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Embracing the Morning
We Only Find Them When They’re Dead. Series Finale.
Welcome to Season 2 of Jumping off the Rails. Comics and more! This episode features a chat on the series finale of Boom Comic’s We Only Find Them When They’re Dead. A science fiction space opera that spans decades, worlds, and lifetimes.
A New Fairytale.
For those who have been following this blog, you may have read clips of an ongoing series I’ve been writing: BY MOONLIGHT.
Even if you only read the posts here on occasion, you have stumbled across at least one live excerpt from my sci-fi/fantasy romance thriller.
I’ve been jumping in and out of that future world I created for some years but am so happy that the day is almost arriving where it will actually be a fully published novella. Yay!
I was hoping for January.. then February.. now, maybe Aprilish 😂 but definitely soon!
This is one of my personal favorite stories, and I have been trying to get it as true to the vision I imagined so long ago.
Here’s one note, for you faithful readers, this is absolutely not the same story you have been reading. I flipped the deck, and tried a new road, and am so glad I did.
Coming soon never felt so thrilling to write 🧡
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The Traveling Q: Wildwood NJ
Welcome to the Traveling Q.
Hi have been lucky enough to do quite a bit a domestic travel over these past few years and, what can I say, everyone should have the same opportunity to tap into their frequent flyer miles 😊
Until then, please enjoy this new edition to my blog. Your readership is always appreciated.
Xoxo, Q.
Giving flowers
Hi all!
There’s an old saying: Give people their flowers while you can.
And while I agree with that sentiment, I’m going to one-up and say make sure you send yourself some also!
Yes, it’s good to love others but it’s GREAT to have love and appreciate for yourself too ❤️
Loving yourself doesn’t mean you are conceited. It means you are here and alive and living and treasuring every moment with yourself and everything that makes you a wholly unique and wonderful person 🤗
Here’s a dose of encouragement, for those who are shy to take the first step on that self-love and self-awareness journey:
Don’t wait for others to acknowledge that you are mighty and great. Just be mighty and great. Everything else will align after that.
As always, xoxo, Q.
dark is the night, but Brighter is the Day. . . . .Q. Lenise Lee. By Moonlight. Coming Soon.
Now comes the dawn,
memories of what was,
premonitions of what could be,
called back beyond the veil,
of the All.
We stand on shifted ground,
pioneers of the path,
sojourners of the way,
beckoned by the song of the sovereign sea.
Onward upward forward,
we go,
traversing these strange waters, confidently.
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COMING SOON!
I write it and it was. I think it and it is. I know it and it will be.
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By Moonlight. 4.2c
The gods themselves heard the vow.
On a distant star, too faint to be seen from the Earth, and too enchanted to be sensed by only the most blessed beings of the Universe, the Pantheon was in an uproar.
Hyperion and Theia had disappeared into the fallen realm of Mankind and had yet to respond to the beckoning of the Celestial Imperion. They were the guardians of earth-plane and were sworn to protect its sanctity at all costs, but Theseus feared they had been too slow to act this time.
While the ensemble of dieties from various worlds, realms, and dimensional planes from the vast corners of existence gathered together, fretting, arguing, mumbling and whispering amongst themselves, their elected leader watched the emptiness of oblivion outside of the towering window of the ivory palace.
The rules of eternity dictated that the native people of Earth would always be granted freewill to decide their own fate; that is, unless that decision meant the complete downfall of their species and their world. And, for the first time since the All breathed life into that distant realm, the true end of the earth-plane had almost arrived. Its creatures – all of them, least and greatest – were on the eve of utter extinction. The guardians had held back from interceding for far too long and now all hope rested in the hands of one pair of humans, who were barely into their human teen years.
Why had he waited so long to gather his fellow gods? Because he had always had a high respect for the resilience and wisdom of humankind. They were a proud and stubborn species, mostly due to their isolation at the opposite side of the universe. But this had been their greatest strength for so long, like battle-hardened soldiers, shouldering the worst wounds while building the greatest empire ever known. Yes, this was their great source of strength, believing they were surviving alone while hurtling through empty space, until this trait somehow devolved to their become part of their own annihilation.
Deceivers infiltrated them, casting spells of terrible conceit that heralded their doom. A society that fractures to its core is destined for death, eventually.
When the swell of voices and other vocals had reached its crescendo, Theseus erupted into a roar, ” ENOUGH!”
As he spun to face toward the interior of the grand hall, gleaming whiter than ivory and shimmering like the twinkles of faint, ethereal stars, the train and long sleeves of his flowing robes moved with him like a strong breeze, flowing and rippling across the translucent floor.
