thats not Earth! No, that ain't Earth! It can't be."
'You mean it couldn't be Earth,' said Elma, looking at him. 'That just isn't Earth; is that what you mean?'"

- Ray Bradbury

Just run,
keep running and don't stop for anything or anyone,
Run untill your lungs are on fire and your legs collapse.
But until then.. don't stop.

I can still see the scars on my wrists and ankles. Slightly purple with bruises. I remember where they came from as well.
Our town was visited by the Inquisitors... I never felt I had done anything wrong. I pray to the Lord everyday. I repent for my sins. I say grace before every meal. Yet they called me to them one day. I went of course. You don't refuse the Inquisitors. To do so would be an act of heresy right there.
"Marcus Dina. You have been accused of heresy." said the man in the robe. His hood went down toward his eyes and left a large shadow down to his nose. I couldn't seem to understand what he said. I stood there for a moment, a blank expression on my face. Then my poor brain understood.
I fell to my knees,"Please Lord!" I cried. "I have done nothing, nothing!" Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with him.
He would here none of it. Two men in armor roughly grabbed my arms and easily dragged me away. I stopped pleading but my eyes wouldn't dry.
The men dragged me down a hall and threw me into a cell. I landed in a heap on the filthy floor. I don't know how long I lay there. Days and nights are all alike in hell.
Eventually someone came for me. "Get up." he said. I tried to move and found myself somehow standing. "Now come along." My whole body was numb, along with my mind. I could not feel my legs moving, but I was still following him. He led me to a dark room where two hooded men were standing.
"Mr. Dina, would you like to confess?" The man on the left asked me.
"Confess to what, my lord? I have done nothing." My voice cracked and my eyes were swimming in tears again. I dropped to my knees again, "Please my lord, let me go. My wife and children will go hungry and my farm will be in ruins with no one to care for it."
"Enough!" said the man on the right. "It seems we will have to resort to different means."
What other means? I thought. What else could they do to me? I soon found out exactly what they could do to me.

"Come here."
I sighed and slowly got out of my desk. I audaciously walked down the aisle towards the teacher. His face was set in an austere expression. I could see the dislike in his hazel eyes; assaying me every step of the way. I imagined a baleful glow omitting from them.
I stopped about two feet in front of him. "Yes sir?" I asked, maybe a bit too loud. I wanted to assail him; let him know what I felt. But I contented myself by not breaking eye contact. This seemed only to antagonize him more.
"This class is not arbitrary, you can't just decide to do or not to do something." he asserted.
I felt attrited by both his gaze and his voice. I held my plot of arable ground for now.
He paused, possibly expecting a bandy of quick flying words with me. When none came he took a step forward, and seemed to augment before me.
"Just go sit down." he said weakly. Our eyes held gaze for a moment more before I turned to find my seat.
Safely seated. I retreated into the archives of my mind. I could picture him, a noble autocrat dressed in an array of finery, leading my class down a side walk. To his dismay, I took a step into the street. He ran to fix the one thing askew in his small world of power. He tried to complete the arduous task of getting me out of the street. He gave up when I was on the grass between the sidewalk and the road. He was seemingly content that I was out of the danger of the street, yet not as happy as he would be if I were on the sidewalk.
Math problems aroused me from my thoughts. Other students were giving him auspicious answers to his problems on the board. No one appraised me, it was as if I wasn't even there. They all ignored me as they apprised algebra. I put my head in my arms, feeling hot tears form at the corners of my eyes. Finally the bell rang, releasing us from his rule. I had lived through today but now I had to get through tomorrow.

