What if The Storm Ends?

What if we could end the world’s storms?

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Alone, alone, alone

Raw. She feels raw inside. There are faces, so many faces she doesn’t recognize. None of those faces know her. She stands alone in the hallway. The strange faces pass her with a curious glance. For a moment she wonders hopes they will say hello. The strange faces remain nameless, lose interest, and walk away.  She shivers and takes the first step.

Their eyes speak, their mouth don’t. Alone, alone, alone they say. She has friends, somewhere, someplace, right? She closes her eyes and enters that dark private world.

She searches for faces in her memories, smiles, laughs, tears, hugs. She sees a smile, hears a laugh, tastes a tear, feels a hug, but who, who, who? She can’t see the faces, she can’t remember the faces. Were there ever faces?

Somewhere, somewhere in the world she has friends, and a place she belongs. She doesn’t belong here, this is not her home. But it is now, her new home and she is all alone. 

She sits down, new chair, new desk, new walls, new teacher, new students. Many stare, curious and accusing, alone they whisper with their eyes, you are alone. This is their home, and they know she doesn’t belong. 

She looks down at her hands, flips through her book, stares at the empty notebook in front of her. Empty, like her. She writes the name of a friend she once knew. She was gone, but he wasn’t. Did he miss her? Did he care? Or was she a fading memory in his mind, the sun setting on her and rising to look for new friends as dawn broke. 

He belonged, they belonged, she didn’t belonged. If she tried to go back, would she still belong? Does time and distance change where you belong? Will she ever have another home? 

She closes her eyes, she feels as empty and black as the world around her. Alone, alone, alone. She doesn’t talk, and no one talks to her. She takes notes as a shadow in a new home where she doesn’t belong. 

As a cloud I drift, as a writer I listen.

There are times when you sit down with keyboard at hand but the words will not come. Often I feel like a prophet of old with words, worlds, characters, and stories all rushing at my ears begging to exist. My fingers fly turning letters into words, and words into sentences, but not today. Today I stare at the white screen and hear as many words as the dead. I’m a pale grey cloud floating above an endless sea of blue, nothing new to see, nothing new to write of. My characters are silent, worlds dead, and words lost amongst that blue sea and those grey clouds. 

I listen to the soft music fill the quiet in my room. Some songs are slow, others fast, but they all carry my thoughts with their melodies and lyrics, stealing the words from my mind with them. I watch as the weather changes around me. First the calm and the sun, then the wind and the chimes, the blue sky darkens to a purple, the lightening, rain, and thunder come after, it shifts back to grey, then calm and sunny again. The weather changes around me, but I sit here and my screen remains white.

So here I sit, and there are my words lingering in the back of my mind but unheard in my thoughts. They will come back, and like any dutiful prophet, I will write them when they do. For now I will watch the weather and the world change around me as I sit still and let it happen. But who am I to try and stop the greater forces of the world? I cannot command them just as I cannot force the words and worlds to come. 

The weather I will watch, and for the words I will listen. Until they come, I will close my eyes and let the music take me away. 

 

Night gathers, and now my…

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

Vow of the Night’s Watch, George R. R. Martin, A Song of Fire and Ice Series 

Empty Eyes and Colored Skies

There was nothing abnormal about the day. The sun was setting behind the tree line turning the once bright sky a soft pink, deep purple, and dark blue. It looked cotton candy bought at a fair, the three color mixing together in a tasty harmony.

She was admiring the sky when she spotted something in the trees, something that hadn’t been there a moment before. It was long dark shadow against the candy colored sky, with a rounded head, curled wings and a long tail that hung beneath it like a tense finger. She couldn’t tell what is was, but it looked awfully like a bird perched in a tree. It might have been a bird, but then it would be a ten foot tall bird. She was fairly sure birds didn’t grow that large. 

The dark animal uncurled its wings, it moved slowly like each movement was deliberate and practiced. She stepped back from the window. It flapped once, twice, a dark shadow against the fading colors of sunset. Then it leapt for the sky. Her eyes followed its movement as it flew up and the sun sank down. It blotted out the colors in a dark silhouette as it glided across the sky. She watched until it vanished from the sight of her window.

Looking at the emptying and darkening sky it left behind, she felt the hairs raise on her arms. Gasping, a quick and almost silent sound, she took another step back. The creature had left a message. Two skulls formed of clouds now glared at her house. The first was smaller, it’s mouth was closed but with deep eyes that showed the dark blue behind them. The second was three times larger, it’s mouth hung ajar in a unheard scream, it’s eyes opening to the light pink sky behind it as if fire burned inside of them. 

The creature left the skulls in the sky. She didn’t know how she knew, but she knew. She could feel it tight in the pit of her stomach and taste it in the air. A shiver ran through her body starting at the base of her spin and running its way to the top like a finger of ice. She closed her eyes and for a moment the skulls and creature didn’t exists, darkness was her only friend. 

But when she opened them again, the skulls where still there. Their eyes now burned with stars set in a sea of depthless blue. There they stayed the following day, the following week, the following month, and the day after the creature had returned once again watching her through the window in her room.

The Time of Death

Everyone has a clock inside of them. From the moment of conception it starts to wind down each tick tock tick tock slowly crawling closer to death.

No one know theirs time of death, but they are those who can feel it, and others who never knew their clock was broken.

It’s said people can tell when their time was ending. Perhaps they could hear the ragged ticking of their fading clock and know it’s was coming it’s final days, hours, minutes, seconds.

They say some people know when they are about to die, as if the ticking in their minds grows louder and louder till it reaches a deafening sound inside their soul. They had forgot the clock is there, but in their last few tick’s it comes pounding back in a sudden gasp and a quick stop. 

Then they are the people who never remember their clock. It will tick away unnoticed and unheard. It will stop in a sudden moment, and in a matter of one tick their life will end.

People cannot see their clock, some can feel it, others wonder how long their’s was destined to tick; but only one  could see the clock inside of others. It was her gift, and her curse.

They are more dangerous games to play…

Well, I’m not entirely sure about the rules, but I was just nominated for the Inspiring Blogger Award, and first I would like to thank Lightningpen’s for the nomination! Thank you for noticing my blog, I truly appreciate it.

About the rules, I believe if you win you’re supposed to post seven facts about yourself than nominate fifteen blogs yourself. I haven’t one yet (and probably won’t! I looked at the other nominees and their blogs are brilliant!) I did want to shout out my thanks to Lightningpen!

I woud also like to congratulate the other nominees and wish them the best of luck! I know you have all worked as hard on your blogs as I have mine!