The innumerable members of this universal counsel immediately hushed to a respective silence.
“We all know why we are here,” his steely eyes moved over the various forms present. “The Earth and it’s people are about to fall. Forever.”
Once again, the hall erupted into vocal chaos, but fell into silence as soon as Theseus raised his robed arm and hand.
“As you know, the complete death of a primary world, such as Earth, could have catastrophic consequences. It could trigger a ripple that could eventually tear the fabric of this eternity.”
Again an intense and unified gasp shot out in all directions.
“So what do we do, Theseus?” The question pushed hard into his mind from thousands of others all at once. Had he not been an ancient being, well-trained in all manners of telepathy, the sensation would have been overwhelming, possibly even fatal.
“Shall we descend to Earth? Put the invaders on trial? Or just execute them, destroy their forms and expel them back to the Void?”
This was the unanimous thought of the members, take the easy route: Seek. Destroy. But Theseus knew that this would make them no better than their enemies who had used the same means to cause this near-catastrophy.
“No.”
Shock pulsed all around him.
“Then what, wise magistrate?” The delegates asked with eagerness that pushed toward him like a forceful wave.
“Before we declare war, we give humankind one more chance. They have two very enlightened beings standing for them. Though they are barely beyond childhood, they are strong and courageous. More importantly, they love one another fiercely and that love has made them more powerful than our enemies had predicted. They are our last line of defense against the great fall. Hyperion and Theia are with them now. They will train them as quickly as possible and hone their powers into sharp, unbreakable blades.”
He turned back toward the window, toward oblivion, and spoke to himself more than to anyone else in the expansive hall, “Because they cannot falter nor fail. They have no choice but to chop down their enemy. Our enemy.”
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By Moonlight. A Post-Apocalyptic Fairy Tale by Q. Lenise Lee. Copyright Lenise Lee Publications. All Rights Reserved.
By Moonlight. 4.2b
Their inky shadows slivered across the wooden floor of the darkened den.
Like a slow-winding river of slithering darkness, they crept up the legs of the pair of claw-footed, high-backed chairs. Slowly, purposefully, their swirling essence filled the spaces of the seats.
Legs. Arms. Torsos and heads. Suddenly, the whites of eyes opened wide then gleamed against the backdrop of their ebony forms.
Man and woman. Sinister. Vengeful. Overflowing with all the powers of the Void. The Elders were reborn.
This was their world now, and not even the gods themselves could cleave it from their grip.
Their first order of business: Find their wayward son and his peasant bride. Hunt them down and destroy them completely, until not even ash remained. Their powers had grown, even in the short time that they had been free. But they were slow to organize themselves, and that would be their weakness and their downfall.
The end of all Light begins now.
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By Moonlight. A Post-Apocalyptic Fairy Tale. By Q. Lenise Lee. Copyright Lenise Lee Publications. All Rights Reserved.
The dawn has come. Darkness has fled. A new day to be lifted up. A new day to declare, I am. A new day to rise. A new day to swim into the ocean of possibilities. A new day to be more than before. A new day.
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I looked out unto the void,
And said, come forth Light.
Darkness may dwell here no more.
Up came the sun.
Day one.
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The Universe hears our secret thoughts,
those we do not speak aloud,
even to ourselves
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I am the Calm
I am the Storm
I am Chaos
I am Creation
I am.
Q. Lenise Lee
By Moonlight. 4.2a
“Amongst the sea of stars, beyond the cloak of darkness, let the lighthouse lead the way.”
The whisper faded, as did the blinding light. She blinked once, twice, trying to refocus her vision. Yet there was only milky white stretching across her sight.
She was not alone, the presence of someone was all around; yet the keeper of this realm she was constantly thrust into to had still not been unveiled.
By some instinct, Shay curled her bare toes, and they were buried in a substance both soft and silty but also firm. Looking down, she lifted her foot and saw that the lightly tanned grains trickled between the spaces of her toes like heavy water, leaving only the very tops of each digit covered.
What is this? She asked, mostly speaking to herself, but an answer spoken aloud was returned to her.
“Sand.”
She jumped, startled by the voice, which seemed to have bounced in from all directions. Looking all around she saw nothing and everything all at once.
With one flutter of her lashes, the milk white scene was instantly filled in with brilliant colors of all shades and shapes of all kinds. This sand was everywhere, as far as her eyes could see. And water, so much of it, blue-green, roared in from some unending horizon, taking giant laps at the sand before it retreated just as quickly and ferociously, leaving a moist trail in its wake. And then the cycle repeated again and again. The sound of the water crashing into the sand was like a great beast, but it was also like a sleep-song.
