Hawk Eyes

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Some of you may not know that I have a fiction blog, and that I’m currently writing a series of stories that I really enjoy, called Hawk Eyes.

The story revolves around a guy who develops some very strange eyes. He can see very far away, and has excellent night vision, and his eyes even look like the eyes of a hawk! He has also just met a young lady.

Here is a piece from the most recent segment:

I must have passed out, because I don’t remember anything before the two of us hit the ground, with a huge thud. The strange thing was, we were right back where we started. Was it a vision, or had we really turned into hawks?

To be honest, I couldn’t think straight, I was in too much pain, and as I rolled around moaning, unable to get up, I was vaguely aware of Michelle yelling at me. “What the hell is wrong with you?!!” “You almost killed both of us?!!” But her voice seemed distant and I had a ringing in my ears, so I ignored her.

As I began sitting up, she was still yelling, “You never give up, in the middle of a transformation!!” I shook my head trying to think, “A transfor…..what?” It was then that Michelle stood over me, with both hands on her hips. She said, “Trans-for-ma-tion.”, as if I needed to hear it slower. And then she did something I would never forget, and to be honest I wish she hadn’t done it…….

For more of the story, and other fiction as well, you can find it here:

www.themysticalforest.wordpress.com

The blog name is Blue Skies in the Morning, and the web address above will take you there.

Thanks for reading!

I will be posting some poetry here later today.

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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Whale Song II

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Did she do the right thing? As she stood in the bow of her flagship, the Queen wondered if she had rushed the marriage. They had taken her love from the prison island and he was only the shell of a man now. He was so weak, it took two men to carry him to the longboat, and then up into the ship.

He had forbidden her to look at him in this condition, and she turned away out of respect. After he had cleaned up, and shaved he was ready to see her. Was it just sympathy saying, they should marry right now, right here on the ship? The Captain consented and the marriage was done quickly, so that her love, the Viscount could rest. She wore a plain blue-grey dress for the ceremony, to make everyone feel more comfortable.

The ship lunged forward now, as the huge blue whale pulled even harder on the harness, the bow went down, then back up again. The whales had been so kind to offer this, in order to rush them back home. As she stood on the bow thinking, she was torn, knowing how deeply she loved him. She never wanted to be parted from him again, and the only way for that to happen, at least in her day, was to marry. But would they be able to have children? Would she have a true marriage?

It was then she heard the whale song. Off the port side of the ship another whale leaped into the air, and came crashing down, into the dark water. It was her counterpart calling her, the Queen of the Northern Whales. She spoke to her mind and said, “Do not worry dear one!” “I have a gift for you…..just a glimpse really…..but a wonderful gift!” She continued with, “Now close your eyes…..”

The Queen on the flagship closed her eyes anxiously, and immediately saw her castle home. There she was with her love, decked out in a military uniform, looking healthy and handsome……….and as tears came to her eyes, she saw children! She counted……..and there were six! The oldest was having a birthday party. Somehow she knew her first child’s name…….it was Maria.

With tears streaming now, the vision vanished and she opened her eyes. Between the sobs she managed to sing a beautiful whale song back to her counterpart. It was a song of gratitude.

      

 Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Last People on Earth XIV – The Farm

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It was dark and raining, as they drove the last few miles.  There were no lights anywhere, and for the last 30 minutes of their journey they drove slowly, peering through the darkness, looking at mailboxes. Their left front headlight was lit, but dangling, shining on the gravel road. Suddenly, Miriam saw the right mailbox, and pointed saying, “That’s the one!”. They pulled up to the gate. They were nervous about what they would find, but overjoyed they had somehow made it.

After getting out, opening two different gates, then driving some more, they saw the shadows of the barn, and out buildings. They were both silently hoping there would be no drones to deal with tonight. Jeremiah still thought he needed a gun, but said nothing. He said, “We should sleep in the truck tonight, instead of stumbling around in the dark, and maybe finding raccoons in the house.” Miriam quickly agreed, and shook her head yes. She had forgotten how dark it could get in the country. Besides, they could also see a fog rolling in from the west, so looking around the property was out of the question.

