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 “Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like.” – James 1:23-24 |
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May 2004
Archives Gift Wish List About Me Poetry (coming soon) Prose (coming soon) Photography (coming soon) Email Me The following entries are fictitious (mostly) and frequently inspired by real world events. |
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May 13th,
2004 Four...Three....Two....One....Twenty In about 4 minutes it will be May 14th and it will be the day of my birth. May 14th, 2004 As Matthias spoke with his mother on the porch, standing in the open doorway he felt the air as it blew into the house tingle with tiny sparks that sent his skin crawling. "Mom," he said, "Just go home, Mom, we'll finish talking later okay?" "Oh, okay honey. Just remember what I told you okay?" "Okay -- I'll see you later." Just GO!!! "And water the plants out here. See this pot? It's dry as a desert and you're supposed to be starting some zinnias. Here's the hose. I've already turned on the pressure just squeeze the nozzle." Matthias watched with growing anxiety as his mother walked at what seemed to be a snail's stroll away, into her car and drive away. "I know you're there," he muttered, "and you're a fool to attack me in my own home." "We're not in your home," answered a snickering voice in the wind, "and I see you've forgotten your weapons." At this, Matthias could feel the collar of his over-shirt being squeezed by an invisible hand. "This is still my home." Matthias said with a smile and squeezed the nozzle of the hose. The spectral grip fell away and before Matthias stood a soaking wet young goth -- his white face make-up running down his necklace with a pentagram and celtic knot and vulgar words pouring forth from his lips. "For a witch, your curses are pretty lame kid. Now go home, wash out that mouth and trade in your athame for a textbook on religion you new age wannabe pagan." "$%&@ YOU!!! I don't need magic!" screamed the teen-ager as he reached behind his back. Matthias threw the nozzle and hose at the kid as he turned to dash through the doorway. He heard the gunshot and the porch lamp shatter as he leaped up the stairs which spiraled upwards toward his bedroom. Time to get a little medieval. Matthias crouched down, his sights upon the spot where the little whelp would come into sight up the staircase. He smiled as he saw the boy's shadow on the wall, creeping slowly up the stairs. Four...three....two....one... He drew back his right hand and let go. The goth yelped as he found his gun pinned to the wall by a black arrow. Matthias dropped the bow and sprung from his position, leaping over the banister. The boy stumbled backwards down the stairs away from Matthias and drew out a vicious four inch blade that curved like spilled venom. "I thought I told you to get rid of the athame, kid," said Matthias as he drew the other weapon he grabbed from his arsenal in his bedroom -- an ornate long sword. "I'd like you to know that I dreamed about this happening last night, except that I put two arrows through your arm and one in your chest. I didn't even get to use my new long sword. I've been meaning to break it in -- would you like to help me give it a try? No? All right then, now drop the little butter knife that real wiccans don't even use as a weapon and get your scrawny butt out of here, Leonard!" He blinked, "How did you know my na--" "I said scram!" Leonard dropped the athame -- more out of fear and being startled than listening to Matthias and scrambled out through the doorway, nearly falling on his face several times before reaching the street. Matthias bent down and picked up the athame. On one side of the blade near the hilt was a strange engraving of a moon and a woman's face. Strange, he thought, new-ager wannabe witch/wiccan/satanist or whatever... for all his ignorance of what he's gotten himself into he did manage to turn himself invisible. If there are more of these kids then this seal may be of some use. While thinking, he began to tromp back up the stairs and stopped just before running into the shaft that still stuck out of the wall. He yanked it along with the skewered gun out of the wall. *sigh* "How am I going to explain this hole to my roomates?" |
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