Raykin's Mirrors_The Welcoming_most people do not realize they have not seen real sunshine since
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Raykin's Mirrors
Raykin tripped over his candle lamp, stumbled, and caught his knee on the corner of his bed as the light went out. He gasped, rubbed his leg and hopped across the floor, grabbing at the curtains. The curtain pole detached from the wall, unsteadying him further as he fell into the nightstand. The nightstand tipped and a small collection of precious objects slid off the top.‘No, please no!’ Raykin said as he watched his only banishment disc roll across the floor, glinting in the moon light, and slip between the floorboards.He scrabbled around in the semi-darkness searching for his things, placin...
The Welcoming
I was in a dreamlike state. Words appeared before my very eyes. Sentences sailed on endlessly through the air, but still, I never flinched, or at least not until the surrounding solid walls began breathing. Yet, I just could not believe all the beautiful colors. It felt as if I was in a wonderland. Then suddenly, my hands began pulsating and glowing, while at the same time all that was tangible moved, and all that was audible echoed. While turning over to lie upon my back, I sluggishly closed my eyes. Instantly I observed many sharp colors of uninterrupted streams and shapes surging before m...
most people do not realize they have not seen real sunshine since 2000.
Sunlight- I miss you really I do. Up bright in the sky light I miss that sunlight. Makes me wonder. So do you I suppose. I wonder about you. During the summer sun shine you look at things and wonder about this is this or that is that. Not paying attention. Not caring really about what is about to befall mankind. I like that about summer time light. Makes you forget about everyone trying to kill you. Kill you? What do you live in a game? Laughter of course I do.. I live just as you do. In a game. You do not realize it but yo are playing in it all the same. The summer light does not hide much th...
Fingal of Meridian: Fallen Star
Fingal stood on a hill, looking atwww.onedoor.cc the sun rising over the human city. Another sunrise, another fruitless night of searching these forsaken hills and empty streets for Rosera. He leaned on a tree, willing himself not to drop from weariness. Three sunrises and sunsets had passed since the word came to him that she was missing. Today would be the fourth. He sat down at the foot of the tree, (his legs wouldn’t hold him anymore) looking down into the city below as it came to life. He felt dead inside, his hope of finding Rosera alive fading with every day that passed. He leaned his head back again...