A few minutes later they were trying to get comfy with some blankets. Jeremiah was on the front seat, and Miriam was in the back (it was a four door pickup).  They were both restless, Jeremiah twisted and turned, and was giving up hope of any sleep, when Miriam sat up and said in a whisper, “Jeremiah I can’t sleep, maybe you should come back here.” He raised his eyebrows, and wondered. Was that an invitation to sleep……or? When he opened the back door to get in, he paused and said, “Miriam I don’t think this is going to work”. She was simply too tall.

She waved him in, so he thought he would give it a try. “Remember my shoulder is sore….”, he said. “Ok turn this way” she said. He said, “Ouch! Lift up your arm…….now turn”. “No turn this way……now lift your legs”, he continued. Somehow Miriam’s long legs wound up, over the front seat, with her head resting on his chest. She was asleep almost immediately, breathing with her mouth open. He had his good arm around her as he listened to her breathing, and the rain now pouring on the roof. It was a good way to fall asleep, he thought, and he was out like a light.

When they got out of the truck in the morning, they were stunned, with how beautiful the place was. Someone had been taking good care of the farm. There were no animals, but there was still the smell of cow manure lingering. Miriam didn’t mind, in fact, it reminded her of her village in Africa, especially during the spring cattle drives.

“We need to do lots of planning Jeremiah, to get ready for planting next year”, she said, as they walked to the house. He was already seeing a great building to set up the lab in, and pointed to a large garage, “Look the laboratory……” They spent the day getting the house in order, and unloading.

They left the window open, in the master bedroom that night, to breathe in the cool, country air. It was Jeremiah that heard it first, the familiar hum of a drone, hovering just outside their window. Lights were flickering. “Miriam wake up — drone!”, he whispered.

Miriam did wake up, heard the noise and saw the lights, but she was more concerned about Jeremiah. As he lay on his back, she moved over, and placed her long upper body over his. She whispered, “Shhh!” Peering into his eyes, she said, “Let’s not think of drones and guns Jeremiah……” She placed a single finger on his lips, and shook her head no. “Let’s think about us…….. instead……..” Then it was her lips that found his, and they tangled in a beautiful warfare…….

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth XII – The Accident

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After they drove into Pennsylvania, Miriam woke up from her nap with a smile on her face. “I was dreaming again of our baby”, she said. “You mean Sofia?” he asked. “Yes! Wait until you see her Jeremiah!” “She will be so beautiful.” Miriam was mixing in Amharic, with her English, which was good, because it helped him to learn. He looked at her and smiled, realizing how much he loved her beautiful, brown skin. He was grinning and silently telling God, “You know how much I love her……..”

After a quick stop, at a rest stop, they jumped back in the Ford F-250. Jeremiah had noticed how the engine was straining, and the transmission was having a tough time. He wished he had found a bigger vehicle to haul everything. They put the windows down, because it was a cool, late summer morning.

Less than an hour later, they were talking about how much further, and Miriam was looking at maps, when they heard an all too familiar humming sound. “Where is it?” Miriam said. They were both looking, when Jeremiah spotted the drone to his left, on the driver’s side. “Miriam get down!!” “You son of a …..” He was yelling at the drone, but stopped himself from cursing, realizing how much it upset his wife.

He slammed the accelerator to the floor. Miriam ducked down but then popped back up, alarmed. “Slow down Jeremiah!!” He yelled back as the engine roared, and the transmission jerked and slipped, “The drone is keeping pace with us!!”, “Get down Miriam!” She refused, “Maybe it is just gathering more data…….please slow down Jeremiah!!” “There’s a curve coming…..”

“Oh God”, he mumbled. He saw it, but too late, there was too much weight behind him, for him to stop normally. He tried to brake without slamming the pedal, because otherwise the trailers would become detached, or they would flip over, and everything would be all over the road, including them. He frantically turned the wheel to the right, to the left, and to the right again, forcing the brake pedal as far as it would go. Then they were suddenly off the road, he yelled, “Hang on Miriam!!” He couldn’t control the wheel.

