SpawnPoint

Something interesting I wrote. Lol, and don't even ask, just what comes to mind sometimes. Enjoy... or something?

"There are night caps and then there are night caps." I said as I waved a stubby old finger at my grandson. This warm bottle in my hands giving me the affirmation I was making a joke he didn't yet understand. A fuzzy robe and a cozy fire. Those were my ladies of the night now. It'd been about fifteen years since she had left me... And now I'm visited by children from a generation of our own. Something we started and weren't able to finish together... But why do the thoughts of such an old man often toddle through my mind on days so beautiful? As if someone else had sat down in some chair in my mind to tell me their life's story.

I just put down my grandfathers glasses and tucked that old ratty robe he was wearing around him a bit tighter. He did have quite the grip on the bottle though. To think he'd not done anything different in the last fifteen years wasn't unimaginable though. Oh how he'd loved her. We all knew it would have some effect but to the extent none of us could imagine. There he waited each night. Waiting for the night he'd not wake up alone in this house. And for some reason, I can't seem to get the backs of his eyes out of my mind...

This one is just as it goes. Sometimes in life you realize things without ever knowing you've realized them. And just wake up all of the sudden. Well that's what this was was for.

He started climbing that ladder.
That ladder to the sky.
Picked a cloud and told himself
this one looks good.
Got up and set out his lunch.
The food was what he needed.

Everyday we do these things
Live in our routines.
We've chosen a life.
But where's the escape.

He stared out far into the sky.
That sky that never ends.
He stood and told himself
just one more step.
Put himself of that edge.
The fall was what he needed.

Everyday we do these things.
Live in our routines.
We're lost in a life.
And there's no escape.

He gained speed as he did fall.
that fall to the end.
This isn't what I wanted he
told himself on down.
But there's no stopping.
The shock was what he needed.

Everyday we did those things.
Lived in our routines.
We were gone in a life.
But we've escaped.

He woke with his covers in his hand.
That hand that never let go.
There is no reason I'd just
give up he thought.
So there he sat awake.
The morning was what he needed.

Everyday we live these things.
We choose our routines.
In control of life.
we dont need escape.

And lastly, I added this one for Alpha. She seemed to like the ones that were a bit more, menacing. So here ya go :D

A momentary still allowed a survey of the situation.
A beast, features just shadow on blackness. A leadened
breath that burned the air seeped from a gaping mouth.
Dark fog billowed off it's shoulders and back to the
floor. Rolling out and creating an eerie ambiance. It
stood panting, waiting. And a man. His clothes simple,
but not dated. There was a heavy chain attached to a
spiked metal ball leading back to his hands. Both
dripping in a dark viscus fluid.The monster
bellowed and ran heavily foward. Each step rang through
the ground as he came. It's hands protruding with an
evil intent. The man spun and brought forth his weapon
to bear. It plummeted from the sky upon the blackened
brow. A crimson thud was only an illusion. The creature
wrenched it's arm free and pushed itself to stand. But
that glittering ball arced down annihilating the beast's
left hand. It howled in pain and charged from it's
hunched position. There was no defense from this. A
heavy hand, with a cold grip, clasped the man's arm.
Striking back, and with a tiny hope, the man pulled a
dagger from his breast pocket. With his left arm
enclosed in a living vice, he flung the knife for
his attackers eyes. It spun wildly and caught the foe
vertically, from noes to jaw. Roaring and falling back
the blade was pulled and flung aside. This was going
to be it. A monster's pain against a man's
determination. A blood filled bellow signals the start
of it all. Each pounding step closer. A single heartbeat
at a time. some great silence between echoes. When
almost out of the heavens themselves, that glistening
red orb falls upon the demon's skull. Forcing the beast
down into now unstable ground. He smiles as he wraps his
chain and lifts the spiked ball from it's Cranial house.
Stepping over the body, he grins to himself, knowing
only that pride will be back someday.

I wrote something this evening. It was actually keeping me up not putting this down in print... but it's just something that could mean anything to whomever reads it. I would actually like some feedback, what do things mean to you folks as you go through this? Well here it is, and dont be afraid, they're just words, say SOMETHING after you read it, please, lol.

I woke up this morning to a dimly lit room.

Put on the shower and let shirt sleeves of water dress me.

Chose my finest linens for the day.

And set out on my way.

 

It wasn't warm but warm enough.

The sun had almost set as I walked from my door.

Perhaps it was frightened of what it would see.

This day would hold it's share of brutality.

 

Oh and how cool the wind felt.

Touching me through my shirt as i went.

I'd reach the source before long.

To find the creature that foul wind belonged.

 

Tall it stood, shaded in yellow black as soot.

Infernal eyes stood out from a shrouded face.

And the dangling shackles hung from long chains.

For this thing had broken from it's reigns.

 

The air may have been cold to the lungs.

But the gravel felt quite hot under bear feet.

And how my eyes burned with the sulfur in the air.

No site nor shock could quite compare.

 

Grabbing the rings I pulled it's immense face close to mine.

Whispered vile threats in veiled ears.

It pulled so hard to metal clenched in hands hurt.

And I thrust down hard forcing it's face into the dirt.

 

I'd warned it once without any reserve.

But calling such a reaction from me deserved it's own report.

Clinging to the silver with all my strength.

Slowly backing up to bring the chains to length.

 

The ground around shaking and throwing up dust.

Viral eyes now set upon a dirty beast.

It's once proud and sinister look coward before me.

I told it I'd not be tempted again for eternity.

 

The chains alight like brilliant scarlet.

Curls of dirt casting shadows across my face.

Pulling with all my strength he was beckoned forward.

Against his will the cry of a coward!

 

The sun must've stirred from it's hiding place.

For the light slowly returned to the odious scene.

And there a demon I should have slain long ago lay.

The only thing I felt was the long delay.

 

And a fresh wind rustled my trousers to catch my attention.

A woman holding the tropics in her hand was there.

Her dress nothing but the love for me.

And my thoughts only told me of what could be...