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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN 
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Silvered moonbeams fell on the lush lawn of the clearing producing an ethereal glow. Tinkling notes rose from a cascade of water at the head of the meadow to weave an aquatic melody into the cool night air. The trees that at times took up the mantle of terrifying sentinels did no such thing upon this night. This night they huddled around the moonlit clearing protectively, motherly, wrapping the meadow in a robe of silence and pale-green stars. Those solemn walls lead up to the heavy violet of the night sky. Tiny pinpricks of quicksilver seeped through the roof of the night to trickle upon the clearing, a quiet sheen that flowed across the meadow. Within the jeweled dew of the lawn a tattered form lay outstretched on the banks of the stream. His breath came in ragged sobs that tore at the night. His were eyes burning crimson, harsh from years of weeping and pain. Small trickles of blood still clung to scarred skin and one broken hand had fallen into the cool waters of the stream, the crystal surface mired by silt and pale tendrils of blood. The broken man levered his body onto his back. Fiery lances of pain arced through his nerves and blazing slashes seared across his vision. He moaned in pain and gasped as the flames died down and he forced his reddened eyes opened and looked on the dark heavens. The shimmering diamond veil above was lost behind the haze of the man’s eyes, ebony was all his pain dulled sight could decipher. His eyes slid shut slowly, and then wearily opened again. A thin, bright light that held him as surely as bonds of steel pierced the ebony above. He watched in rapt fascination as the tiny point moved from stationary, to faint motion, to streaking speed. It plummeted earthwards and like his hopes, disappeared. Leadenly, the man’s eyes fell closed and it was all he could do to breathe. The shadows began to grow within the clearing, stealing over the dewy lawn and enswathing the silent trees. The pressure built upon the fragile soul, building to the shattering point as shadows cluttered around, cloaking the man in despair. The pressure began to ease and the man ventured to open his eyes and was confronted with a looming alabaster shape that filled his vision. Starting back with fear the man made to scramble away. A gentle shushing sound came from the form and the man felt a warm touch on his forehead. He felt the heat flow through his body, easing pain, relieving weariness and finally dropping the hazy veil from his sight. That veil dropped and two eyes of lush green gleamed upon a face that was shining with a brilliant smile. He smiled back dazedly causing the woman’s smile to become broader and she stood to her full height. The man’s smile winked out as the graceful wings stretched out into the dark heavens. Fear flashed through his eyes and then his head dropped and his vision moved to anything but the angel before him. The angel began to giggle musically, a silver chime, and she placed her fingers under his chin and lifted his eyes to hers. “You know me, dear one. Remember.” As he looked into those green orbs he was drawn into a maelstrom of memories, seen as they spiraled swiftly by. Warm summer days bathed in golden rays could be seen and a giggling couple played in the grass, tickling and laughing. They lay on their backs and watched the clouds float by on cool summer zephyrs. They danced in the rain and lay together by the hearth. And then they were gone and the eyes again filled his vision. She moved quickly and kissed him teasingly and whispered in his ear: “Follow me…” And with a golden laugh she leapt into the air on seraphim pinions and the man was but a heartbeat behind. A shared joy filled their hearts as they flew straight into the rising sun. |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Dusk Treader - me thinks I see an up coming famous writer in our midst -- Wonderful work here ----) ~netswan |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
And a smart one too, to include prose in the submissions!!! |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Incredibly beautiful Dusk Treader ... me thinks I'd better get over to that forum and read a little more often! I read this with rapt attention throughout ... absolutely wonderful! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Beautifully written.  |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
"His breath came in ragged sobs that tore at the night." "His eyes slid shut slowly, and then wearily opened again." "shadows cluttered around, cloaking the man in despair." What a gift you have...this is an exhilarating tale! ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
DT~ I think they need to make a book just for your work!  -SEA |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Abe, I loved this the first time I read it and still do ! Beautifully written ! |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Abe~ I like this story... it's awesome! Your details are wonderful. Keep up the writing, and great job in submitting a prose! perhaps I'll try the same thing! "Even a fool knows you can't touch the stars, but it doesn't stop a wise man from trying." Harry Anderson, "Night Court" *Cassandra Roseen* |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
This story left me breathless the first time I read it and it continues to do so to me hon...beautiful work, you have my vote! *Krista Knutson* "Cherish your vision; Cherish your ideals; Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts. If you remain true to them, your world will at last be built." ~James Allen~ "We've made houses for hatred...it's time we made a place where people's souls may be seen and made safe"...~Jewel~ |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
Oh wow oh wow! So is this going as 2 pages in our book? I counted somewhere around 60 lines? Very cool idea to submit some prose! Definately worthy! You got my vote! |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
Wow, this is wonderful! It must be published, it must be published! "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde |
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X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon |
wow this was ethereal and truly gorgeous  kudos! ~H |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
This was Wonderful!! I want to read more!! A keeper here!! Bridgette "Creation of woman from the rib of Man: She was not made from his head to top him; nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him; but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be loved." -Unknown |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
amazing imagery and story telling... excellent writing...so much depth i hope prose is indeed included... great work jm |
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Dusk Treader
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Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
I wanted to thank you all for replying, I never dreamed this would get as many responses as it has. My deepest thanks to all of you Abrahm Simons "Keep on dreamin' boy 'cause when you stop dreaming it's time to die" - Blind Melon |
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Colin Senior Member
since 1999-06-05
Posts 596Callington, Cornwall, England |
I couldn't get the rhythm or rhyme in this one *wink* Seriously though, a great piece of writing Eric. |
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LadySofia Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 238FL., USA |
This was absolutely amazing. Great prose and a good read! ^_^ Amanda "A lizard ran out on a rock and looked up listening no doubt to the sounding of the spheres. And what a dandy fellow! ....the right toss of a ch |
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Not A Poet Member Elite
since 1999-11-03
Posts 3885Oklahoma, USA |
I'm not sure this will even fit on 2 pages. It probably will take a lot of votes to get it in the book. But it is beautifully written (I wish I could do something like that). As many positive responses as it has, maybe there is hope. Thanks for sharing. Pete |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
This piece captured my thoughts completely. Great job..... I hope they put it in the book. Parker |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Wonderful work. Would be proud to see this in the book Liz |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
This is so beautiful, I had to come back and read it again [This message has been edited by Munda (edited 06-24-2000).] |
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AVANTI Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 664INDIA/MAHARASHTRA/PUNE |
beautiful imaginary... i loved this one If all was light...then I would have never learnt the dark...from which such truth evolves from which evolves the light... Avanti Rao |
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Christopher J Member
since 2000-06-21
Posts 94 |
I have never read anything like this..this is truly amazing..i needed my dictionary and had to read it three times..the ending is beautiful, this is truly one of the best written pieces of work i have ever read, of any sort...please post more, and keep up the obvisously hard work!!! You are a true champion, one of the few in this world... |
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Twilight Tearstains New Member
since 2000-05-07
Posts 8 |
This is beautiful, wonderous, moving work, my friend...this deserves a bump all the way to the top!  ~We are only truly lost when we've lost ourselves~ |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Back to the top with this one... You know, Dusk Treader, at 14 responses you said you never wondered that you would get so many responses... With such amazing writing, you should not worry about that... you will have a huge fan following in your own right who will want to read each word that you have to offer... Such is the feel that you generate with works like these.... regards, sudhir < !signature--> Death, be not proud, though some have called thee, Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; - John Donne [This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 07-07-2000).] |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
*bump* |
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