Friday, November 14, 2014
The Everlasting War - fiction
For countless generations the colony had stayed small and followed their own rules.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
The glossy mirror of forever
The ship sails on.
The vast, dark sea mirrors the heavens in every direction; no souls to be seen.
The ship glides along its path; silent, still, sleeping.
Not a soul stirs aboard her decks; nary a soul would dare.
She carries the depth of darkness as her sole passenger; death, riding the ceaseless tide.
The ship sails on.
An infinity of distance surrounds her; a never-ending expanse.
This is the sea of eternity; the sea of the damned.
They're all in it, just below the surface. They stare up through the shimmering surface Hopi g to see the heavens above but, instead, see an undulating glass wave being sliced quietly open by the passing reaper on his patrol.
The ship sails on.
The river Styx ends here; the ship is the ferryman' vessel. It glides about the darkened expanse to deliver the worthy and sink the un.
The ship sails on; cutting the surface. Of the infinite hereafter to make room for the new souls.
The still, cold water is ready to receive however many the ferryman can bring; always hungry for more.
The ship sails on; delivering the dead forever.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Collateral
Sometimes you want to help others but can't trust them.
Sometimes they have something you want but you cannot buy.
Sometimes these two realities align in such a way as to make a tenuous situation that devolves into a miserable experience for one of the parties.
In sixth grade I had such a situation occur to me.
Tesla did a cover of the song Signs and it was a song I liked.
A kid in my class, Mark, had the single cassette of this song.
One day, when he happened to have the cassette with him he had a need for cash.
I happened to have $6 on me and he, somehow, knew this.
I found him to be untrustworthy and I did not want to comply with his request to loan him the $6.
This is when he produced the single cassette and offered it as collateral.
This, being a song I actually really liked, became a difficult deal to resist. I like helping people, I wanted him to like me and there was some additional pressure to accept the deal from another classmate, Nick.
I borrowed the cassette and I enjoyed the tape for some time; through until the prearranged day that I was to get my $6 back and return the tape.
I remember it clearly. I remember which of the "secret" pockets in my jacket I had stored the tape and I remember the conversation.
A slyly smiling Mark and a smirking Nick told me that Mark had the money and they showed it to me.
I went to get the tape from my jacket... and it was not there.
I searched my cubby (we didn't have lockers) and it was no where to be found.
"What's wrong? Did you forget it?" was the sarcastic and snarky response.
I knew, then, exactly what had happened but I had no way to prove it.
Either Nick or Mark had gone through my stuff, including my jacket, and found the tape.
They stole the tape back prior to presenting the money for the return exchange.
It was solidified for me when Mark put forward the final comment of "oh, well, if you'd taken better care of my tape this $6 would be yours again."
This incident, along with countless before it that Nick had been involved with, outlined that I could not trust Mark, either.
Sadly, my options of peer interaction were incredibly slim in number.
Sometimes they have something you want but you cannot buy.
Sometimes these two realities align in such a way as to make a tenuous situation that devolves into a miserable experience for one of the parties.
In sixth grade I had such a situation occur to me.
Tesla did a cover of the song Signs and it was a song I liked.
A kid in my class, Mark, had the single cassette of this song.
One day, when he happened to have the cassette with him he had a need for cash.
I happened to have $6 on me and he, somehow, knew this.
I found him to be untrustworthy and I did not want to comply with his request to loan him the $6.
This is when he produced the single cassette and offered it as collateral.
This, being a song I actually really liked, became a difficult deal to resist. I like helping people, I wanted him to like me and there was some additional pressure to accept the deal from another classmate, Nick.
I borrowed the cassette and I enjoyed the tape for some time; through until the prearranged day that I was to get my $6 back and return the tape.
I remember it clearly. I remember which of the "secret" pockets in my jacket I had stored the tape and I remember the conversation.
A slyly smiling Mark and a smirking Nick told me that Mark had the money and they showed it to me.
I went to get the tape from my jacket... and it was not there.
I searched my cubby (we didn't have lockers) and it was no where to be found.
"What's wrong? Did you forget it?" was the sarcastic and snarky response.
I knew, then, exactly what had happened but I had no way to prove it.
Either Nick or Mark had gone through my stuff, including my jacket, and found the tape.
They stole the tape back prior to presenting the money for the return exchange.
It was solidified for me when Mark put forward the final comment of "oh, well, if you'd taken better care of my tape this $6 would be yours again."
This incident, along with countless before it that Nick had been involved with, outlined that I could not trust Mark, either.
Sadly, my options of peer interaction were incredibly slim in number.
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