Time for a break

So I realized that I have been spending way too much time on the computer and cell phone so for the next two weeks, unless it’s absolutely necessary, I will be on hiatus from it. There are too many things I am letting drop because of the friggin computer and all the apps for entertainment. Ahh. Looking forward to the break. Hope you all have a nice holiday.

OJM

3WT #36

Howdy everyone. Here is this weeks submission-though I may work more on it this weekend. I was running out of time so I thought I would share what I have. Hope you all like.

Before

The confabulation of the human race was necessary. The truth of their origins could never be known, though there were some that disagreed with this. Those members would meet in secret to confer, trying to find ways around the edict. It was strongly believed that to have them learn the truth would not only create a destructive paradox, thereby undoing all that had been done, but on a much stronger note, could be the cause of the extermination of their race in the long run.

For others, it was a simple case of being pudify. For the human race to know of their history would cause much shame to many, if for the simple reason that they should not have existed-not in that time nor on that planet. Once could even argue that it was an experiment gone wrong, or one that had gotten out of hand. I guess it would depend on your point of view, I suppose. As for me, well, I have a bigger hand in this than everyone would like to think-though I go about it quietly and with great subterfuge. Infact, there were none, until now, that knew of what I had done. One could say all hell was about to break loose. But we’ll get to that. First, I should tell you about the rimestock. It was mostly a record of planetary changes that some ancient kept a record of. In the course of his studies he came across an incredible discovery, but not being of sound mind or of science he disregarded it. I came across it one summer when I was studying under him. It was this finding that changed my life. That made me wonder, ‘What if?’. Fast forward a millennium to find not only a clue but an entire history with all the scientific facts written down. Along with those facts, were written some secrets as well. Secrets that only a few could read and understand. Secrets that could change the course of the existence of the human race, and all other races as well. It was on this planet that I hid that rimestock. It is here that, with some nudging, ‘what if?’ could get answered.

3WT # 35

Tenebrous Dream

In a surrounding darkness

I woke screaming from a tenebrous dream

The vacivity awareness after such a moment keeps me in unbalance

I am neither utible or coherent-thrashing and writhing to escape

These strong bonds do hold me and try to drag me back

It is as though a tragematopolist has wondered in, but instead of the sweets he should be offering he only dangles death

I flee and shriek-yelling for relief

But no one comes

I am alone

It is this that wakes me in a terror

Screaming from this tenebrous dream…to be continued…

 

 

Start

I stood in the tenebrous wood, not knowing how I happened to be there. There was nothing utible within my surroundings to give me an answer. The vacivity of the forrest was unnerving, with nary a breeze or sigh of sound. I questioned again how I had come to be there. I entertained the thought that I was perhaps one part of Hansel and Gretel, on my way to the tragematopolist’s cottage. But no, for I knew this to be but a story and I, well, I was fairly certain I was real.

I took in my surroundings, noticing as I did, that along with no breeze or sounds, the forest felt empty, as though all the inhabitants had fled. They fled the moment right before I opened my eyes.

Now that was a curious thought, one in which all the knowledge I needed was beheld. How was it, then, that opening my eyes had cleared an entire forest? And, more importantly, how is it that I knew this and not my own name, my whereabouts or how I came to be here? Indeed, very curious…

Starting

“It has awoken.” The person bowed low, relaying the message

“How is It doing?”

“It is gathering information, though I doubt It knows it” With this the messenger backed away still bowing.

“Well now, that is something indeed.” And from his perch atop the oldest maple, in the deepest grove, under a twilight sky with no moon, the being sat back. It would wait and see how It would unfold.

I feel…

I feel

It is neither bad nor good. I think it is mostly good.

To feel, that is.

It is a most exquisite feeling.

To feel that is.

The body hums

The skin tingles

The heart flutters

I feel

The wind as a sensation

One that is indescribably tantalizing

It is like a lover

It flirts over the skin

Runs it fingers through the hair

It brushes against the face

It is a caress against the lips

I feel

The embrace of a winter storm

The shivers running across

The breath comes out in a fog

The nights have become shrouded

The blanket keeps in the warmth

I feel

The pain of indecision

A destructive force that wants to play out

The need for something out of reach

That indescribable sensation of want

The needs of that want

I feel

Lost…

Wondering through an endless series of thoughts

The back and forth decisions of an endless thought

The need

To feel, that is.

I’m Baaaaaaack!

It has been awhile since I have been here. I have been fighting with a black cloud that seems to be particularly difficult to shake-that and I have just not had the inspiration to write anything-Also with the volunteer work, school and work I have just not wanted to be near a computer.

Well kiddies, I am back. At least for now. We shall see how it goes.

OJM