Upon request of Flagday

Flagday asked me to blog some writing so thats what I'm gonna do. You don't want to get on the wrong side of Flagday......... Just kidding girl.

This first piece in an exept from a noval that I am writing called Bright Mountain.

Sara opens the door to the dark class room, the door creaking defiantly. Chen sits silently in the front row looking over his hands, bloodied by the beating. His body silhouetted by a single beam of moonlight shinning thru the cracked window.

“Chen”, Sara says quietly making her way down the row of desks. Trying to avoid the small puddles left after the rain infiltrated the patched roof.

As she approaches Chen looks away from his hands, concealing his face from her gaze.

“Please Chen, look at me.” She asks, taking his face in her hands and turning it towards her. He tries to resist but has no strength left.

His face is puffy and bruised; a patch of dried blood sits at the corner of his mouth and at the temple. The warden had been lenient on him and didn’t crack his skull.

Taking a small cloth from her dress pocket, Sara walks to the bucket in the corner of the room that had been collecting the rain water. She is in darkness, all Chen can hear is the sound of water being disturbed by her hands as she dampens the cloth, rings it out and turns towards him again.

“What where you doing outside I told you it wasn’t safe to be outside, why didn’t you listen to me?” She asks calmly.

Chen sits in silence as Sara sits on the oiled timber chair next to him and gently wipes the blood from his face. He winces, trying not to let her see the pain in his face but fails.

“Sorry” he simply says.

A sole tear runs down Sara’s face and hits the old desk they had sat at many times before.

And this is a silly little poem I wrote with those Magnet Poetry Kits. Yes, I am that much of a nerd.

MUSING MAGNETICA

The last word puts together a perfect world
this life whispers a journey.
My vision of impossible machines
draws conclusions in a million directions
to much is simple
with surprises 
it's the same.
The universe forgets yesterday
without fear of first impressions
my first thought
a tree
my house
my mind
the right place.