Posts tagged ‘images’

Elsi’s tale page nine

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Elsi’s Tale page

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Tales from the Shell, page three

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Tales from the shell, page one

Okay I have trouble with titles but this is a short illustrated story. Actually this is page one. I will be posting up the following pages oh a daily basis. This little flash fiction is a mix of pencil, ink and water color. Enjoy and come back for the next installment.

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Too many notes…how about a drabble or two?

Yup I have been putting down new ideas.  Things that force their way into my mind when I am trying to work on something else.  If I don’t write them down then they will haunt me in my sleep.  But for now…a drabble would be nice don’t you think?

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Dumb Feast

by Lisa Williamson

The table is set, candles are lit, the wine has been poured and dinner is warming in the pan.  Sit with me my love, tell me of your day and how you are.  It has been so long my love since we sat together of a fine glass and I miss you.

I know you can’t say much, that time runs away from you but on this one night in the year you can.  Tell me why, why you left me so alone.  Lift the glass, wet you throat and tell me why you left me here for an eternity.

(for those who don’t know a Dumb Feast is an old Victorian custom where on special days like Christmas Eve the bereaved would set up a feat for a lost loved one.  The legend is they would come and dine with you at midnight.  You could ask them three questions.)

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The End of Days

by Lisa Williamson

The darkness covered what was left of a once thriving city.  The smoke from fires that burned unchecked, filled the air with soot.  The heavy clouds held the threat of rain but no promise.  No longer did the rain cleanse the air and land for man had left more poisons than could be washed away.

Once we ruled the Earth, once we controlled all we could grasp.  Those days are behind us now.  All we can do is watch as our world dissolves down to rust, iron running like blood upon a diseased corpse.  See now the mark of man.

(Just did this one for part of the Writer’s Stuff daily Drabbles)

Working hard again but here are some lovely drabbles

Yeah I am doing a thousand things at the same time.  Writing on three new stories, editing four newly completed tales, making covers, thinking about book trailers, building SD gundum models…okay that last one has nothing to do with writing but you know what?  It is fun!  So here are some drabbles till I have something really good in excerpts for you wonderful readers.

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The Colors of Space

by Lisa Williamson

 

Leaning back I watch the sky move by.  Once the city lights blinded me to the colors of space, now I see them all.  The reds, the purples and the greens flow past like paint on an artist’s palate yet I lie here in darkness.

I see the world rising now, the clouds drifting across her face.  Do they see this magnificent view or are they still blinded by light?  How long till someone else joins me on my hill and stares up as the world passes by? In shadow I may be but it is such a beautiful view.

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Window into another World

by Lisa Williamson

 

The spotlight shown down on the warn floor as I waited off camera.  The room filled with dust from the ages this room sat waiting.  Long ago it was called a barn, a place where those who tilled the land kept the animals hostage to their needs, now it was the perfect setting for our little docudrama.  Behind me the cast is complaining about having to wear their costumes but really they aren’t that bad.  At least the so called harnesses are just plastic and not the dead skin of our cousins. “Places, time to film the descent of Man.”

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I had one more planned but I seem to not have the image!  Well it happens…enjoy readers!

Mid week drabbles

Yup even more of them…they never end!

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The Temple to the Moon

by Lisa Williamson

Once long ago we filed up the stairs to the temple.  Once long ago we worshiped by the moon but now it has all changed.  We live in our cities, so very close together and we ignore the past.  We ignore the Moon and all she means to us.

My dreams I climb those stairs and I pray to the moon.  I make my prayers and ask for understanding of the world.  I wish to understand how we came to this place.  How we came to stop looking for the magic in our world and stopped praying to the moon.

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What is really there

by Lisa Williamson

So many of them, stacked to the ceiling.  I put the edges out so no one could see the titles.  Magic within the pages, if the right one is pulled free.  Pull the wrong one and you will get a surprise.

The stack doesn’t look like books to everyone.  Some of your see stacks of gold wrapped chocolate and some of you just see yellow bricks but look again.  Stretch out your senses and reach for the magic.  In the stack there are three books that will teach you all you need to know about the unseen world around us.

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So many images, so few words.  Course another author took it to the extreme by saying create a scene in just SI WORDS!  Damn that is hard.

Sun Shining. Wind blowing.  Great day.

Not so good but I have only done two of these!