This is a blog for the artists in you. For those who write, design graphics, or produce and want to get their work to the masses for all to see. I am also finishing my screenplay and will be posting some of my unfinished work as I brush up on my writing skills. SO, if you are an amateur writer, filmmaker, or artist, I would love to post your work to my audience I commit to post 2 to 3 times every week so we can all become a success in the craft we love.
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I am currently completing my M.F.A. in Creative Writing so If I can help you in your writing in any way, I will.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
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Somehow… the game continues!
There were so many memories etched in the Light; painful memories, because defeat and near destruction
seldom conveyed any measure of joy. Life, as he wanted to call it, continued for him, even in his diminishing
form.
So close! He had come so close and the human adage regarding proximities and when they count seemed
now only to gnaw at the last of his sensibilities. What he had composed and orchestrated had been neither a
horseshoe nor a hand grenade, and while many of his targets had perished, the overall symphony had fallen
resoundingly flat. Humanity still existed! Such had been the saga of Old Earth and the Elders, when he had been
called Baron Nomed.
The Binadamu had always been so scattered; indifferent to one another over appearance… hostile to one
another for any variation of culture… often hiding from one another in order to circumvent involvement as such
could lead to indifference or hostility. Regardless, they should have been easier targets to obliterate, but they
were not alone.
Elders!
Gods, Angels, the Maior Nathu, it did not matter the name; problematic was something they were good at
being despite what title they had taken for themselves. At one time, Nomed had been counted among them; the
one everyone considered to be Sere’s replacement – for when the old one would finally cycle to the Next Light. It
became clear the Old Master would not take that step, not while Nomed was his successor. That was when war
had been declared, when the cards were dealt and the game started. Nomed had looked at his cards and felt, with
just a little strategy, he could easily win. He was wrong, and in the aftermath of his defeat, Nomed had to
contend with his own destruction; a destruction at the hands of the very things he had intended to destroy. In the
end, an improper term at best, but a definition to which the mortals of Earth subscribed. In his form’s final
moment, Nomed found he had only one card left to play, and as he started to merge with the universe, Nomed
smiled and played it.
His will abandoned his dying form and hurled itself into the cosmos, with absolutely no consideration of
destination, acting out of a growing sense of desperation and futility. All that remained of Nomed was now a
pocket of nearly invisible gas, floating through the vacuum of space, spinning about itself. It slowly degraded,
losing more and more of the impressions that so many lifetimes had logged within the seemingly countless folds
of its mind and soul. “Who am I?” became a question he could no longer answer as he slipped into to a mode of
existence that could not choose between he and she.
It clung only to its perspective and its pair of ambitions: self-preservation and the eradication of the Binadamu!
Without its casing, however, it was truly dying, and Death yearned to taste this morsel once more.
Contact!
An unsuspecting touch and the near-lifeless form was quick to react and reach out, taking hold of whatever it
could find. The first touch was cold and dead, possessing only enough matter to be felt by the diminishing darkwilled
thing. Still, within that cold shell there was warmth, multitudes of warmth. It was a nearly forgotten
feeling, registering on what was left of its senses. It was enough! And though the living shadow did not have a
mind with which to remember, the sensation was still familiar somehow.
It surged! At the end of its reach there was a form, unaware of the shadow which now crept inside its body.
The dying form found life, and the means to sustain itself. There was very little conflict; the resistance the object
put forward was negligible. Hard to fight, after all, a malefactor one does not perceive. The body was indeed
weak, but Death had been turned away from her barely cursory hunt. It could hear the White Maiden laugh ever
so softly as she took her leave from it… for now. Only for now!
It could not move. It felt the form of life all around it, but motion was not one of its capabilities. Still, it did
not dare to leave the form; Death would only return and with the drain it would take to break free of the
oblivious preserve that had been encountered, it would not have the strength to return should a more suitable
form not be found within the time given. So it chose instead to explore the form, starting of course, with the
mind.
Though Nomed’s form was gone, his will… his dark essence, like so much energy, had not died. It had
simply changed form, finding haven inside one of the breeds it had endeavored to destroy: the Human Race.
Much had changed! While the will to conquer and destroy remained, the mind to fathom such
methodologies had been lost. The force of darkness barely remained intact. It could not remember its history; it
could not recollect its origin. It did not know why it was, it simply knew that it was and for some reason it must
continue to be. Thus it was left to mix with the thoughts, drives, and emotions of the one it had chosen to
possess. The translation of immortality to the mortal mindset had taken generations, but the dark force had
evolved, and though it could not substantiate why it wished to take such a destructive action, it would not
hesitate to resume its objective to destroy this small speck of life.
The dark form chose to wait! Time to it was not the same as what it was to the Binadamu, and it would enjoy
the luxury of immortality… if only for the moment.
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