I watched him mumble through the paper; glasses askew on his nose, his blue eyes slowly moving across the page.
His pointer finger of his left hand followed the words arduously.
Every once in a while he would pause for a moment and silently sound out a word. His lips moving with each syllable.
"Paw Paw?" I called from his lap.
He looked down, his eyebrows slightly raised.
"Whatcha readin'?" I asked.
"The Good Book." he replied. His voice was calm and deep.
"Oh.."
He continued to read, and his fingers gently turned a page.
258, I could read numbers.
"Whats it about?"
His finger stopped in the middle of a word. He looked down at me and smiled softly.
"Its about a lot of stuff."
I looked down at his hands again. They were rough, and strong. A workman's hands.
"Like what?" I put my small hand over his.
"Like Jesus, and God, and all of God's people." He turned his hand over and held mine gently.
"Oh.."
He went back to reading, still holding my hand.
Back and forth, back and forth we rocked. His foot keeping us in motion.
Soon I was fast asleep in my grandfather's lap, holding his hand while he read the Bible.

mmkay, time to write. its been a while since i last got on here.. so here goes nothin'!

So today mr. k gave us homework well, actually it was yesterday but i did it today ^^
we had to define some words, and write a sentence using the words properly.
These are some of the best sentences I came up with. (i always write sentence with an a instead of an e.... why??)

(love this sentence!)

I watched him mumble through the paper; glasses askew on his nose, blue eyes slowly moving across the page.


"The poor man is trying to become an autocrat." observed Kenny, shaking his head slowly.


I could only watch, teary eyed, as my brothers bandied my favorite stuffed animal high above my head.



they are each the beginning of a great story. the first one... i l o v e it ^^ heheh i think i'll use that one somewhere in my next piece..

The Solid River

I crossed a solid river,

In the middle I heard a sound

Like thunder.

But there were no clouds in the sky,

Only the lights of the stars.

I looked down and there were two lights coming near.

Just like the little stars;

Except bigger.

I was too terrified to move.

My mind said,

Run, run, Run!

But my legs couldn’t move.

The monster was just about to hit me when

I finally got control of my self;

I leaped out of its way.

It continued on going

Just as it had before

Down the solid river.

Faith

Some dream about faith.

Some build temples to house it.

Faith is free to run through a soul

Like a wild horse in an open meadow

Some keep it locked inside.

Yet others let it our with the key of their heart

Faith is complex.

Maybe you will find it by yourself.

But sometimes we need a little help to light

The candle of faith within us.

Let it fill your soul with zeal to

Know that there is faith in the world.

And it is for you.

Mr. Death

Mr. Death

He flattened his suit and straightened his tie.

“How am I going to get through all these appointments tonight?” he asked himself. He was a man of medium build, well kept hair, neat black suit, white undershirt, and a formal black tie.

“Ah well,” he sighed. “Better get going or I’ll never make it to Mr. Stonewall on schedule.” He reached for his cane and went out the door. As he walked down the street not a single person looked at him. He passed a group of children playing jump rope.

“Not your time yet, eh?” And of course it wasn’t any of their time yet. Because they didn’t see the man in the black suit with the cane, they couldn’t because he was Death.

He paused to look at his watch. “Oh, I’d better hurry! I must get to Mr. Stonewall before six o’clock.

He arrived at Mr. Stonewall’s apartment precisely as the church bells rang six. Mr. Death walked through the door.

“He…Hello?”

“Hello Mr. Stonewall. It is time to come with me.”

Mr. Stonewall was lying in his bed, looking as if he wasn’t strong enough even to sit up. “Who are you?” he asked.

“My name is Death sir, Mr. Death.” he answered with a bow.

Mr. James Stonewall took a deep breath and asked, “So it’s my turn to die is it?”

“Yes sir.” came the reply.

“Alright then.” Mr. Stonewall wearily got up from his death bed and followed the man in the black suit with the cane out of his apartment and into the evening world. “Do you enjoy your job Mr. Death?” he questioned.

“I do what I have to sir.”

They passed by the children playing jump rope again. They were laughing and playing without a care in the world. Mr. Stonewall paused to watch them jump. “But what if you had to take one of them Mr. Death?” he asked. “What if one of them died?”

“I don’t quite understand what you’re asking me sir.” said Mr. Death.

“Would you enjoy your job then Mr. Death?”

