Destruction Unseen

Truth of the matter is when the ends comes we will probably not even see it coming!

THE SCROLL BOX

From my novel, THE WATCHERS REQUIEM:

It was a small wooden box, almost the length and breath of Fayendar’s hand. Its lid was latched closed in such a way that its simple metal flip-lock needed no key. The lid’s top surface was ornately carved with a hand pointing left to an eye, below that was a swan-carved ship whose three unfurled sails were points. A small scroll was rolled onto two spindles that were locked in place by the closed lid. Fayendar noticed that when he turned the left spindle the text was written in such a way that the lid’s carvings pointed out certain passage details: either chapter, verse or circled letters. After decoding the circled letters, Fayendar read a message that really astounded him. For the author had written a warning not to add or take away from his words.

The tale he read on the scrolls were almost identical in every detail to Lyerah’s personal account. The Watcher‘s Book he had studied all those years at Varlendur paled in comparison to the beautiful simplicity of the original scrolls. For it contained none of the additional embellishings about the family and priestly lineages who followed the Watchers. Neither were there any of the proverbial sayings and ceremonial songs nor the lyrical prohibitions against associating with dwarves, and venturing into the western woods of Kinderval.

Fayendar began to remember all his ‘sacred service,’ the mundane ceremonial duties he had preformed, and how they were labeled as ‘theocratic secrets,’ forbidden to be shared with even his non-priestly family members. Strangely his eyes began to tear up. He felt strange inside. A scene of loss, and a feeling of gain all at the same time. He had been told his whole life what the book said, by so many people, that finally being able to read it for himself was almost overwhelming. There was also a scene of disappointment, because its difference was so different, so plain and simple, yet believable. Suddenly, he knew his tears were of joy. For he felt an inward growth, and the weight of all his guilt and frustration finally lifted from his mind and heart. Learning the truth of ‘The Truth’ had given him the confidence he needed to face anything.

No Obama Care in Texas!!!

http://www.notintexas.org/Letter_to_Reps.htm

Everyone:

The government wants to run ALL of our healthcare. The government will choose your doctor and what, or if, you get medications. And the government will MAKE you carry healthcare and if you don't then you will be fined for not doing so. Consider signing the Letter to Texas state politicans. VERY EASY !

Our New Pets

Thanks to my daughter's web surfing, I purchased two, (a male and female) ferrets today, and their cage and toys all for $100.00. I named them Sam and Rosie, from The Lord of the Rings.

SPACE FLIGHT - That first step...

I love Babylon 5, but what's the Truth about that moon walk thing?

Guess we really did go to the moon, huh?

So much for the myth-believers and the conspiracy theorists.

The Fairy Lands of Norwood

Harry Potter

We really enjoyed the latest Half-Blood Prince installment of the Harry Potter series. We've read all the books as they came out and each film on its opening night, and as usual this one was the best! If you've never read them or seen the films; get started - you wont regret the experience.

Birthday Wisdom Gone

The day before my 46th Happy Birthday I had two molars extracted; one upper and one lower on the left side of my mouth. I'm still drugged and dealing with the pain though it is going away. Glad Wisdom doesn't come by and lost with teeth.

Still plugging away on my epic, and finding inspiration with my other two short stories. I can't seem to just write, seems bits and pieces come to me at a time. Usually through dreams or collaborations of ideas during conversations with others.

Throbbing in my jaw, ache in my ear, and lack of interest in any thing else must mean its time for another pain reliever...

My Writings...

THE WATCHERS REQUIEM; An epic fantasy.

INSTITUTIONAL ME; humorous horror flick

DEAD SECRETS; serious murder mystery

I'm trying to discover a new nich in life. Seems becoming a writer is sneaking up on me. Well if I do have any kind of readership I would be encouraged to hear their thoughts. I'd like to published one before I die and become forgotten, and forget.

Dead Secrets

By

David DeLaine Snow

A week had gone by before the Coroner finally released her husband’s body to the local Funeral Home; a single gun shot to the head confirmed what she had seen for herself -- a suicide. Jillian would never forget finding George slumped over on the blood soaked couch with brain matter splattered against the wall. Nor would she be able to erase having to clean it all up herself.

Next to a pile of bills and collection notices on the coffee table lay George’s final note; which read: “It all got out of hand and I’m so sorry, but I can’t stop.”

George’s gambling debts had drained their joint bank accounts, and now Jillian was left holding several unpaid Payday loans. She lost her land line, Cable, and her utilities were being threatened with getting shut off as well. Now, she had to wait for his Insurance policy to kick in and pay for his cremation. Their eight months of marriage had not seen them do any more than verbally plan for their future old-aged deaths. Hence the wait began.

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Jillian entered the bustle of the Police Department, and walked up to the information desk, telling the clerk, “I would like to report a murder.” Everyone turned and looked at her. “Actually, I think I may have some information about those missing people in the news.”

　More forth coming...