Her mind wandered then trailed off to flashes of memories that were not hers. Children playing in the sand, near the water, adults sitting nearby, in perfectly relaxed poses, staring off at some unknown, unseen point in the far distance.
And then a light touch on her bare shoulder. Soft, gentle, too quick to know if it were that a man or a woman.
She turned fast, but still no one in sight. But what was in her sight was a tower, spiraling up hundreds of feet into the air, piercing the azure blue sky above. Every few seconds, a flash of light from the very top circled back around toward where she stood. The tower itself was stark white with a midnight black swirl wrapped around it from top to bottom. At the very base, a closed wooden door.
“Lighthouse.” This time Shay did not move or flinch. She wasn’t sure if was because she were becoming use to the voice or because she was hoping not to scare away its owner by her own movements of fear. Still no one appeared.
But one parting phrase, not spoken aloud, pierced her mind.
“In darkness, become Light.”
Then the whole scene folded in on her, as she tumbled far away and back into her own consciousness, where a more familiar voice called her further into awareness.
“Shay!” It was Ethan, his words filled with heavy worry, with a barely contained hint of fear, “Shay! Wake up!” She felt his strong hands grip then shake her shoulders, once then again. “…please,” he pleaded.
It was the desperation in his words that called her completely back into their world. Her lashes fluttered, and she was home. Back into a world living existing on the fringe of twilight and dawn.
But something had changed, some deeply rooted seed had been planted. Within her, within the air around her. She sensed it within the center of her being.
She focused and looked around. Faces began to appear in her vision. Ethan, of course, his forehead strained with worry. Dakken, his shadowed features twisted up curiously. Was that concern? Or some obscene enjoyment? And the children. Who weren’t really children. Somehow, Shalise understood this now. They were others. Not from the realm she was being pulled into at random, but definitely not from this reality.
“Welcome back,” as always, the pair spoke in unison. Each smiled, the boy, his darkly tanned cheeks lifted high, and the girl, her freckled face glowed with excitement. “You have learned a secret.” The spoke the words not as a question, but as a fact.
“Yes,” Shay answered. “I have. I have seen the world before this one. I have seen the beforetime. When the world still glowed with possibilities.”
She looked up at the sky overhead. Then used her own strength to stand. Her companions cleared back, giving her space. “The storm has cleared. We know our powers. Now we begin.”
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By Moonlight: A Post-Apocalyptic Fairytale. By Q. Lenise Lee. Copyright Lenise Lee Publications. All Rights Reserved.
There is
a whole world
of Me
I want to
Explore
....Q. Lenise Lee
Traveling with curious purpose through Infinity . . . . Q. Lenise Lee
From the Mind Journal of Shaylise Stafford
There is light a flash engulfing darkness overwhelming stillness absolute silent Time is frozen. I am frozen. Or do I exist anymore at all? I do not know All I have is this thought I am I am here somewhere nowhere everywhere or Am I the thought that someone else is having? You are You are there and so am I A pop a flash then there is light blank soft light Everyone is gone but I am not alone. . . . . . from By Moonlight: A Post Apocalyptic Fairy Tale by Q. Lenise Lee. Copyright 2021. All Rights Reserved.
By Moonlight 4.1c
Ethan knew that mercy was not in their spirits and, if he were ever captured by them again, they would keep him alive to bleed him out slowly, one cut at a time… over decades, centuries eons, if necessary… whatever would make him suffer the most, until his very last breath. And then they would call him back to life, and do it all over again.
Q. Lenise lee
The clouds gathered in the distance, dark and terrifyingly alive with static and energy.
From below, Ethaniel and Shalise watched as the high blue sky disappeared behind the descending chaos. Dakken hovered nearby, a silent shadow beneath the long barren branches of the ancient elm tree. The children sat in the dust near a dilapidated car, rusted nearly to only strip metal and bolts. They held hands and kept their eyes closed tight, as if in deep prayer and meditation.
A reckoning was upon them all. Elder gods do not die, they are only reborn darker and more powerful.
Ethan and Shay moved closer and pressed their shoulders together. The pale skin of Ethan’s broad shoulder pushed into the warm flesh of Shay’s slim brown one. On instinct, they touched hands and held tight to each other. Electrified chaos began gathering all around them. But they had defeated the dark once before. Together . As one force, united. And they could do it again.
