Solar Wind – Conclusion


It was her eyes really, that convinced me. Even though I didn’t know her, and she didn’t know me, there was hope in those hazel eyes.

And she had done the research, checked me out on every software ever made….I figured she did kind of care about me,

even though for me it was all new….. something told me I needed to get on that flight, the last one leaving Earth.

Within seconds I put all my grieving aside, and yelled, “Let’s go!” We jumped up, joined hands, ran for the gate, and the doors of the shuttle…..

just as the glass of the airport bay began exploding……

It was the best decision I’ve ever made.

Narrator: This couple did get to know each and are doing very well on the new planet Beryl.

It is 5 times the size of Earth with only a few thousand people. It is a little colder, somewhat like Norway.

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Note: This is fiction.

Solar Wind


The solar wind continued to pound and rattle the triple pane glass. Inside there was chaos as people raced in every direction, watching the sky shift and break up, feeling the weight of the wind pressing in on them.

The two of them continued their meal quietly, and she stabbed another piece of broccoli. This time there was more anger in her voice, looking me square in the eyes she said,

“You realize of course the last shuttle leaves in seven minutes……(looking at the clock on the wall) actually six minutes and fifty seconds now?” “And the nuclear wave in ten?”

I nodded silently. And yet I hesitated…….we had only met each other, 15 minutes ago…..

to be continued tomorrow.

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Note: This is fiction.

75 Arrows


He shifted slightly in the saddle, letting go gently of the reigns, they both stood there and breathed in the view from the top of the ridge. In his peace, he realized it didn’t matter now.

Even if the government fell tonight, and democracy was swept away, he would still have one of the best trail horses ever made. He loved his Quarter Horse/Belgian mare. And he had his compound bow, but only 75 arrows until he learned how to make his own.

He dismounted and led the mare to the stream. Soon even people would be able to drink from the rivers again, having been cleansed. He was a little uneasy though, about carrying the bow wherever he went. What was it the pastor had said?

“Sometimes we hold onto our weapons, not willing to accept the new being made…..” Yep that was it……he was unwilling to accept the ruins and the new was having a difficult time breaking in. Maybe he just needed more time.

As the mare drank deeply, a noise to his right caught his attention. He swung around the bow, and his right hand instinctively reached back to the quiver……he wondered if the deer knew he was hunting…..

from the Apocalyptic Journal


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The Survivors – Part II


“You mean you built this place by yourself?” he asked, then realized it was a stupid question. Brie looked at him with steel in her narrowed eyes. But then the baby (a girl) at her breast adjusted herself and Brie softened immediately.

He was always amazed at how children changed women, adding a softness deep within. And the beauty of their bonding……well it was beyond words. He was convinced, it went beyond the deep exhaustion, and squarely into the realm of the supernatural.

Still covered in sweat, her blond hair somewhat matted, Brie cleared her throat and began, “Well I learned lodge building from the Mandan, I grew up in a town within their territory.” “Normally they don’t share the skills and ceremonies with outsiders….but they knew me, and then the wars started and the diseases..…..”

It had only been a couple of hours after the birth, but Brie needed to sleep. She handed the baby to him, which was surprising because she still had the large hunting knife next to her. She trusted him enough though, to hold the little one.

“What shall we name you little one?” he asked the baby not expecting a response. Brie had insisted he name the child, because he had removed the cord from around the child’s neck during childbirth. “You saved her life… you name her….”

He thought of Cheyanne but that name seemed too common among the survivors. “How about “Lakota”? It seemed to fit somehow. Brie stirred when she heard the name. With one eye open she said, “Lakota is the perfect name…..our…… Lakota…..” “Ours??” he asked out loud.

Narrator: And so begins the story, of how the Northern Peoples began again. A new hope was born. It was all part of the healing of the Earth, and her people.


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In the Wild Streams


Will our children enjoy the depths of the wild streams when the end of all things is completed? Yes, as the ravens guard the river flow, and as wild geese fly over.

Having been washed by the great trouble we can see now, when our tribulation will end. As cities descend into ruins, the Earth will be healed, and cover over what used to be.

