|A picture taken from a truck, hanging out the window, backwards, on a ferry. Oh, and there were cars all around. I had to zoom in just enough to cut out my truck's hind end and the cars to the left. Enjoy!|
Seeking SolaceEyes closing, Jukares breathed slowly.Seeking Solace by ~Miluiel-the-Friendly
He was five and sneaking treats out of the cookie jar, nibbling on the oatmeal raisin mixture happily as he watched shooting stars.
He was ten and blowing things up with his older brother, Serano. They’d gotten new guns for their birthdays and his smile wouldn’t vanish.
He was fifteen and doing things that got New Angela's attention. He’d never felt so proud to be offered the chance to enlist when he turned eighteen.
He was twenty, traitor to his home, and bent to his new master, Asgard. Subduing rebellious systems by force. Then came Purity and that blasted sword, Sunstrike.
He was twenty five and still under Asgard. But he had Vega now. Two years, his saving grace.
He was thirty and…Asgard. So much death. So much killing. Senseless.
He was thirty five and the fog finally lifted. He escaped Asgard, wounded. He met Everlight and Kerry Tabraugh and died, sort of, in their inn. He came back and had adventures with Vega, Ceph
DarkDark like oncoming storms, the rain in the mist and the lighting revealing patches of blankness. The eye cannot contain the immensity of the black; it makes the world stretch out to forever and seemingly compressed places.Dark by ~Miluiel-the-Friendly
Dark like stars in the middle of unknown galaxies, the light never reaching us, or if it does, it’s the faint glow of the moon. That soft touch is not enough to put at bay the creeping shadows.
Dark like chocolate skin, the African way. Pools of ebony that flow and swirl over frames tall and gaunt. Shining obsidian eyes that plead to escape the darkness. Tattoos of rituals and protection. Black.
Dark like the embrace of midnight in a lover’s arms. Dark like swirling untold shadows of an illuminator’s workshop. Fireworks shown for their brilliance in the space between. Distinction from the dark.
Dark. The soft folds of hollows in hills. Crevices in mountains. Caves, the underbelly of the earth.
Dark, touching lips in mockery of truth. Dark, the shado
Light“A little sunlight never hurt anyone,” Ramona cajoled, heaving on her sister’s ghost-pale arm.Light by ~Miluiel-the-Friendly
“You never know, someone could combust from the radiation!” Scarlett screamed, heaving back. “Now let go of my arm!”
“That’s ridiculous talk,” Ramona huffed, planting her feet in the doorway turtle-style so her sister couldn't escape. “It’s just for a few minutes; I swear you won’t burn up. Now get…your…obnoxiously white…self…out here!”
The last word accompanied the two of them falling through the doorway to land in a puddle of South Georgia sunshine. Scarlett threw her arms over her head and froze. Her scream reminded Ramona of a balloon losing air.
“There, you see? No combustion, just nice, healthy, skin-tanning sunshine!” Ramona chirped as she clawed her way from under her shuddering sibling.
“Is…is it bad?” Scarlett whimpered, eyes closed tight.