Works of Wesmeadow

[wesmeadow]

Hello to all,

It is my first time here in the writing forum and I hope that I will have a better welcome than I did in the art forum.

I will accept advise when it is productive towards improving my work, but typical bashing of my work will not be tolerated. If you do not like my work, then do not read it. Simple as that!

My focus is on supernatural activity in both fantasy and reality, although I will do other forms of writings, when I see fit.

Keep it real,

-Wesmeadow

[wesmeadow]

CHAPTER 1
THE OLD SEA DOG

From the deep, dark abyss of the human mind, my tentacles twine and twist, up to the surface.

The wild storm stirs in the fury of my rage, as trespassers cross my path on the open seas. There is no gentleness to my touch, as I coil over and break a shattering like no other.

The screams of mortal men are soon made silent, as I go over the wreckage. All accept one soul has perished and with my mercy, is given the choice to become my follower or die.

He is known as "Scurvy Dog", a tough as nails sailor, who had lost his left eye in the fight. With a simple nod he answers the call and the pact was soon sealed with blackened blood. I then launched him into the air without a care as to where he would fall.

Let chaos serve him well.

Scurvy Dog with a wreckage floor board, floated to Coast Bell. He turned it into the "Black Tide", tavern sign, named after the ship he once sailed under. They say on silent windless nights, the tavern sign sounds footsteps of the lost souls, still walking it. Scurvy Dog enjoyed hearing it, as if a visit from his fellow crewmen, while others trembled in bewilderment. There were times when a patron would get ready to take a drink from his glass, only to suddenly pause, wide eyed, as the steps got loud with no one entering.

The tavern had unusual patrons, which most other places refused to serve. Some were the local fishermen smelling to high heaven of the days catch, others being lepers, pirates, and on rare occasions the far off nameless travelers, who were seeking to escape their past or look for something...specific.

On a cold silent night, a troubled man came stumbling into the empty tavern, shaken to the core. He needed a stiff drink to steady his nerves and without looking up, requested the hardest drink from my follower, Scurvy Dog. After he downed his drink and took a sharp stare at the front door, he moved in close. The man whispered, "Have you seen the eyes of the devil?" Scurvy Dog on meeting my true form, replied back, "Aye, lad." The stranger looked down and before they knew it, loud footsteps came at the entrance. Fearing for his life, the stranger made a mad dash out the back door, leaving behind a black pouch on the floor.

Inside contained a golden sun pendant.

Scurvy Dog simply smiled and looked up at the outside sign.

Only in nightmares did I warn my faithful servant of the coming terror of the night. Dark dreams stirred him awake, as the unseen hand crept for the treasure around his throat. My follower took the pendant and placed it, pouch and all, into an old hollowed out willow tree, for safe keeping.

There it would remain soon forgotten.

A decade passed like minutes, and my sight soon turned towards searching for my equal. True Scurvy Dog was intriguing with the old man's, "Whale of a Tale" stories told to the children, but he was only stretching the truth and not making it real. No, I require a real champion, but with servants such as the feeble elderly, chances were slim that I would ever find him.

Where is a healthy cannibal when you need one?

[wesmeadow]

Pearls before Swine

I cast pearls before swines without a care
I cast them far up into the air
Pearls before swine
hurls in time
as I stare

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A co-worker had her mother die recently and to cheer her up about it, I brought her a post card I got from my dead grandfather (after he died BY HIM)

Making it clear here:

My grandfather had the whole family come to California during Christmas to have one last get together as he knew he was ready to pass away.

My Grandfather, while NOT a man of church, was still overall a good man of life and viewed Hawaii as his Heaven.

When he died on Christmas morning, I viewed his body and knew it was not him and was just the shell of the man.

Months later I was sitting at a bus stop, when an overwhelming urge came over myself to look at a shimmering bright light on the ground near the stop. When I went to check it out, there was broken glass which should have been just as bright, but no that which caught my eye was a very small trinket metal that came off like a jacket or a bracelet. If it was just random it could have said anything on it or any other state or country.

No, on one side it said Hawaii and the other side said Aloha.

My grandfather's way of telling me he made it on the other side to a better place.