New Adventures

Today I have tried something different. Art in all forms is a bit of a passion of mine, from oil painting to writing. But I gave something new a try today that’s got me happy.

Today, I present my first attempt at spray paint art. And no, not the graffiti style stuff you see in buildings and trains, but a more modern approach to classical art.

This piece, called Shattered, is spray paint on canvas, 12″×16″. I do plan on selling it, I have too little space for holding on to more of my own art.

Darkened: A Storm’s a Brewin’

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“A sudden change in wind patterns has brought a severe thunderstorm warning for this area…”

Douglass looks up from his fifth glass of whiskey. He could feel the storm coming in his bones. Surrounded by other patrons, he keeps his smile as he orders one more. The bartender nods, then Douglass continues his lighthearted conversation with a man to his left.

“They say it’ll be a bad one this time. Boss is cutting down by…”

“You ever hear of that crazy red-haired hero that was on TV the other day…?”

Conversations came and went but still he felt the presence coming. He stopped paying attention as the storm’s first roll of thunder could be felt in the air. He wondered why this particular one caught his attention. Storms come and go, he knows. He lays down the glass in his hand, running the other through his long black hair. Deep, peering green eyes fall on the empty glass on the bar, considering if he should have another or pay out for the night.

The stool to his right emptied, and another body slumped into it. After the new arrival ordered a drink, she turned to face Douglas and smiled. “Good to see you again, stranger.”

Douglass smiled, but it shortly faded as he felt the storm broil even stronger. The lady to his right caught the quick change in expression, her own changing to worry. “What’s wrong, that not even my being here isn’t lifting you up?”

Douglass was caught off guard for a second, then gave his usual mischievous grin. “Honestly, been wondering what Nordic god is coming my way. I pissed a lot of them off.”

This caused the woman to laugh, thinking the man was merely joking with her. After a few short seconds, her laughter subsided before she replied. “I thought the heathen gods were dead?”

Douglass smiled. She wasn’t far off, for most of them were, and an even larger number of older legends that history never told about. But he nodded his head, then smiled.

“I must be off, before the night grows too long. Same time tomorrow?”

The woman nodded, and Douglass left after paying his tab.

* * *

Just outside the door, lightning flashed. The sudden light showed something deeper than his slightly tanned white skin. The more the lightning flashed, the more the cracks behind his mask showed. He removed his heavy cloak as he slipped down a dark alley, despite the rain pelting down on him. With the coat removed, the spell on him broke, and large, black leathery wings shone in the intermittent flashing of lightning.

His wings lifted him straight into the air, his hair growing longer until it reached the middle of his back. The mask began to crumble away as a pale, cracked and scarred face began to show. The only thing that even resembled the man before was his deep, bright green eyes, though the whites were pale yellow.

He landed heavily on the top of a skyscraper in the center of downtown,
His eyes scanning the swirling black clouds that blocked all light from above. He could feel the presence from within the storm, one that felt akin to a lightning god he once faced. The swirling clouds intensified, forming a large funnel cloud that sped in his direction.

He takes flight, barely escaping the whirlwind that came for him. Where the funnel touched the stone a body formed, the clouds around it disapating as if they were never there. Douglass knew instantly who it was, a form that he had seen far too often throughout his life.

There stood his most hated enemy, a sorcerer whose power he had never been able to match. The sorcerer’s face was shrouded in black, his head hooded and body clothed in a heavy black and red robe. Deep from within the hood a voice called out, calling him by his true, demon name.

“It’s good to see you once more, Dark.”

Love You (to Death)

“She is crazy!”

I knew what he meant. She used to badger him all the time about how much she loved him. And that was day one of their relationship. David didn’t understand how attached that girl used to be to him until she finally cracked.

He tried to put her down easy. He tried every trick in the book to break it off with her until she met me. He was happy that her crazy way of loving someone was shifted from him. “Good riddance!” He would always say. I enjoyed her company so I didn’t mind stealing her away from him. That was about a year ago and I had asked him to accompany me to find the perfect anniversary gift for her.

“As long as it isn’t a gun or knife…” He always said that. She had plenty, to be sure, but she enjoyed almost every gift I have given her throughout the past year so I wanted to be sure to get something extra special.

“Hey, there is her favorite album!”

Type O Negative’s ‘October Rust’. I had come to find out that between me and her I was a bigger fan than she had been. But this particular album, or one song honestly, spoke volumes to her. So I picked it up.

Flash forward to the day of our anniversary. Andrea was coming to my little apartment. I had everything set up. Disc in the player, her favourite flower petals, burnt as incense then cooled, were laid along the hallway to the bedroom. Her favorite meal and desert finished. I even had the most glorious ring sitting in my leather jacket’s pocket.

I was ready. I answered as she knocked on my door. Inviting her in, I lead her to the dining room table. Her face, normally the color of freshly fallen snow underneath a roof of black, was lit with fevered red all over her cheeks and her black painted lips turned to the brightest smile I have ever seen her give. She knew, and I knew she would. Some of this cliché usually sends these messages to women.

