I can only just remember standing, gazing, breathing down the nape of the neck of the Nile. Immense water pivoted downstream, carrying the reflection of my eyes and the heat of the sun upon the surface. Reeds shattered the waters surface in hues of yellows, like fire upon smooth stone. Grains of sand burrowed themselves deep into my palm, nearly invisible but harsh to the touch. Sand glittered underneath a deep crimson dawn that eclipsed over the far away horizon. A new day was burning.
Breaking through seas of crystalline, fine white dirt towered a kingdom, hidden in shadows at the deep darkness of noon. This was a kingdom unparalleled, the mother of all cities, the father of all societies. Bathed in stone, birthed under the ever watchful sun, she sought to bring forwards revolution before the word had been spoken.
In my palm, I held a single perfectly carved limestone shard, so finite that the pressure of my grip crumbled it to old dust. This kingdom was dead.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
10/3/11
"Oh, not again," Jimmy sighed. His skeletons just refused to stay in that closet. He would hear a distant thump from the closet, open the door, and they would all come tumbling down, bones falling on the nice carpet. They just refused to stay on their hangers. They insisted on annoying him. He had things to do that didn't involve sweeping shattered vertebrae into a dustpan.
Jimmy glanced at his desk. Next to his clock a lone skull flickered in the waning light, the eye sockets gleaming ivory white where, once, eyes rolled. It held a macabre, eternal grin just for Jimmy. It reminded him of the face it once held, and he would smile back. This skull didn't belong in the closet, shoved away into corners stocked with cobwebs. It was the mantle piece, his most prized possession.
Jimmy heard a loud commotion from upstairs. He let out an exasperated, laughing sigh. Those skeletons just won't stay put! He trod up the stairs, flipping on the light switch to illuminate the depths of the corridor. The closet door hung wide open on bloody hinges, filled with emptiness. With a crooked hand clasped on the door, a skeleton, standing slate white, gazed at Jimmy without eyes.
"I told you to stay put," Jimmy whispered.
Jimmy glanced at his desk. Next to his clock a lone skull flickered in the waning light, the eye sockets gleaming ivory white where, once, eyes rolled. It held a macabre, eternal grin just for Jimmy. It reminded him of the face it once held, and he would smile back. This skull didn't belong in the closet, shoved away into corners stocked with cobwebs. It was the mantle piece, his most prized possession.
Jimmy heard a loud commotion from upstairs. He let out an exasperated, laughing sigh. Those skeletons just won't stay put! He trod up the stairs, flipping on the light switch to illuminate the depths of the corridor. The closet door hung wide open on bloody hinges, filled with emptiness. With a crooked hand clasped on the door, a skeleton, standing slate white, gazed at Jimmy without eyes.
"I told you to stay put," Jimmy whispered.
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