Blood Rites: First Generation Pt.1 by SpiralSapphire, literature
Literature
Blood Rites: First Generation Pt.1
All that proceeds began in space, from the smallest of events to the largest. A star was dying, shuddering from within, throwing off volumes of energy in pulses after pulse, stronger and stronger until, ultimately, it collapsed within itself. Along the same parallel of time, another star was becoming, spiraling, drawing energy within as it came into being.
Between the two forces of life and death, there were collisions of matter, other bits and pieces, chunks and fragments of rock and metal and unknown objects that were drawn towards what seemed to be a maelstrom. Twisting, turning, crushing, melting, forming, becoming something undefinabl
The sky was an angry grey, flashes of lightening split the air and thunder shook the ground, rattling the windows with their intensity.
A half-burnt hut stood on the edge of a dense wood, the ground slick with mud as rain drenched everything in a downpour.
From the wood came a small yet slim, hooded figure, head down to watch the ground, sometimes able to move from a soaked grassy patch to a rock, to another grassy patch.
Grey eyes that matched the color of the current sky lifted as the rain eased up for a a brief moment, the wind whipping hard at the hood that obscured the pale features.
What remained of the door to the hut was wide open
Blood Rites: First Generation Pt.1 by SpiralSapphire, literature
Literature
Blood Rites: First Generation Pt.1
All that proceeds began in space, from the smallest of events to the largest. A star was dying, shuddering from within, throwing off volumes of energy in pulses after pulse, stronger and stronger until, ultimately, it collapsed within itself. Along the same parallel of time, another star was becoming, spiraling, drawing energy within as it came into being.
Between the two forces of life and death, there were collisions of matter, other bits and pieces, chunks and fragments of rock and metal and unknown objects that were drawn towards what seemed to be a maelstrom. Twisting, turning, crushing, melting, forming, becoming something undefinabl
The sky was an angry grey, flashes of lightening split the air and thunder shook the ground, rattling the windows with their intensity.
A half-burnt hut stood on the edge of a dense wood, the ground slick with mud as rain drenched everything in a downpour.
From the wood came a small yet slim, hooded figure, head down to watch the ground, sometimes able to move from a soaked grassy patch to a rock, to another grassy patch.
Grey eyes that matched the color of the current sky lifted as the rain eased up for a a brief moment, the wind whipping hard at the hood that obscured the pale features.
What remained of the door to the hut was wide open
Conductor of the Unseen by WillowOaken, literature
Literature
Conductor of the Unseen
He could feel it.
It sang through the branches and around their leaves, running across the meadows and dancing around him, caressing his hair and tugging on his clothes.
Wind.
He smiled as he closed his eyes, focused on the powerful unseen force. Raising his arms from his sides, he could feel the wind in his soul. His scalp began to tingle and the hair on his arms followed suit. Every twist and weave of the air currents he could see with his heart.
"Now..."
He began spinning both arms, as if winding up a sling to let loose; one finger out and the rest clenched, as if pointing to something. He focused on the rotating motions and the air c
Haven't been here in a good while. Dealing with a lot since then, job change and all.
Stressing out lately but feeling okay other than that. Life had so many issues but going to try and do my best to handle things one problem at a time.
Will update w...
It has bitten me...again. I'm not exactly sure what's happened in the last ten or so years, but I've really haven't had the urge to write or do any kind of artwork until late this past year. Maybe I'm in a different place in my life, my situation has changed...
My father is in the War Veteran's Home, he has Dementia but is WELL looked after. Hubby and I had talked with him about it and he seemed okay with the idea and we visit him as often as we can. I've been caring for my Dad since 2004 and let me tell you, it's not easy. I love him dearly but it was past the point of endurance. He was getting to be too much for even the two of us. He, my
I was, at one point, bound and determined to write at least once a week but that has been a major fail. Life can get busy, things change in life and whether it is good things or bad, life goes on.
My life has changed so much since I last posted a journal entry...I've remarried, moved to the country and now have my aging father in a Veteran's Home where he will get the best care possible. Doesn't mean I won't wonder or worry what's going on but I can visit anytime and see what's going on.
Dad's actually happy there. The thing is, we didn't drop him off and sneak out. We talked to him, had already taken him on a tour of the facility and he wa