As our forks laid down from finishing the feast I had prepared, I secretly hit play on the stereo. Soon, I could hear the song play, and her face got even brighter. I picked her up and we danced in a slow pattern for a minute until the song reached the perfect spot.

“Aaahh, let me love you…
Tooooo…”

I knelt before her, pulling my surprise from my pocket and sang with the song.

“Aaaahh, let me love you…
Tooooo…. Death…”

She clutched my right hand tightly as her mascara began to run. Her face melting into sobs and joy as she took the ring and slid it onto her finger. We danced through the rest of the song before I swept her off her feet, leading down the path of burnt flowers fallen. As “Be My Druidess” began, she finally answered my question with a resounding “Yes!”

She might have been crazy to David, but she was my perfect woman, my greatest wish and the one I wanted to love until death.

Okay, this was originally supposed to turn sour, but I have tears in my eyes from this one. I felt the ending was beyond perfect despite the fact that she was originally designed to go psycho at the end.

Have a beautiful week and if someone pulled this kind of stunt for you, love them to death too!

Stain of Time

I have been around for far too long.

Many generations of descendants have come and gone before me in my nearly two and a half centuries of life. Cursed was I to watch as they buried my great, great grandson before me. A child of twenty years, gone because of someone texting behind the wheel.

My only living descendant was his year old daughter, with a woman that I never had the chance to meet. They were unwedded, so I know nothing of them or their family.

I lift my feeble arms to bring my cold, clammy hands to my weeping eyes, drawing away tears that have been all too prevalent in recent years. Living through five rounds of cancers, hiding away in some home that my once proud and secure retirement fund barely affords. Unknown to the last child, the last remnant of my family before I realized that there she stood.

She was a beautiful woman, the mother of the last born. The only thing marring her face was the mascara running down her cheeks. There she stood, holding the last hope of my family, the last one to hope to survive my curse. I wipe away the near dry stains that were once tears and reach my arm feebly into her direction. She stepped back, but held her daughter out just enough for me to see her darling face for the first time, hopefully the last.

I pull my arm back, knowing to touch the dearest hope of my once proud world would surely destroy her. I let my head fall as my weeping grew stronger.

And I never raised my head again.

Edited to fix grammatical errors. Enjoy

Madman

The country, or the whole world, has gone insane! Raiding and looting, pillaging of homes and warehouses. It’s like an attack of pirates in all four corners of the world! Those who haven’t gone mad, those who still claim some form of sanity, hide within walled fortresses against mass mayhem and genocide.

Or, at least so I had thought.

* * *

I crouch, hidden behind a half wall as I avoid being discovered. I constantly check my surroundings, hearing noises as if they were all around me. I had to escape. I had to find shelter. Three long days ago was when I last ate, a barely edible meal of years old dog food I had looted from a group of bandits. Shelter, one of the walled fortresses in the middle of the city.

I bring my gun up, moving slightly up to glance over the shattered brick wall that was my cover. Nobody was there, but I heard a ruckus as some of the crazed fools looted a newly discovered hovel. I lower my rifle, dash out from my hiding spot and slam my back into another wall a few feet away. I can’t be too cautious, there is too much possibility to be discovered.

I hug the wall, moving at a seemingly snail pace as I follow the wall to the end, checking down an alley in the dim light of dusk. Soon, I will have to get out my flashlight just to be a le to see. That would be problematic on its own. I dash down the alleyway, keeping my rifle shouldered as I clear pass two barricaded doors on one side, sprinting pass another alley between two buildings before I reach the end.

I glance out into the street, judging the distance between two buildings before I noticed the lights at the end of the block. A fortress! I finally had gotten close enough to it. There was gunfire, a few people falling over just a few yards from me so I had to make my next move quick, and silent.

I roll to the other side of the street. Two men in dusty, ragged clothes stepped near their kill. One kicks both of the bodies, the other proceeding to loot them. I hover at the edge of the wall on the other side of the street, thankful for the darkness as I slowly make way towards my hopeful salvation.

When the two marauders turn back towards the street behind them, I ease my movements and speed up slightly. My foot catches a fallen brick, sending it into the street. Damn it to hell!

The nearest deranged man turned and began to fire in my direction. I duck behind a pile of rubble, firing back from behind cover as the other man joined in. I lucked out and after a full clip was emptied, the two men fell. I dash, then slumped to the ground beside them as another two men peered out from a doorway.

One breathe at a time, I keep my aim on them while trying to play dead. They move closer, and no others followed. When they near me, I hold my breathe, waiting patiently on my stomach for them to close the gap enough not to waste too many more bullets.

One couches just beside me, prodding the body next to me with the end of his rifle. I try to remain motionless between breathes, waiting for just the right moment. Both men stood within my sight now. I inhale quietly, slowly, as the closest one brings the gun close to my head.

Ratta-tat-tat. The two fell and I eased myself up. I grab the guns of the closest bodies and dart back to the other side of the street. I make a run for it, no longer caring if I’m heard. All I have to do is reach the fortress of white at the end of the street and get inside, hopefully.