Miriam screamed, “God send angels!!” A tire exploded, and there was a huge crash on the driver’s side, with the truck finally coming to a stop. They were dazed. “Miriam……are you alright??” “Yes….I think so”, she said. Jeremiah noticed she had held the seatbelt, above her stomach, and around her chest, in order to protect the baby. He was banged up on his left side, especially his shoulder, and knee. He said, “My door won’t open…” So they got out on Miriam’s side to survey the damage. But first they held each other, and checked each other over. They weren’t sure about his shoulder.

She was weeping, and they kissed, but it was not a kiss of passion. It was a kiss that said, “I’m so thankful, you’re alive! And they meant it. She hugged him, but he winced, because of the pain.

To be continued.

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth IX – Liquid Gold

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There were times like this, where it made no difference she was a bio-chemist, or that he had been a 3rd year med student. It didn’t matter that she was from Africa, or that he was white, with red hair, that she was very tall, and he was not. All that mattered was that they were madly in love with each other. She snuggled closer and laid her head on his bare chest. She could hear his heartbeat in her ear, as he lay lightly snoring.

For weeks before the wedding, they both knew it was time. There was a certain way they both looked at each other, the way he touched her face, the way she rubbed his back. It was the way their lips searched, and found each other. There was a yearning and longing for each other.

And now, as he slept, they held one another. He was dreaming of the wedding again. Picturing in his mind the mountain, and how they made their vows to one another, kneeling, facing each other. They had promised to love each other, and to be faithful, even if they did find other people alive. Miriam had been worried about polygamy, so they had written vows, to only have one spouse, unless they were so injured, from brain damage, there was no choice.

They had also worked out all the details about faith, and placed those promises in their vows. They promised most of all, to love and respect each other. She would say and sing prayers on Friday nights, lighting the Sabbath candles, like her mother had done, and he would share with his family about the Messiah. That was all they ever needed. They didn’t know it at the time, but years in the future, this would still be an important part of their family life. They also promised to never part, during the difficult times.

But that was two days ago, and now as Miriam lay there, on his chest, she thanked God for her husband. She had never met a man so gentle, and yet so strong, at the same time. Tears began to flow, down her cheeks, and on to his chest. She quietly wiped her tears, and began singing softly in Amharic. It was a love song she had been teaching Jeremiah, in her language. In English the words go like this:

As long as there are rocks in the ground and fish in the sea,

You will always be, you will always be, my Love,

As long as the sun sets, on the water, making liquid gold,

You will always be, you will always be, my Love.

Jeremiah heard her singing, and stirred. He was at the part in his dream, where they had exchanged bracelets and placed them on each other’s wrists (instead of rings). She placed a leather one on his wrist with beautiful Hebrew letters from the Aaronic benediction……..  in English the translation was, “The Lord bless you, and keep you….” And the bracelet he placed on her wrist, was gold, and had belonged to his Great, Great Grandmother. She had received it as a gift, before the family emigrated from Holland, and it had been in the family ever since.

Miriam’s voice was unmistakable, and he awoke smiling. He began hearing the words in Amharic…….. “As long as the sun sets on the water, making liquid gold,” He joined in, and in perfect Amharic, they both sang……… “You will always be, you will always be,……..my Love…….”

And their lips found each other, once again……

To be continued.

 

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth VIII – New Light

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As they sat down in the atrium that night, Miriam was amazed at the sight and smell of the fresh pizza Jeremiah had made. He had placed fresh tomatoes, and spinach in with the cheese, and she was starving. Smiling to herself, she knew part of the reason she was so hungry, was that she felt free, and happier than she ever had before. She also loved his cooking.

Jeremiah paused, for a moment. Was he praying? Then he started dishing out the slices, which also had a beautiful, mouthwatering, thick crust. The moonlight was beginning to shine clearly through the atrium, as the sun was going down. For some reason, Jeremiah asked her, “So how many languages do you speak Miriam?” She smiled and said, “Well….it depends on what you mean.” “I know Amharic, Somali, Hebrew, some Arabic,  and of course French, and English”. His jaw dropped. He was continually amazed by this incredible woman. She continued, “Oh, I almost forgot, I was also teaching myself some Italian!” He smiled from ear to ear, when he noticed a black cloth bag on the table, and asked her about it.

