Posted in Stories and Fiction

Weekly Serial Book 1 Chapter 5: Witness Unseen

(Author’s Note: Early on in my blogging, to honor the old pulp magazine serials, I began a weekly serial series of my stories. I have decided to repost those stories in serial form. Each Friday will feature a new chapter until a story ends. Then I will begin a new story. Enjoy!)

Witness Unseen

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 – The Final Chapter

I reach down with my mind and find him, lying there in the weeds. Thick mud settling, closing over his head. I wrench him free. Caress his tiny blue face and the life-beat throbs again. Rise to the surface with the child and set him free.

The child breaks through the surface of the lake with a rush of water and the father stares in disbelief as his son floats to him and falls into his arms.

Alive.

A life.

Trembling.

Puzzled.

Joy.

Father carries his child up from the lake to the house.

Wonder. And I?

I watch them go and slip back down into the depths.

To sleep.

My birth premature.

Sleep.

I am broken.

Sleep.

I will not awake.

Death.

Sleep.

Joy.

Posted in Stories and Fiction

Weekly Serial Book 1 Chapter 4: Witness Unseen

(Author’s Note: Early on in my blogging, to honor the old pulp magazine serials, I began a weekly serial series of my stories. I have decided to repost those stories in serial form. Each Friday will feature a new chapter until a story ends. Then I will begin a new story. Enjoy!)

Witness Unseen

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Closer.

I am waiting for my revenge.

Face turning blue and eyes wide closing.

I am waiting for my revenge.

Struggle, thrashing in the water about me, then stillness. A twitch.

I am waiting for my revenge.

Heartbeat throbbing and slowing. One beat. Two. Three ragged chords of life. Silence.

I am waiting for my revenge.
And then, a scream, not unlike one I have heard before. Of such pain and agony. Loss of one’s own. Pain. Helpless, hopeless loss and pain.

Scream of a man for his child.

She had cried thus. Scream. Piercing my soul like a thousand needles and ripping from me that unknown emotion. Scream.

And I know.

Posted in Stories and Fiction

Weekly Serial Book 1 Chapter 3: Witness Unseen

(Author’s Note: Early on in my blogging, to honor the old pulp magazine serials, I began a weekly serial series of my stories. I have decided to repost those stories in serial form. Each Friday will feature a new chapter until a story ends. Then I will begin a new story. Enjoy!)

Witness Unseen

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Yet I have sensed a special bond between this man and his child, something which I cannot comprehend. It lies not in me. I know. I have searched many times, but though I have much, I have not this. I long for it, but I will forget all desires save one, vengeance, and push my being to its completion.
Wait. There is a movement nearby.

The child has come to the pond under cover of the dusk, away from his father’s piercing eyes. He moves stealthily down the shore with rope in hand, gazing out with grim determination. Creeping closer. Closer.

“John, where are you!?”

Call of the father cutting through the child knowing his mission must wait.
“I’m down here by the lake.”

“I thought I told you …!!”

“Yes, but I want to show you … aaaah!”

Slip and the child tumbles into the depths,
falling,
falling,
falling
down
to
me.

I am waiting for my revenge.

Posted in Stories and Fiction

Weekly Serial Book 1 Chapter 2: Witness Unseen

(Author’s Note: Early on in my blogging, to honor the old pulp magazine serials, I began a weekly serial series of my stories. I have decided to repost those stories in serial form. Each Friday will feature a new chapter until a story ends. Then I will begin a new story. Enjoy!)

Witness Unseen

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I awoke from my sleep years ago to screams of a mother in pain.

My mother.

Who had sheltered me through these centuries of fire and ice and in whose warm bosom I had safely slept, awaiting my birth. She, my faithful Keeper, screamed in pain. Wave¬ upon wave of her torment washed over me and I wept with her.

My wail joined hers.

The earth shook with our agony and the treads of the great yellow monster which chewed at her flesh for days and then spat her back out again.

Chewed at my mother.

Until those two-legged ones took the monster away and a black gaping wound remained.

Still we screamed on.

Then the rains came and washed our pain away.
I trembled with rage at my helplessness; that I, one so great, could do nothing while my mother writhed in agony. I, trapped by forces set in motion before my existence.

So I trembled and waited. I wait still.

But soon.

And you see now why I must awake and destroy them who hurt her so.

Posted in Stories and Fiction

Weekly Serial Book 1 Chapter 1: Witness Unseen

(Author’s Note: Early on in my blogging, to honor the old pulp magazine serials, I began a weekly serial series of my stories. I have decided to repost those stories in serial form. Each Friday will feature a new chapter until a story ends. Then I will begin a new story. Enjoy!)

Witness Unseen

Chapter 1

“Hey, Dad! The lake’s got bubbles in it again!”

Cry of a curious child. Boy. Sigh of an overworked man bent over a cluttered desk inside. Click of the pen dropping from his hand. Reluctant groan of an overstuffed chair as he rises and moves tiredly to the door. Slam! The voices outside sifting through these walls.

“John, how many times have I told you to stay away from the lake? It’s too dangerous and …”

“But, Dad, I tell you I saw …”

“No buts! Now you heard me: Stay away!”

Voice rising. Child lost.

“Son?! Are you …?”

“Yeah, I know, Stay away!”

Stay away.

Reverberating down to me in my muddy womb, the conversation and stern warning from father to son, I hear. It has rained much lately and the sides of the lake are slippery, dangerous for a man, deadly to a child.

And so the warning.

I hear, and see and smell and touch this, for all of my senses are one, molded together in complex simplicity through time. And soon, with them in full readiness, I will arise from these dark depths that have been my prison for so long and I will take my revenge.

Ah, your questions. Revenge?

Wait.

Hush.

I will tell the tale.

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

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mathematically
is this what education has come to be?
revenge is the way when one is angry?
it’s not surprising
in this day of FPS, drones,
and the MIC
that you think pulling the trigger will set your problems free
count the bodies
watch the score
now it’s history
why love your enemy
when you can subscribe to this violent
numerology?

Posted in Peace Quotes

Forgoing Revenge

“Never does the human soul appear so strong as when it foregoes revenge and dares to forgive an injury.” – Edwin Hubbell Chapin

Posted in PEACE GROOVES

Matthew 10:28

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Do not return hate for hate for you will only become that which you despise. Evil only grows stronger when it is fed by revenge.

Let not fear be your guide. For as the Prince of Peace has said; “Do not be afraid of those who want to kill your body; they cannot touch your soul.”

Posted in PEACE GROOVES

Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord

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If we would truly live that
End the tit for tat
Stop pretending to be God’s personal baseball bat

Imagine what the world would be
If we trusted the Judge who sees everything
And lived within the circle of mercy