WalkingtheNight

Typically posting at night, just trying to exercise my ability to create and write.

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WalkingtheNight

Typically posting at night, just trying to exercise my ability to create and write.

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Another Today

WalkingtheNight

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Still today occurs on every point,

Whether night or bright or full of blight.

As I see the stars up in the sky,

Each one glints with its own worries of today.

There’s an ordinary in every place of space.

What’s common and what’s not.

Up there, on a planet far away,

I’d still be looking out,

To imagine another today....

Swipe

WalkingtheNight

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Fish. Swipe.

Big fish. Swipe.

..why even post that fish. Swipe.

Half naked. Swipe.

Shut-in. Swipe.

Hmmm, likes hiking and camping. Decent picture. Ah! There it is: the half cut off picture of your ex. Swipe.

And on and on it goes. Nearly mindless attention on swiping dating apps. It’s more entertainment that actual engagement with anyone. Making quick judgements. Looking for “the one”...

All Are Holy

WalkingtheNight

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“All are holy!” The religious chorus cries as they dance through the town. They’re singing praises of the god king, Lucius. His example is that all living things are holy, the plants, the earth, the people. We live on the edge of the capital in a small, poorer suburb. So it’s nice to have something of equal status as the nobility in the center of the capital.

As the group of religious leaders star...

Finally Arrived

WalkingtheNight

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It’s in the air. The crisp, wet, humidity. The soft light on the wind. The murmur of the clouds in the sky. The change of seeing only the stark red on the horizon to seeing it all around. Wearing warm and comfy clothes indoors and out. The best weather to be outside. The best season to be alive. Autumn has finally arrived.

It’s not just the weather for autumn, but it does set the tone. It’s the w...

Under The Willow Tree

WalkingtheNight

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She cried tears of pain,

Of that much I could tell.

Under the Willow tree,

It’s leaves cradling her face.

It wasn’t the silent tears of hidden shame.

Nor the the angers tears of loneliness.

It was the raw tears of agony.

She wasn’t shrieking yet,

But she has every right to.

For what worse anguish is there,

Than a Mother’s loss of her child....

Little Suzie

WalkingtheNight

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Who could say no to little Suzie. She’s a mixture of a feyling and a halfling with a whole lot of heart.

She’s got the small stature that reminds you of little adorable children you have to keep happy. As a half giant, names Greg, I can’t help but spoil her any way I know how.

She’s got the innocent puppy eyes that you know will make you feel guilty when their sad. Sheel’a, our rouge, has got suc...

Death And Chaos

WalkingtheNight

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It’s a normal day in the world. People move about their lives, working their jobs, going to work, and just being in the world. That’s said, except if we focus in on this tiny spot, in the little town, of Pila, Ohio, on a small road nearing Main Street. Birds seem to stop singing as an all black motorbike saunters on by. Screeeech. A crash occurs on Main Street as it passes. Ztzzzzz. A lineman’s ha...

G01D

WalkingtheNight

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Pressure. Darkness. Solid. We found it in the mines of Calumn. Glittering like the sun once removed from the rock and brought to the light. But never enough.

Cold. Wet. Jostled. We found it in the rivers of Qatar’d. Glistening like the stars among the pebbles.

But never enough.

Aseptic. Beautiful. Still. She lays out of the path of time. Waiting like Oppy on Mars, for enough sunlight to come. G01D...

Science fiction

Reminiscing

WalkingtheNight

1 min read

The leftover raindrops, flowing from the leaves, poured like the life blood of an angel, glowing in the moon light. I watched it as I waited in shadow of the tree. It looked like a holy white light compared to the sick, dark, red ink that had poured from the hole in the mothers side. The same ink that now stained my hands. I reach out to holy light and watch the fluorescent water mix with the ink ...

Thank Your Muses

WalkingtheNight

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The sun warms the sky overhead as it begins to shine down and glint off the buildings in the city center. A couple people look up to enjoy the view while the majority of the flow of people continue on their way without a thought. The stream of people continue through the city undisturbed for the most part. Occasionally, someone will shift the flow around them as they’ve tripped on a shoelace, or a...