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Forever Autumn: Haunted by Sunset River Shadows

I guess you could call this the end of the La Union saga, which all took place in a nameless bar.

Moving forward, as I cross the river heading down this winding road to that place beyond the pecan groves. Passing bare trees and barren fields, which has me think of Fall and the events that took place there one winter’s night, and knowing that the Fall is sometimes known as the season of dying and yet there is something truly sincere about it, with the dying leaves knowing no manner of lying and are just alive and then...

Event Horizon

The Fourth Part to The La Union Saga

Finding myself standing outside early one hot August evening in the middle of a heat wave, and being able to feel and see the heat rising in the still motionless air, as all the leaves droop and hang down. Looking to the far horizon and seeing that summer sun slowly setting in the distance like molasses. As it seems to set both the skies and horizon on fire in this turning of twilight, as I turn and head inside. Heading t...

Naturalis

A Third Part to The La Union Saga

Sitting here once again at my favoured corner table with my back to the wall, and knowing that closing time is soon approaching and I should be leaving this place soon. Yet, I am comfortable and at ease knowing that part of the current nightmarish situation has passed, as I am now looking past those bottles that seem to stand as though on file that were killed one by one. Now looking to where the sound of a guitar is bein...

Innocence - Chapter 8

A story about a girl without memories from her past.

It was a moment, when arguing was up a blind alley, and that remaining silent was the best way of protecting yourself. The vertically challenged lady’s friends came and helped her put the blame on me. The usual stack in my high school fairy tale, oh I’m so used to this. People in this school just loved making mountains out of molehills. They said I splashed the drink at her on purpose. It was not a big deal, really. It wa...

Sun down, yellow moon rising as night spreads it’s cloak across the skies and some nights find you tossing and turning, not unlike a ship underway in rough seas. And as you lie there waiting for sleep to take you across the blue hills at the border of the dreaming, and then to those great dark gates made of horn and iron that stand as the entrance to the realm within and are guarded by a gryphon and a wyvern,- And as you...

Beverly on the Bayou

Beverly arrives at the township of Timothy.

The small town of Timothy was quite different than Beverly Arceneaux expected. On her way down from Baton Rouge, the Acadian communities were dirty and absent of business or population. In Timothy, by contrast, the main street was active and tidy. The small town hall had a landscaped front lawn and down the road was a nice family park. There was even a new diner that had apparently opened last month. She parked her eight...

That Moment - The Thank You

She suddenly realized what she had in her life

The days leading up to Mother’s Day were miserable. I was about forty months pregnant, or that’s what it seemed like at least. It didn’t help that my ankles were the size of my head and that I ached everywhere. Combine that with the intense heat that Texas was already experiencing and you had the perfect recipe for an epic pity party. I missed my husband. Robert was with the Army’s 1 st Armored Division and stationed at F...

Innocence - Chapter 7

A story about a girl without memories from her past.

The skin near my eye swelled itching in pain after the emotionless lady threaded every unwanted follicle of my eyebrows-- she didn't turn a hair every time I closed my eyes gasping in awe. Ichigo on my right side was laughing while putting on eyeliner. The lady started putting some on me too, starting with layers of cream and powder. She filled my brows with a small brush touched on a cork eyeshadow then, eyeliner and mas...

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Shadow Play

The beginning of The La Union Saga

Sitting here upon a wooden chair at this corner table, with my back against the wall, able to see the door and all coming and going, and catching a brief glimpse of her in those shadows across this smoky room. As I lean back against the wall, both watching and hearing the singer and song – watching as she steps almost gracefully from those smoky shadows into the light, and seeing both her pretty smile and her sorrow- fill...

Innocence - Chapter 6

A story about a girl without memories from her past.

“Did you know that people live because they have to know their purpose?” Dmitry sat next to me under the old Acacia tree. It was one of those trees at the back of the orphanage. There were no spectacles to see, but it was the shadiest. “This is my spot.” Although there was sadness in his eyes, still he smiled. “Sister Cecilia has guests. He’s back, and he brought his son with him. I heard from Anthony, the old man is a de...

Ashes gritty grayThe kindest heart batteredAssailed by sneers and ordersYet holding dreams improbableDay ends to day ends  Magic touch descendsSo briefGoodness awakens yearningHeart of power capturedSearching for the oneWho lost the shoe of glass

Feeling my arms brought behind me and bound by heavy chains, as you lock them tightly in place so I can’t move with a lock that has no key. Knowing that no-one except you or I can see those heavy chains that are binding me, as I hear you ask me how long I might be able to hold my breath as you hoist me over the tank, and will I be able to hold your breath as well? As I feel the water slowly rising up around me,-You’re won...

Bob Dylan wrote and did a song called: Rainy Day Women #12 & 39, And nowhere in his song is heard the words: Rainy day, women, 12, or 39. Finding myself waking at the break of day to a coffee scented morning here in Paris, propping myself up on an elbow under that red comforter as I look around and breathe in that rich coffee smell.Thinking of what was seen in the dreaming as I attempt to shake off the dark colours of the...

Tell me a story. Tell me something new. I want to learn from someone I don't know. I'll sit here and wait, while you spin your yarn. Go ahead and surprise me with a tale from afar. A damsel in a dress saving a knight in shining armor. Perhaps a distant world found by a great explorer. Bring some excitement with a tale of adventure. One where the journey is the greatest treasure. Confuse me now with a tale of mystery, wher...

Tannhauser Gate

A Kind of Love Story

Standing here at the foot of these ancient worn stone steps, that lead up to those massive black iron doors of the gate that stands there. Flanked on both sides by walls having rough hewn images carved on them which have been nearly erased and blackened by time and by age. Yet the walls and the massive gate they support still stand. As I turn slowly and survey the that empty snow covered square in front of me, and looking...