Mr. Death turned to him. “Few things can make this job enjoyable to me Mr. Stonewall. Very few! I do what I must sir. Now we must hurry please, I have a rather busy schedule tonight.”

Mr. James Stonewall sighed and said. “Of course. But may I ask you one more thing?”

“You just did, but ask away sir.” answered Mr. Death.

“Do you think I’ll go to heaven?”

“That sir,” said Mr. Death, “I can not say. I am very sorry but I do not know.”

“Of course.” said Mr. Stonewall depressed.

“Now sir, if you could please follow me?”

“Of course.”

Those were the last words of Mr. James Stonewall before he and the man in the black suit with the cane walked into the world beyond.

The Boyfriend

“The Boyfriend”

Cast:

Estelle Wyman
Michelle Esteva Keith RueCannes
Ann Rye Nicole Esteva Gloria Lynn

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Estelle’s House:

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Estelle Wyman- You’ve got to chose Keith!

Ann Rye- Ya Keith, choose!

Keith Rue Cannes- You know I can’t choose between two pretty girls.

Estelle- C’mon Keith! Don’t give us that crap!

Keith- Let me explain girls…

Estelle- Keith if you can’t choose I’ll…

Keith- Let me explain! I’ll think about it tonight and get back to ya’ll tomorrow. Ok?

Estelle- Fine

Ann- Whatever

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Later that night:

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Estelle- (To herself) Keith! I think he likes Ann better than me! Well I’ll fix that!

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At Ann’s house in the middle of the night.

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Estelle creeps into Ann’s room. She has a knife in her right hand. As silent as a fox she thrust the knife through Ann’s heart.

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Back at Estelle’s

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Keith- Ok Estelle I thought it over and I choose you.

Estelle- Oh Keith I knew you’d pick me!

Keith- I thought about it hard baby and I knew you were the one for me.

Estelle- Oh Keith

Keith- Hey baby why don’t I take you out to dinner on Friday night?

Estelle- That sounds wonderful Keith.

Keith- I’ll take you to the best restaurant in town ok? How bout I pick I pick you up at 8?

Estelle- I’ll be waiting!

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Friday Night

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It was 8:30 on Friday night and Estelle is still waiting for Keith to arrive. She decides to just go to the restaurant herself and look for him. Estelle walks into the restaurant and sits at a table. A few tables over she sees Keith sitting alone. Her face lights up, but then a girl comes to the table and sits down next to him.

Keith- Hey baby I missed you.

Michelle Esteva- You know I wasn’t away that long Keith.

Keith- I missed you still, let’s get something to eat.

Estelle storms over to Keith’s table.

Estelle- Who is this Keith?!?!?

Keith- Oh! Hey baby what you doin here?

Estelle- Don’t you remember? We had a date tonight!

Keith- I’m sorry baby but I just got kinda side tracked.

Michelle- Ya, so go hit the road creep!

Estelle storms off vowing to get that girl who stole her man.

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Estelle- (To herself) Ahh!! How could Michelle steal Keith away from me?!? He was mine! Rightfully. I guess I’ll just have to take care of her and her family. (psycho laugh) Mwahahahahahahaaa!!!

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Back at Michelle’s house Michelle is telling her family about the date.

Michelle- …and she just stomped over to our table and interrupted our supper!

Gloria Lynn- (Michelle’s Stepsister) Oh that’s just horrible! How could she!?

Michelle- I don’t know it was horrible, so I told her to shove off.

Nicole Esteva- (Michelle’s Mom) That girl must have been crazy…

Michelle- Well I’ve got to go to the store. I’ll be back in about 10 minutes.

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Michelle headed out the front door. Estelle Wyman hopped her back fence and landed in the yard. Suddenly there is two gunshots, two screams, two thumps. Estelle waits patiently for Michelle to arrive.

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Michelle enters her house.

Michelle- Mom, Gloria. I’m back!