From below, Ethaniel and Shalise watched as the high blue sky disappeared behind the descending chaos. Dakken hovered nearby, a silent shadow beneath the long barren branches of the ancient elm tree. The children sat in the dust near a dilapidated car, rusted nearly to only strip metal and bolts. They held hands and kept their eyes closed tight, as if in deep prayer and meditation.
A reckoning was upon them all. Elder gods do not die, they are only reborn darker and more powerful.
Ethan and Shay had nearly destroyed a very ancient, very powerful coven, and now those very same beings, crushed under the tons of rubble and ruin of their toppled home, had risen. They were the violent energy pushing behind the storm pulsing closer toward the outnumbered outcasts.
Mother and Father had kept Ethan as a son, had given him all the rights and cruel privilege of their abysmal ancestry, and he had turned on them, fiercely and without hesitation. And now his former guardians had returned, much faster than he had anticipated, angry and hungry for revenge. Ethan knew that mercy was not in their spirits and, if he were ever captured by them again, they would keep him alive to bleed him out slowly, one cut at a time… over decades, centuries eons, if necessary… whatever would make him suffer the most, until his very last breath. And then they would call him back to life, and do it all over again. There would be no end to his torment.
Shay had risked everything to save Ethan. She could have easily left him to die in the dungeon, but it would have been the same as sentencing her own self to death. They were linked, beyond physical bonds. Their blood, their thoughts, their powers, their very lifeforce flowed as one. She had never sensed so much, been so aware of the flow of energy all around her, until Ethan touched her that fateful night in the dive bar. It was as if every cell in her body had suddenly awakened for the very first time.. She had felt every stripe of the whip the torturers had inflicted upon Ethan as if the sting had touched her own body each and every time. The truth was clear and simple, Ethan and Shay were bonded for life, and beyond. If he died, then so would she. And now, they were facing the same fate again. She wasn’t prepared to fight again, and neither was he. They didn’t understand what they were capable of together or the full extent of their abilities. But they would have to learn quickly, time was not on their side.
Dakken was the coward of the group. He had sensed the trouble in the basement, when Shay had escaped and went to rescue Ethan. He had heard the yells of guards frantically trying to subdue the couple. He had felt the walls of the house tremble. He warned no one; only disappeared into the twilight of the early morning, saving himself and not a single other soul. His true allegiance was to himself and his duty was, first and foremost, to his own survival, and for this he had broken a sacred oath to lay down his life for the dark ones that he served. He had failed them, and now his life was once more in terminal danger. The sentence for treason against the elders… death without trial. Instant. Painful. Humiliating. Death. Over and over again, forever.
The children were different. They were the only truly innocent party here. Or were they? Where had they come from? And how had they survived in the daylight and even during the nightmares of nightfall on their own for so long? The thought again passed between Ethan to Shay, but there was no time to wonder about answers.
Time was up.
The gun metal grey clouds flowed over and under each other, like quicksilver, or a snake filled with poison, alive and full of dark magix.
And then the lightning bolt flashed. Bright and blinding. Striking inches from where Dakken hid in the shadows of the tree. And just like that, day was night, black and dangerous.
Everything went dark around the couple, and then the howls started. The screeches followed. The darkness had called out to those who dwell within it. The light of the sun kept them cramped in basements, buried behind dirt piles, hidden in the boarded ruins of buildings and other dwellings.. but now.. now that the sun was gone, they began to burst forth and pour into the chaos of the sudden nightfall.
Ethan and Shay moved closer and pressed their shoulders together. The pale skin of Ethan’s broad shoulder pushed into the warm flesh of Shay’s slim brown one. On instinct, they touched hands and held tight to each other. Electrified chaos began gathering all around them. But they had defeated the dark once before. Together . As one force, united. And they could do it again.
But how many times? How many times would they have to become a whirlwind of power? How many times could they do it? Was this an infinite gift? Or would their luck be up one day?
Snarls circled closer, ravenous sounds meant to inspire fear and wild pulses.
Shay and Ethan planted their bare feet deeper into the dust, powering up and readying themselves for the first attack.
And then…there was light.
Not a burst nor a flash, but a brilliant blue funnel of swirling light. A column of illumination that lit up the dark and blew back the wild things that were roaming there.
Ethan and Shay stumbled back as they turned, startled, covering their faces from the powerful brightness, nearly as white hot as the glare of the noonday sun.
It was the children. Engulfed in a blue flame, still hand in hand, eyes closed, they were the beacon of last hope.
