Tuesday, July 27, 2010
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Friday, July 16, 2010
- Continue down the path I've thus far paved for myself; working on my trilogy that may or may not be too involved and difficult for me as a writer right now...
- Accept my need for growth before undertaking a story of that multitude and starting with an idea that is just plain easier. Simple. Close to home.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Reaching the ruins of their house was not without hard feelings. They got out of the car and the two women maneuvered their way under the yellow caution tape and up to the front door that was hanging on by a thread. Dallan stood next to his driver's side door and could only bring himself to stare. He recognized, - no, remembered, - his half-a-quarter-acre front lawn, which he'd seeded last summer, and the hand-laid brick walkway leading up to the porch. He followed it, every step a stabbing pain in his heart. Although he knew it to be true he just couldn't swallow being able to remember what never really was. He made it as far as the swinging bench on the porch which had inexplicably been the only thing untouched by the blast. He sat down as he'd done many times before, only this time realizing it was actually his first. Using his senses to really take in the experience he felt the weathered piece of pine under his fingertips, running them along the length of the armrest. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the mixed smell of sulfur and burnt wood fill his nose. He wondered to whom this house belonged nine weeks ago, and who sat in this bench before him today. It would have given him a peaceful and content feeling to be sitting there just a day ago; if he didn't have to now live with the knowledge that he as a person didn't exist and he'd done something terrible to deserve it. The sound of footsteps was getting louder and disrupted his wallowing. He looked up to see Elina looking caringly down toward him.
She leaned her body against the doorframe, possibly not the best idea considering, though it held her weight. He gave her a weak smile and she returned it with a bright, beautiful one.
"You okay?" she tried.
"I will be." He said, not wanting to bring her down but still unwilling to lie.
"This must feel like torture to you. I wish there was something I could be doing to help." She fiddled with the lowest button on her shirt clearly anxious.
He deepened his gaze with her, hoping to reach her soul with his words so that once and for all she wouldn’t feel sorry for him. He didn’t deserve it from her.
"This isn't your responsibility, Elina, but know that I appreciate the sentiment. You should also know that any torment I feel about my nonexistent past is overshadowed by the misery of bringing you into this."
There wasn't any time for her to reply. Breaking the stare between them Maya burst outside.
"Okay folks, we're done here." She said, toting with her two decently sizable bags. "Let’s hurry and stop at Elina's so we can get back on the road. We'll also need gas before too long." She was full of haste and didn't even stop walking as she spoke. Dallan wanted to take one last look at the heap of what "used to" be his but he couldn’t bring himself to look back.
ELINA FOLLOWED DALLAN AND MAYA BACK TO THE CAR. Soon she would have to say goodbye to her cozy apartment that she'd only inhabited a few months, perhaps forever. She did her best to push the thought of never returning to her life out of her head and she couldn’t help but feel selfish in comparison to how Dallan was feeling. At least she didn’t have to go through the trauma of learning something so drastic and horrific about herself.
Hoping it would give her the necessary distraction she rolled down her window and closed her eyes into the breeze. She was momentarily reminded of the dream she had back at the motel. The sweet wind caressed her face just as the cloud mist had not six hours ago, and before she could fight it she had fallen asleep and been placed right back into where her dream had left off.
Property of Heather Schulz © 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Hordes of demons made their way up the stairwell to the rooftop where I stood powerless to defend myself. I stared at the roof door waiting for it to burst open and panicked, sure that I was soon to meet my Maker when something appeared. Swooping down from the Heavens to my rescue, it was him. It was as if he had picked up on some kind of divine beacon that I was in trouble and knew exactly where I needed him. I bound into his strong embrace and rejoiced in the fact that he came for me and I was safe. His massive outreaching wings seemed to tell those demons to back off and they hissed and hurdled around wildly before they ebbed back to where they came from. By time I realized I had no reason to be scared anymore we were in the air miles above the chaos of what almost was my death. Into silver clouds we soared and I could feel the delicate mist kiss my skin as we went. We went on for miles, over mountain ranges and great bodies of water and Mother Nature left me speechless.
After a while the Grand Canyon came into view and we slowly started to descend. Even from this high up the view tingled my senses. We came in for a landing and my legs gave way out from under me, causing me to hit the red dirt with a hard THUD. It was a little embarrassing I knew it didn’t matter after what just happened.
“That was such a natural high!” He reached out to help me to my feet and I caught a smile on his face. His perfect face. Our hands touching was magic and his skin felt like warm milk and honey – smooth and comforting. I stood up still very weakly, kept held of his hand and looked up into his eyes. They were a turquoise blue so incredible I could see the Heavens behind them.
“Are you alright?” He stared back into mine.
“Remarkably.” I songed, still swimming in his eyes. “How did you know where I was? How is it you knew to save me?” I didn’t even care what a stupid question that was at this point.
“I felt you. Your pulse beats fervently inside me, I will always know where to find you if you need me.”
I could hardly stand hearing his words for fear of ever losing them. I didn’t want to spend another second of life without my wondrous yet mysterious hero and didn’t know what to do or say to make him stay, and I had a feeling he would resist.
“Who are you?” I held on tighter to him praying to never let go.
His name was as beautiful and special as he was. He leaned down as I stood up in order to meet him for a kiss. Our lips touched for only a second before I was violently pulled from him, plunging helplessly into the chasm below. I jerked in the air falling for what felt like hours with no world or __________ in sight when finally I appeared on my feet standing on a red cobblestone road. On either side were twisted barren trees that grew as high as my eyes could see. There appeared to be no sky or end to the trees at all and the road looked like it went on forever. I was shaking and grew increasingly scared and vulnerable when I started seeing a dark figure coming towards me on the road. As it got closer I saw at least a dozen massive black horses pulling a monstrous black carriage stampeding its way right for me. I dove off to the side of the road and hit…