Michelle gasps as she looks upon her mother and stepsisters body on the floor. She runs to them and kneels over their corpses.

Michelle- Oh my God!!! What happened?!? (crying) Noo, please God (now whispering) noo…

Estelle walks up behind her and pulls the trigger…

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We find Estelle at a diner. Keith is there.

Estelle- Hey Keith, look I’m sorry about Friday.

Keith- Its no problem baby, I dumped that chick after dinner.

Estelle- Soooo…. are you seeing anyone now?

Keith- Oh, no not since Michelle.

Estelle- Oh really?

Keith- I’d really like to hook up with you baby. I know I’ve made some mistakes but if you’re willing to forgive I’m willing to forget.

Estelle- Oh Keith!!

We begin to fade out as the kiss comes…

Poems

Maybe one day we’ll all say

We should have seized the day

We had a chance

To sing and dance

But instead we wasted away

Spirit

White Lovely Ghost

Sweeping through a person

With me all the time, everywhere

Holy

Maybe

not yes not no

hard to make up your mind

in other words I have no clue

Now what

He is with us now

He will be here forever

He can not die here

The Clock of Life

The Clock of Life

Tick…Tick…Tick

That’s 3 seconds of your life gone by

Wasted

What are you doing?

Get up!

Life is hard sometimes but just get up and try.

Fine…

Just sit there!

Just sit there and waste your whole life away!

That’s a great way to live!

Listening to that damn clock of life tick tick ticking your time away.

Ok I’ll leave you and your clock alone now and go live my life.

Grace

Grace

Well there I was, after a hard week of working I was with the rest of the camp white water rafting. I had been anticipating this all week. So first our guide Summer went over all the commands with us, like “All forward” and “All back”. Pretty simple right? The next thing I knew I was on the raft in a level IV rapid. Summer yelled “All forward!” We all paddled forward and just missed a huge boulder. “One forward! One more forward!” shouted Summer. Suddenly my foot lost grip in the seat and at the same moment we hit a hole. The boat jerked upwards, I was ejected from the boat and landed probably 5 feet away. I raised my hands above my head out of the water in hope that someone would see me. I remember things while I was in the water, even though it was only for about thirty seconds. I remember thinking “Where’s the air?” And taking a breath of nothing but water. I think that was the scariest moment of my entire life. After it seemed like forever the guide of another raft pulled me up out of the water. I got a good gulp of air then back down under the water again. The guide had fallen out of his boat to get me another breath of life. Thank God for him! Summer had turned the raft around and grabbing my hands she pulled me to the safety of the little blue raft.

And to think just that morning we were talking about grace and suffering, how when you are suffering God shows you grace. I remember asking one of the campers that night what she thought grace and suffering had to do with each other. And she answered, “Well I think it really just clicked for me. I mean when you were in the water, you were suffering and then God showed you grace by allowing you to be pulled up.” I think that’s exactly what grace is.

My Dead Friend

As we spoke there came suddenly the sound of footsteps.

“I must go now, we will meet again.”

“Don’t leave me again!” I cried.

“I must, if they see you with me they will capture us both!”

I watched as she fled into the darkness. I turned and saw two German officers coming towards me. They walked straight past me without even bothering to look. I wondered if I would ever see my friend again. Then a gunshot rang throughout the street. A small scream followed it closely. And now I knew I wouldn’t.

The Little Elephant

The Little Elephant

Narrator:

We find Lisette Cheyenne in the psychiatrist office of Dr. Ann Rye.

Dr. Rye:

Now Miss Lisette what is wrong?

Lisette:

Well doctor I think I’ve been seeing things. There is this little elephant following me around.

As Miss Lisette is telling this to Dr. Rye a miniature elephant walks across the Dr.’s desk. Dr. Rye doesn’t notice it because she is busy writing notes.

Dr. Rye:

And how long has this been going on?

Lisette:

Oh…I guess for about 3 weeks now.

Dr. Rye:

Mhm…

Dr. Rye presses a button on a machine on her desk. Michelle Esteva, her secretary’s voice crackles a “Yes?”

