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THE ELEVATOR
ONE: THE BOX
“Love
your BEATLES shirt!”
“Thanks.”
“Wow, seems such a long time ago.”
“I
know. How did we ever survive growing up
with no seatbelts or GPS?”
“Yep, the world has changed that’s for sure.”
“Right, remember when they use to play music in these things?”
“Is
it even moving?”
“Don’t think so.”
“They have cameras in here these days, I’m sure if something was wrong
they’d figure it out soon.”
“I’ll just hit the fourth floor again, and you?”
“Fifth, thanks.”
“Sure. No problem. Ugh, my cell phone just died!”
“It’s two-sixteen.”
“Ah.”
“My
daughter just had her second child.”
“Well, congratulations, grandma!”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Nice flowers.”
“Ah,
thanks, for the church secretary. She
was in a car wreck.”
“Oh
my goodness I’m so sorry to hear that. I
hope she is alright.”
“Yeah, she’s fine actually. She
stopped short for a red light and was rear ended by a Cop.”
“A
Cop, WOW, that’s a new one.”
“He
wrote her a ticket anyway, saying the light was green.”
“That figures.”
“She
was late for her last chemo treatment, which was the real reason she’s here.
–Got a name?”
“Oh!
Uhm, Sandra.”
“Maybe that’s too cute of a name for a new grandson?”
“Yeah, Oh I thought you meant mine, sorry. Steven Joshua Michaels.”
“Good solid name.”
“Yours?”
“Lydia, she’s nine, Marcy eleven, and Lisa is fourteen by now. They’re all growing up so fast.”
“I
bet. I mean what is your name.”
“Ah,
right – Randal Mathers.”
“Very nice.”
“Why
thank you, Sandra. Time?”
“Two-nineteen, I know this thing still isn’t moving is it?”
“Nope.”
“I wouldn’t be too concerned.
Sure we’re more worried about being stuck in here than the poor sap who’s
still pecking at the buttons above us.”
“Well, wish they’d stop. I’m out
of bars, and my charger is in my daughter’s room. I would love to see the baby before he
graduates college.”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry, I went to go get some coffee down stairs in the cafeteria but
they were out.”
“Don’t ya hate that?”
“Don’t they usually have a phone in there?”
“Um,
looks like the Firefighters have to have a specialized kind of key to open it
up.”
“Guess I’m not the patient sort, cooped up in steel boxes. Really hate small spaces. A few years ago a thunderstorm caused a
blackout up at the mall, and I was stuck in an elevator for nearly four hours. At least we could somewhat see out of the
glass, thanks to the skylight.”
“We?”
“Seven of us altogether, three of which were very rowdy and scared
kids.”
“Goodness sounds like fun.”
“Anything but.”
“I
bet. Doubt we’ll be stuck in here that
long today Sandra. Hospitals are a
little more up on things – I hope.”
“We’ll see, right?”
“What church do you go to, Randal?”
“I
don’t.”
“The
– church secretary?”
“Oh,
she’s just a neighbor, and Catholic I think.”
“Well, it was nice of you to bring her flowers.”
“She
watches my dog from time to time and no one likes being in the hospital alone.”
“That’s true.”
“What church do you go to, Sandra?”
“Oh,
now my phone died. Uhm, Second
Fellowship Baptist on Ruth Street.
You’re more than welcome to come anytime ya like.”
“Thanks, but I probably won’t, Atheist.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry about the dead phone it’ll start feeling a lot longer in here now
that we are both out of luck.”
“Did
you feel that?”
“Yeah and I noticed the lights flicker a second there too.”
“Ah,
here’s my off. Good luck with the new
baby grandma.”
“Thanks, Mr. Mathers. Hope I
don’t get stranded in here alone now.”
“Hope not.”
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THE BACK AND FORTH
THE
BACK AND FORTH
“I’m
having those dreams again, those about the couple talking about me; the ones I
told you about. They’re dressed in
strange clothes, reading from a book and talking about me.”
“What are they saying?”
“What?”
“What are they saying about you?”
“About us, they’re talking – about us, you and me.”
“What are they saying?”
“They’re – they’re talking about how we died, as if it was a long time
ago.”
“Died?”
“Yes. You drowned.”
“Me! What – what about you?”
“I –
I was the one who found you, and then apparently I went off and hung myself.”
“It’s just a dream.”
“A
dream?”
“Yes, dreams seem real – at the time, and then you wake up.”
“I
was never asleep, I was walking along and suddenly saw them; when I saw you
floating in the water, tomorrow.”
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The Shadowed Smile
The waking dreams were as real as walking into another room while wide awake, as if from one place into another time. I heard a voice calling me from outside and when I stood at the front door to leave, I was entering the Chapel nave. The benched-line white room was empty of everyone excepted a boxed urn and her flower-wreathed portrait. Again her voice called me. Upon whirling about my sister's shadowed smile was calling me to the kitchen table for super as the family awaited my arrival.
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THE TALE OF ELJO
[GRAPHIC WARNING; Spoiler – turn back now]
I. THE BOOK OF REQUIEMS
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II. THE BOOK OF TALES
.
III. THE BOOK OF NAMES
.
IV. THE BOOK OF JUDGES
.
V. THE BOOK OF KINGS
.
VI. THE BOOK OF PRIESTS
.
VII. THE BOOK OF PROPHETS
.
VIII. THE BOOK OF THEREAFTERS:
....
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II. THE BOOK OF TALES
.
III. THE BOOK OF NAMES
.
IV. THE BOOK OF JUDGES
.
