The Muse
This blog is for my non-erotic writing. As always everything here belongs to me, any use of it without my permission will be met with legal action.
Life starts with a single beat Creating the music of our lives An integral part of our souls Bursts of sound to fill the emptiness Notes rising and falling in time with the beating of your heart Each one containing emotions Sorrow and Joy Anger and Love Despair Each of them held precariously within sound Meaning something different to each of us One perfect timeless beat that will echo through eternity The first stars fell in ones and twos as they watched, heralds of the storm, each tracing a brilliant streak across the night sky. A constant stream of twinkling light soon filled heaven’s vault, a harbinger of the dark times to come. Collin stood, hands on his hips, his long blond hair shifting gently in the night breeze, staring up at the scene. “It’s almost beautiful, if you don’t think about it…” Tears rolled down Ferrah’s dirt and blood grimed cheeks. “We have to find out who else made it before…” Her voice caught in her throat. Collin reached over to caress the side of her face, tears and blood mingling on his palm as he drew his hand back. “We could be the last, you need to realize that. We barely survived as it is, and we had more warning that the others most likely did.” He warned her, not willing to spare her feelings, knowing that it would make things far worse in the long run if he did. Cassidy had seen more gruesome, vicious and bloody crime scenes in her seven years on the force, most of them during the last two, after having made detective. This one however, this one had her out in the late August Texas heat with her stomach threatening to remind her in no uncertain terms exactly what she’d had this morning for breakfast. The bacon and eggs had tasted great going down… she wasn’t so sure she wanted to know what it would taste like coming the other direction. She paced back and forth on the porch, the fence that surrounded the half acre back yard blocking her view of the news vans and reporters, and thankfully their view of her as well. A thin line of sweat trailed down her back, reminding her of the holster that she rarely remembered was there. These were the days she wished she could have just left the damn thing in the car, the leather a heavy weight, her shirt soaked between it and her skin, chaffing in the summer heat. The SIG. 45 at her side reminded her unnecessarily that there were four bodies inside the family home behind her who had probably all wished for something as uncomplicated and quick as a gun before they had finally died. The man who stepped out onto the porch nearby was perhaps a decade older than his partner, but he carried the extra years well. His suit hung from his broad shoulders just as well as his blues had when he first joined the force. His dark blonde hair matched his faded blue eyes, disheveled from running his fingers through it, a habit he’d had for as long as Cassidy had known him. Serena pulled the book bag out of the backseat of her car, one of the shoulder straps catching on the corner of the door and ripping the strap. She cursed soundly, running through a litany of things that her car was incapable of doing to itself as she ran for the building. She was late… again. Professor Jamison had said that if she was late one more time she would fail advanced organic chemistry. She continued to curse as she ran through the halls, pulling her long dark hair back into a quick ponytail as she ducked into the stairwell heading for the third floor. Slightly out of breath she reached for the doorknob, her hand settling against the metal as she took one last deep breath. The smell of burning ozone stopped her, a slight frown wrinkling her forehead as she started to turn back to look for the source of the smell. The last thing she saw was a shadow and a flash of blue and white light as the world began to fade, the smell of ozone and ash the last thing she remembers before her world goes completely black. Her body was removed exactly 32 seconds before the building exploded in a riot of colors as the chemicals housed so carefully in the science labs ignited. It took the authorities 26 hours to douse the flames… there were no survivors. It was the sound that woke him, a soft scratching or scraping sound coming from above him. He listened intently, his mind still foggy from the centuries of sleep. He wondered how long it had been since he had seen daylight, since he had been able to stretch his body out to its full diminutive height. He was still contemplating time when he felt something move… it went past his prison and underneath, all of the dirt around him seemed to undulate for a moment. When the light struck his face he cried out, the sound never escaping past the confines of his accursed cage. He gasped when he landed, the edge of the cage hitting a stone. To his dismay not a crack appeared… It took a long moment for his eyes to adjust, and when they did he blinked rapidly, sure that what he was seeing couldn’t be real. What was this place? He recognized the humans… but what was this metal and glass world? Where had the trees and rivers, the flowers and creatures gone? What were these giant structures that reached towards the sky? He pressed his fingers to the glass, blinking back tears as he saw what humanity had wrought, and after his sorrow had passed, he closed his eyes to sleep again, never noticing the little girl who picked up the cage and smiled before placing it in her pocket.