Dr. Rye:

Michelle would you please bring me a bottle of Advai?

Michelle:

Of course.

Dr. Rye:

Ok Lisette you will need to sign these papers please.

While Lisette is signing the papers Michelle walks in and hands the Dr. a small bottle of purple liquid.

Dr. Rye:

You will need to take one spoonful of this for 3 days, and it should help with your elephant problem.

Lisette: (shouts suddenly, seeing the elephant)

There it is!!

Dr. Rye:

What?!?

Lisette:

The elephant I told you about, it was on your desk!

Dr. Rye:

Hmm… Why don’t you take two spoonfuls a day ok Lisette?

Dr. Rye puts the paperwork on her desk and starts to writs as Lisette leaves. The mini elephant starts walking across her desk again. Finally it gets to her papers and while making a crunching noise with each step walks across them too.

Dr. Rye glances at it then returns to her work. Then realizes what she is seeing and calls Michelle into her office.

Dr. Rye: (laying on the couch)

Have a seat please Michelle.

Michelle: (sits down)

What’s wrong doctor?

Dr. Rye:

Well it all started when my dad took me to the circus...

The End!!

King of Feday

King of Feday

He could see that the boy was frozen with fear. He loved that look on a young child. The fear as he approached them. He stopped, drank in the frightened looks on their faces with pleasure as he said to them, “Good people of Feday, do not fear. For your new king has arrived.”

The people gasped and there was muttering all around.

“I have come to claim the throne from my dead brother.”

He smoothed down his long black hair.

“What are you all standing here staring for? I want my flags hung over the windows of the castle and a banner in the tower.” The common people who worked in the castle hurried to meet his demands. This would be the beginning of a dark time for the people of Feday. The new king was cruel and merciless.

In a house on the edge of the city there was a family sitting down to a meager dinner. No one was talking. “I’m tired of it all!” suddenly yelled the boy.

“Jehan!” cried his mother. “Hush, There might be a sentry around!”

“No mother I’m sick and tired of that good for nothing pig, sitting in the king’s castle. We need to do something!”

“But Jehan, we can do nothing.”

“I’m leaving.” said Jehan. And with that, a goodbye, and a kiss from his mother he was off to the castle.

He reached the castle by dusk and right to the king’s chamber. “Get out of here.” said the king.

“No! I am here to rid you of Feday forever!” Jehan cried. The evil king just laughed. Jehan took the bow from his back and an arrow from his quiver and shot the evil king. Jehan took over the throne and ruled as a king should. There was happiness in Feday once more.

The Dream

The Dream

“Hey who do we have here?” said the man. He looked at his old friend like he hadn’t seen him in years.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” asked Jakob.

“It’s just that I had a dream.”

“What kind of dream?” Jakob asked apprehensively.

“I had a dream you died.” said the man, “You died! Because of me!”

Jakob just looked at the man, his old friend from many years ago and remembered something. Something he had heard somewhere. He remembered that, maybe it was a gypsy telling him; dreams predicted what will come to happen. “Why don’t we go somewhere more private.” said Jakob looking around at the noisy bar.

So Jakob led the man into an alleyway and sat with his back against a wall. “Now tell me about your dream.”

“Alright.” said the man. “We were running through the woods. Running away from men on horses with swords at their sides. Suddenly a large cliff loomed out against the night sky. We both stopped to turn and face the men. One of them I recognized as the Duke’s right hand man, The Hanger. The Hanger got off his horse and walked up to us. ‘Thank you for telling us were he was Michael, your information has proven very useful.’ He looked at me like it was his birthday and he had been handed a rather large present. ‘Now Jakob,’ he said, ‘you shall pay for your crimes here!’ Then suddenly The Hanger slashed you through the heart! And you fell backwards off the cliff!”

Jakob just stared at the man who had just dreamed up his own death.

“I’m so sorry” was all he could say before Jakob left him.