And we will not only bathe in the wild streams, but a new rotation will bring a cooling, and plants will no longer be burned. Our future generations of survivors will feel safe, within their deliverance.


Note: From the Apocalyptic Journal

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Hawk Eyes


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:

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.


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In the Midst of the Mystical Forest


The latest from my fiction site The Mystical Forest:

It was as if the two of them were floating, traveling within their dreams. In the bright sunlight, they felt themselves moving high above the treetops, and heading towards the Great Sea. The sea and the sky became one, clouds and water within a mist, washing them.

They were lost in this other world, but it was not unpleasant. Floating brought peace, and there was no time here, just the moving through the mist of blue and water. But as they moved through this other world, the sun pierced through, and began shining on their faces. And as they returned to their bodies, the warmth brought back their spirits, and woke them, as if from a very deep sleep….


You can find the rest of the story, It Was the Sun that Them Brought Back here:

 Thanks for reading!


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The Swordsman – Conclusion

from fullhdpictures

As he left the tower, he sheathed his sword and remembered one final step in making sure the young girl was free. It had stopped raining but was windy now. As he lifted up his right arm he called for a strong northern wind, which came quickly. A whirlwind began at the top of the tower, and he directed it to lift the dust of the red demon into the sky. It would be spread in a million different directions, never to come together again. He had always been thorough this way.

Then the scene changed, and he was in the young girl’s hospital room. He hovered unseen at the top of the ceiling. Actually there was a slight shadow. The one thing he didn’t like about these assignments was he had to wear all black. It was meant as a camouflage really, and it worked.

In his mind’s eye he could see a window open, which gave him a brief view of the future. He saw the young girl coming out of her coma, in fact the next morning….. and she would live for a very long time. The horrible red demon had made her spirit afraid to live…….and now freedom had come, and living for her would be a joy again. He saw moving pictures of her playing with her brothers and sisters, at a playground, laughing and smiling.

It was a tough job, fighting for the humans, but he had never been more proud of his profession. He faded through the ceiling and the building, lifting himself up finally into the sky. He smiled, and was thankful.


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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Swordsman

male swordsman from wallpapersxl

Warning: Some images in this story may be disturbing to some readers.

It was raining again, as he continued to walk through the dark mist. Only an occasional flash of distant lightning brought any light at all, and he knew the sun was still several hours away.

He walked sideways mostly, but quickly, as he held his sword up, in front of him with both hands. He knew the thing was near, he could smell it, he could sense it lurking not far away. He thought of his client briefly, and how badly she needed this. Would it never stop raining?

He could see some shadows of towers in the distance, then suddenly he saw the red beast! Yes, in the lightning flash he saw it run into the doorway of one the towers, complete with tail, and a small set of wings. He smelled its stench. He gave chase, and he loved how they always ran from him. He laughed, then realizing his sin, he immediately repented.

It would be over soon, he could sense it in his spirit, and the young girl would be free. For one thing there was only one way to go in that tower – and it was up. Gaging from the smell of the red demon, it had already fled to the top of the tower. He crept into the doorway ready to strike, just in case. Slowly, he began to climb the ancient stone steps, as he clung to the wall, looking up.

A small trickle of rainwater began to cover the steps, on the right side, which meant the outside door was open at the top now. He was very quiet, waiting for the attack, as he walked up.

Near the top, on the last curve is when it came. The evil beast suddenly appeared and roared with his mouth spewing its stinking drool. ARRRRHHHHHH! Covering his face with arm he lunged forward with his sword. The beast only moved back slightly, then roared again, ARRRRRRHHHHH! A horrible sulfur smell filled the air.

With his sword he backed up the beast even further, as they reached the outside of the tower. He knew he would have to be quick. Rain began drenching them both when he made a move that his sword master had taught him. He faked a downward cut, aiming for the demon’s arm, then suddenly twirled and in midair, cut off the head of the beast so quickly, so efficiently, it sounded no more lethal, than a pair of scissors cutting a piece of paper.

But instead of the death yell, the horrible creature’s head and body turned to dust before they ever hit the ancient stone floor of the tower…….


To be continued……tonight!


Writing© Copyright 2016, ancient skies

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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