For the moment, I simply dream
Of that forever love
It’s simplicity, it’s beauty
It’s sublimeness, it’s depth
It seems as if the forever I have waited was only a moment
It seems as if the moment I have longed has been an eternity
My soul simply cries for that day to come
My heart simply asks for the consolation that it will
All that has come to pass has awakened me
All that will, grasps me
How can love cause such pain
How can joy reap such sorrow
I walk slowly up the hill. The chilly wind sweeps down from somewhere outside this world, and rushes past me in a flurry of illusive wonder. Out beyond the little patch of green I stand on, the trees stretch out in rolling splendor to the horizon—and slowly, slowly they’re turning crimson, and orange, and gold.
It was a beautiful work of art. The sun glistened off its graceful curves of gold, and glimmered among the majestic shapes of the engraving etched into the face. It was big, bold and stunning, fit for the elite, and especially for Josiah Deacon.
Josiah Deacon was a big, bold man. He was exactly the kind of person that would wear such a ring. His forward and abrupt manner was magnified tenfold in the shimmering brightness of the huge diamond. The only thing more fearful and imposing than Josiah Deacon was Josiah Deacon wearing the ring of St. Vincent.
Right off, I have to say thank you to Paul, whose piece "Quiet Society" has been inspiring me ever since it was written, until my thoughts have materialized into this reflection . . . It might seem a contradiction to his observations, at first, but I think I’ve really found a fascinating, paradoxical connection, underneath it all.
...A hundred-word long babble...
The American College Dictionary defines the word "drabble" as meaning... "to draggle; make or become wet or dirty." I offer a second and more pleasing definition. A drabble is a piece of writing exactly 100 words in length, with a title of up to 15 addtional words. Drabbles are most commonly used in fanfiction and I thank my good friends at theonering.net for introducing me to them, but they can be about anything your heart desires. I have found them very addictive. Go ahead, try one for yourself - just make sure to count those words!
- To Warren. H. Carroll -
“Blue or red?”
“You know I always want the blue one. The blue one is mine.”
“But it’s cracked.”
“It’s always been cracked. You know that.”
“Not always.”
“Always.”
“Once, though, it must have been new—and then it wouldn’t have been cracked.”
“Always. Always mine, always cracked.”
Where you are, nobody knows
“Missing in action” is how the story goes
It was a secret ambush, or maybe a failed attack
But in any case, you never came back
For family and friends, life won’t be the same,
And you can be sure, they’ll remember your name
But as for your country, you might feel betrayed
You might be thinking, “They’ll forget in a day”
Who am I? As far as the physical realm is concerned, my name is Timothy and I'm 14 and a freshman in high school. I live in Andersonville, TN, and have previously lived in Pittsburgh, PA (where I was born), Carlsbad, NM, and Denver, CO. I have four brothers, no sisters. Sounds fun, hey?
Writing is my venue through which I express my creativity, and I love doing it. My sport is hockey, and nothing else comes close. My hobbies are reading, hunting, and stamp collecting.