V. THE BOOK OF KINGS
.
VI. THE BOOK OF PRIESTS
.
VII. THE BOOK OF PROPHETS
.
VIII. THE BOOK OF THEREAFTERS:
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THE TALE OF ELJO
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A day came when
Eljo spoke a harsh tone to his father Bazel, “Do as you wish father, you are a
grown man, for there is no reason for you to hold my hand any longer. I am no child.”
Bazel replied, “Is
it not you my son that instead I should be the one saying such a thing to you?”
“Even now
father? Ever you go on about yourself in
turning my words against me in your own favor.
As I said, do as you wish and bother me no more for I am my own person
to be left alone.”
“As you wish, Eljo
but you are loved.”
“You as well,” he reluctantly
gave.
Later on, by the
light of a pale full moon Eljo was found laughing amid his friends throwing
gambling dice. One of the six, a Ruffen,
the brother of Jo’ban, Eljo’s closest companion spied a shadow crossing down a
street on the walls of a distant home.
Ruffen called out, “Come fellows, let us make sport of the unsuspecting
vagabond who passes yonder. These dice
have bored me and perchance there are better winnings to be gained elsewhere.”
In one accord they
rose up with bent smiles eager for malice.
They pursued the speeding long-shadow.
Drawing near they found the figure to be that of a young woman. Their pounding hearts rushed into a different
lustful direction with open laughter. As
they soon fell upon her in their advancements against her will. They tossed her to the ground and began
rapping her. Instead of waiting their
turn after Ruffen, the others began sharing themselves with one another in like
manner and took over when he was done with the girl.
It was in that
moment and cause that had called Bazel’s own attention from venturing late to
his sister’s home. Upon seeing the
entangled bodies the old man called out to the men. One by one he pulled them off the horrified
woman leaving the men still standing naked with no shame.
Not recognizing his
son, Eljo then spoke out saying, “Old man what have I to do with you and your
affairs?”
Robing the naked
woman in his own cloak, Bazel said to him, “You are your own, but she is not
yours nor did I teach you by word or deed to so behave in such a manner.” They
turned as the father aided the girl to her home in the opposite direction.
But still being
naked themselves and full of rage for having their winnings plucked from them,
the men came against the parting strangers.
Again they assaulted the woman even more violently than before, as they
made the old man watch their enjoyment.
Soon afterwards Bazel was beaten, and what was done to the girl was now
done to him with much laughter.
With stick in hand
Eljo lead his band of brothers in the beating of his father, till neither his
nor the woman’s face remained. Only after
being bathed in blood did they all dress one another and soon found their way
to the home of Jo’ban on the other side of the city of Lindol. After strong drink the early morning found
them all still in exhausted slumber and nakedness.
Such were the deeds
and time of the Elioud, those apostate sons who abandoned their Nephilim father’s teachings, ere the days of Noah.
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http://www.norot-art.com/the-book-of-smokeless-fire
http://rmc.library.cornell.edu/medievalbook/default.htm
The Ode of Fayendar
Seven tomes of ancient lore
kept sacred by locks and keys
about sigiled Judges and fallen Kings
with mystic Priests and fiery Prophets;
yet, amid them all a hero walked
in that darkened Nephilim age,
ere the world was washed away.
It was in those lost days of Adam,
after Cain’s violent fame was won,
when the immortal Sons of God
took the daughters of lesser men;
from those wives children were born
renown as teacher among the lesser men
called heroic giants, and Nephilim Lords.
From those far off eastern lands
Harad’s defeated forces fled
their war-torn realms for the
Ancient Shores of whispered hope;
there, they met that harbored remnant
of forgotten immortals so gathered
behind their vine-laced walls once fair.
Before Mithar those Bedouins pitched
their weary tents for commerce,
the trade of friendship, not to usurp;
with herds and daughters to give,
they sought their journey’s end
and learn from such tutors
what new skills they may.
In their meeting, that Judge Shadol
humbly came with broken heart, did praise
that fair sea-land King beside the Bay;
on behalf of his tribal father
desired the murderer be imprisoned;
thusly, in that lighthouse tower
was how their alliance was forged.
Under King Vendumar’s fair rule
they grew more subservient
in the secrecy of arrogant might;
as their tent-dwelling kin
were shunned for pagan beliefs
in retaining their skin-art traditions
yet remained free beyond the walls.
In time the lowly Nasil
became as students before
those fair Mitharian nobles;
by ritual lessons in secret rite
were they raised as stonemasons,
ship builders and fishermen,
then masters of elder lore.
A new people had come forth
from a forgotten few and dismayed
beneath the shadowed of a tower,
whose King’s words were law;
they came to be viewed as divine
before a fallen world in need
of their restored Light of Truth.
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Taking a BREAK from Facebook
I'm taking a break from Facebook's social media of overwhelming political and blitz drama for a while. I'm getting caught up on a few portrait line-drawings, and my Scroll Artwork "translations" as well.
I put in a job bid for another position at work. I'm a Rehab Tech II and the new position is the same Staff Supervisor; just a lateral move, but the duties will be different in that it'll be in a "warehouse" atmosphere. The individual clients will be working for pay toward completing Contracted Orders for out sourced companies in the real world off campus.
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I put in a job bid for another position at work. I'm a Rehab Tech II and the new position is the same Staff Supervisor; just a lateral move, but the duties will be different in that it'll be in a "warehouse" atmosphere. The individual clients will be working for pay toward completing Contracted Orders for out sourced companies in the real world off campus.
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