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My Collection of Writings
Thought I'd post someof my writings for all to enjoy.
The Vale
Part I
Can you remember a place by just closing your eyes? I can.
Everytime I close my eyes for a moment, I am transported to a place of such beauty and tranquility that the images have become seared into my minds eye.
I step out of the fog of my reality, into a place that surrounds me with emerald green rolling hills. One would think that the rich green vibrant had become the gentle swells of an ocean.
It's early morning. The sun is bathing the surrounding snowcapped mountains and green hills with its gentle warming touch. The morning dew covers the green rich earth like a soft blanket, which sparkles like fairy dust. The dew is wet and cool against my bare feet.
The smell of lilac is carried in the air by gentle slow moving breezes. In the sky above me, a brown falcon, made golden by its flight acrocc the sun, cries out a piercing war cry and it sees its prey on the ground below.
The falcon wheels to the right and then to the left and dives from the sky giving the prey a final challenging scream as it comes in closer for the kill, much like a knight salutes another knight during battle. Also in the Sky above me, white puffy clouds float peacefully by, with no care or worry about their destination.
Everywhere around me in this peaceful lightly fogged vale there is life. Deer are comming out of the dark green painted forest, to drink at a babbling brook not more than a few dozen paces from where I am standing.
Off in the distance, a yard or so beyond the deer, I catch a glimpse of a phantom rainbow. The rainbow's wavering brilliant colors of reds, blues, greens, and yellows dance in and out of the mist that a waterfall has generously created, as the babbling brook above spills itself over the edge of the rugged care worn mountain, some thirty feet above me. I hear the gentle roar that the water makes, as the water from above meets the waiting water below, like two lovers awaiting each others embrace. The mist is cool and refreshing as the little dropplets fall upon my exposed skin.
As the sun our splendid eye rises slow into the sky, from its long slumber, the vale grows warmer. The once shimmering carpet of dew, becomes lightly colored with orange and begins to disappear into the air.
The smell of moist rich green earth fills the senses with awesome power. Robins and a multitude of other birds, wake from their nightly slumber to sing their joyous songs to the rising sun. The gentle lilac breeze lifts the remaining light soft grey fog, out of the vale with a dancing twirling motion, as it disappears. As the fog lifts, in the other direction, across from the waterfall I see a lake.
The lake is so clear and so calm that it reflects the sky above, making it look as if I could reach out to touch the heavens above. The only thing that distrubs the peaceful calm of water is this island, still shrouded in the light soft grey fog that is dancing in columns along the polished surface of the lake.
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The Vale
Part II
As I walk closer to the lake edge, feeling the round smoothness of each individual pebble beneath my feet, I see the outline of a jade mountain. In this jade moutnain there appears to be an outline of a castle.
An entire mountain of jade, that must have been dropped by the gods from above, has been so lovingly carved into a jade castle. This jade castle with graceful buttraces and slim towers, like giant fingers reaching for the sky above, as if they were alive and required the suns warmth for growth.
Towers and buildings rising in steps in an almost haphazardly fashion, dance around what appears to be the main building of this huge jade seaborn monolith. I see fine silk bridges connecting some of the towers to each other. The scene reminds me of a fairy tale castle come to life.
Further down the pebble beach, I spy a small rickety old boat, that was left sitting dejectedly on shore, like a left over plaything from some giant who did not want his toy boat any longer.
I turned the rickety old boat over and push it into the water. The boat bobs up and down along the surface of the water. It pops into my mind, that this dejected hulk of wood was not sinking and that in fact it was still very seaworthy. The little boat smells of rotting wood and decaying fish. Again I begin to wonder if this little boat of mine was on its last voyage. The wood is splintered and feels rough. I find myself trying to get more comfortable.
The water is so clear, that I can see the lakes bottom teaming with life. Little fish dart away from the shadow of my little boat. The bigger fish on the other hand, seem to be racing me to the island.
As I draw nearer to the island, I begin to hear the sweet melody of bagpipes and palm flutes playing a cheerful melody. The jade castle is more magnificent up close thatn from standing on the shore.
I can see that my first guess, that the jade castle being carved from the jade mountain, was correct. The jade castle is one gaint piece of seamless construction, that appears to have grown right out of the rest of the jade rock. The surface of the jade rock is so smooth, that it feels like a newborn's skin. Very few cracks have dared to find thier way to mar the beauty of this wonder.
As I turn to walk up the ramp, to being my joureny into the castle, reality begins its frightful intrusion into my reverie. I fight to recieve more images and to hold onto them, but it is a futile effort and the images fade away like morning dew. Once again I am thrust back into reality, but I am happy to have been able to visit my vale, in my mind.
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wow read some of mine we are good writers
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Thanks! I will check out some of your stories Leaf
This next story is the only one that I ever submitted to a writing contest for. It won first place.
Glasses For The Future
I was up in my attic one day, cleaning out worthless junk, that wouldn't sell at a flea market, when I stumbled upon a box. The box was old, faded, and brittle. It had writing on it that was so smeared, that I could not read what it said. I opened the box carefully as not to ruin whatever was inside.
Inside the box, under all the packing foam, lay a pair of World War Two aviator goggles. I took the goggles out of the box to try them on. As I began to put the goggles on, I was shocked at what I began to see. I took the goggles off, staring at them in disbelief. Then, I gathered up some courage and slowly, I put the goggles back on.
As soon as I put the goggles on, images of the past, and present flashed by. The images began to slow down until I started seeing the future. Looking through the goggles I saw turmoil. People, thousands of people, were living on the streets with no where to go. Houses and apartments were crying out for the lack of repair that was so desparately needed. Crime was running rampant, like a stampeed of wild horses during a bad summers storm.
Garbage was piled three feet in height along the sides of the cuty streets, it seemed as if all the garbagemen round the world went on strike. Rats as big as house cats, were running through the trash heaps in search of a feast from leftover scraps of food. Many people were also joining the rats in search of food.
I saw men, women, and children dying from curable diseases. I saw men dying for what they believed was right. I saw war, war that could be stopped by one person not willing to fight, war by means of chemical and biological warfare that could wipe out an entire nation twice over. I saw more war also, war between states and war between brothers almost like the american civial war.
As I looked on I saw faces of despair and anguish, on people who would rather die than live their lives in pian and agony. I saw the men and women of our beloved countries and governments, living their lives as fat greedy pigs. Disease was running loose all over the country side as if there was no tomorrow. I saw people getting raped, shot, mugged, and abused just as if they were actors playing out parts in a big movie.
I saw hunger, hunger for food that was barely there becasue the world's governments and rich folk were steadily overconsuming the worlds food supplies with their lavishly decadent parties. Thirst, thirst so great it would take all the worlds oceans to quench it, but alas, all the worlds water supply is contaminated due to industrialized pollution and the damages of continuous war. Only the rich have the means to prify the water.
Whole bodies of beautiful oceans, lakes, and rivers, were being reduced to dry barren wasteladns. I hardly saw greenry of any kind, just leftover husks of once magnificent forests. There was no wildlife of any kind, except of course for the rats and flies.
Our once protectful ozone layer that had once protected us, existed no more due to emissions of poisonous gases and pollution into the atmosphere over the years. The people had to wear heavy winter coats, gloves, and face masks to keep the dangerous UV rays off their bodies.
Having enough of what I saw, I took off the goggles realizing that I and others must do something now to prevent the horrible future, which i had just witnessed through my pair of glasses for the future.
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Very nice! Descriptive and vivid. I especially like the way your words flowed over and into one another. I look forward to more of your writings.
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