Pushing his ship futilely, unable to make way, the captain knew he couldn’t clear the rocks to get to that small piece of calm (little did his passengers know of the worn out engines).
Long ago she’d been human. Different but human still…
We stared at her…she was an Amazon; regally tall and as far above us as the moon over mud. But I was committed to my plan.
Her hair whipped in the wind and a tingle climbed her spine. The bad kind you get when you’ve done something you shouldn’t and got caught. She quickly rose, “I wonder who they were.” She looked above at the ruined house that watched them. “And what happened.”
He looked at her across the fire, the flame’s dance of light and shadow on the stone wall, as she sat with her head down. He turned his back to the fire and looked out into the night. “The road seems so much longer when we have no dreams to believe. And we have no destination… life has no purpose.” He heard the steady sound of water running down the mountain and knew it would wear away more rock. “It stayed that way until I decided one day to start walking and not stop until I found what I sought.”
She pushed off into the trough and was soon out of sight. He waited at the breaker’s edge until the moon set and night became the darkness before dawn. While she was with him, they had loved with the certainty and power of the tide. His heart had followed the rhythm of hers. He knew it would never beat the same way again.
People have to earn the right to your highest level of friendship or love.
These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
We breathe shallow… when we should breathe deep…
There was a stirring beside me… it brushed past like a gust of wind. Something moved fast and headed away from me. What the hell…?