“Well, you may have been wondering about my faith”, she said. “Since it is a Friday night, and soon it will be dark, I brought this with me tonight.” Uh-oh he thought, this could be it, the one thing that might tear them apart, “religion”. He tensed, but said nothing. She continued, “I am from a Muslim family, but my parents were very open minded.” She opened the bag, and pulled out two of the most beautifully carved wooden candle holders he had ever seen, and two brand new white candles. “My mother was an Ethiopian Jew, and reverted to Islam before they were married.” He was fascinated, and listened intently. “They made a deal, before the wedding, that my father would allow my mother to light the Sabbath candles each Friday night, and say prayers, at the table”. She was beaming now.

“May I do the same, and say some prayers?” she asked. He was stunned. “Sure”, was all he could say. She said, “I tend to lean towards my mother’s original faith”. She covered her head with a scarf, placed the candles in the holder, and lit them. “I’ll be singing in Amharic, the language of my mother, and then in Hebrew.” She began singing, and chills ran up and down his spine. His spirit began to soar. He had never heard Amharic before, and to hear her sing it, brought tears to his eyes. Then she sang in Hebrew, “Baruch atah Adonai, Eluhenu, Melech ha olam…..…” (Blessed are You Lord, our God, the King of the universe) As she sang she moved her hands in a fanning motion towards her. The tears began streaming down his face.

He knew that he would share sometime his own beliefs, about the Messiah, his thoughts about the need for atonement, but not here, not now. This was a sacred moment. All he could say at the end, through the tears was, “Would you teach me Amharic?”……….Miriam smiled from ear to ear, because she knew for certain, without question, the Creator had placed them together………..

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth V – Healing

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Maybe he was right. It wasn’t easy being a woman, and 6’ 5” tall. As she sat up, she knew that her height was intimidating to men. Most of them never asked her for a date. Even though she was only 27 years old, she had worried about finding someone, in time. She had always wanted a family, and then the series of biological weapons were released on the world. She had lost all hope – that is until Jeremiah. And she loved that name.

Noticing her arm bleeding, she knew she needed help. She managed to get to her hands and knees, and then to her feet. Her right leg was a mess too. She panicked, she was injured, and she wondered if he would leave her. Taking a deep breath she calmed down, realizing that no, he would not do that. Maybe he was waiting for her.

As she made her way, limping to the door, she thought they both overreacted. It was his fault of course, but she knew she was sensitive to prejudice. Would the ghosts of East Africa, never leave her alone? “I’m still forgiving people.” She mumbled out loud.

Inside the dining room Jerry was ticked off, but not at Miriam. In fact, he was hoping and praying, she wouldn’t drive off. Maybe they could be friends. But he did look at the ceiling in disgust, and said, “What are you doing to me — to us!” “She hates me!” For some reason he started making a pot of coffee, where the employees normally would. Maybe he needed the warmth.

He heard the automatic doors open up, and he rushed to a nearby table, to play it cool. What should he say? She hobbled into the lobby, and for the first time he noticed how beautiful her clothing was, or had been. She was dressed in a beautiful, long, African dress, which was red, gold, and brown. The gold shimmered in the light. Her headdress was disheveled, but she was a beautiful woman, and she carried herself like a queen. Was she royalty?

She saw him looking at her, from the dining room, and said with her French-African accent, “Jeremiah I need some help”.  Five minutes later they opened the door to room 132. She noticed right away a bouquet of wildflowers, as they walked in. He had picked them from the front of the hotel. She turned to him, and he just smiled.

He began washing her arm, first in water, and then with hydrogen peroxide. Jeremiah seemed to really know what he was doing, and she noticed too, how gentle he was putting in a few stitches (with a sterilized needle). He then carefully wrapped her arm in a bandage. He said, “You know, I’m very sorry about what happened outside”. He wasn’t looking in her eyes, but at least he was talking. For some reason she felt she should be soft in her tone, so she gently said, “I know, I am too”. She meant it and he could tell. “Were you abused by white people?”, he asked, this time looking at her.

How did he know? How could he possibly have known? Tears began filling her eyes, and she said in a whisper, “Yes”.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”