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from By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairytale by Q. Lenise Lee
Copyright 2021 Lenise Lee Pubn. All Rights Reserved.
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Always in season
Never out of style nor taste
Haikus flow through space
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Lost in dreams,
I dare not, awaken
lest I forgot, the memory,
of true life, lived
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Hints of warmth, tease souls
Dreams float, on daises
Summer vibes, reborn
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I keep,
waiting, for
the answer,
but,
I already
have,
the answer
Instead,
I keep,
waiting, for
something,
to point
me,
toward, touching,
the answer,
And then,
I saw,
a blank sheet,
before
me
There was, no veil,
there was never, a veil,
Only, a blank,
a very blank,
canvas,
waiting,
wanting,
expecting,
demanding,
pleading,
hoping,
to be,
filled.
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by,
nightmares,
dreams,
of my,
choosing.
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Have I,
chosen
yet.
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creation is, a blank canvas
my mind is, the brush
I must paint.
To see, the patterns
In all, things,
Every, where
To understand, them
To be wise, with them
To find, the way, through them
To see, the Mysteries
To fear, Myself, no more.
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My third eye opens to a fourth, dimensions unfold and expand
I must not allow, these things
to infiltrate, my heart
disrupt, my mind
distract, the movement, of my spirit
All things pass, expect, those which are
Right and true.
I choose now
which I stand, in the midst of
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From the Mind Journal of Ethaniel, Crown Prince of Shadows
…I do not dream.
I have never dreamed. If I did so as a young boy, I no longer hold those memories anywhere in my mind.
Even when I was still like the others, trapped between the chains of the dusk and dawn, I did not sleep. I prowled. I wandered. I tormented and tortured. I stalked. I fed the pleasures of my flesh. I starved the want of my soul. Because it was my destiny, it was my right, it was my heritage.. or at least, that is what I had been taught.
During those long, dull hours, just after the sun touched the sky and before the howling packs were set free after twilight, I roamed the castle halls.. In search of.. I had no idea what.. I did not hunger.. for food, anyway… I did not need sexual gratification, but I would take it if the thought plucked my mind.. most of all, I did not sleep. My handlers, Mother and Father, ensured that I was always always ALWAYS at my prime. In peak physical and mental condition at all times. When I was a boy, a lashing for every time my eyelids fluttered close. They watched watched WATCHED me constantly. Looking for any flaw or any reason to punish me. Training. That’s what they called it. For what glory is to come. When the dark ones return. But it was just relentless torment of a child who become a monster. A monster who needed to feed on… whatever his wicked heart desired.. until. That night.
The moment she burst through the doors, running from some unknown creature of the night… I sensed her… I smelled her… I craved her… I knew she belonged to me. It was a rush more intense than anything I had every experienced. It was the most perfect moment I had ever felt. The pull of destiny.
She fought. She fled. She didn’t back down from the strength of my former… companion… There was no fear in her. Even with death’s blade barreling down upon her, she was already a true queen, ready to face the end with eyes open, a brave heart, and a steady hand.
Shay.
I do not sleep.
Yet, here I am. In a dream. Shay’s dream.
The feeling is uncomfortable. Surreal. Not being in control. I am always in control. Except that is no longer true.
My will is no longer my own. It is hers. To protect her. To watch over her. To follow wherever she leads. I am hers, more than she is mine. Is this what the ancients called, Love?
I have no time to contemplate this question. We are not alone.
Though all is ink dark on every side, I know they are there. I can see them; even though they are the unseeable ones. No mortal may lay eyes upon them. But I am no mortal. I never have been. I am something new. I am what they had hoped to spawn. For untold eons, my arrival was foretold. Yet, I am not what they had expected. I am a disappointment. I can sense their anger… and fear. My potential has been wasted. My purity tainted. Because of… her. They loathe… and fear… her for what she has done to me. She has turned my vision away from them and on to something more. Something outside of their control and influence. My eyes are looking at the dawn, but not their dawn. Hers. And those like her.
I am five steps behind her. She does not know I am here. But she does sense their presence.
They circle. They plot. They watch for a moment of attack. But they cannot.
She is more powerful than they had anticipated. They come so near, only to have to retreat. She… or something else… is blocking their path.
And then. Then it arrives. Descending like a raging storm. They all shriek and fall back. They know not to interfere. They have done their best, it will do the rest. It will end her.
On instinct, I react. My heartrate accelerates. I feel my pupils dialate. My body begins its change. The change that was once the harbinger of doom for all that lay unfortuneately in my sphere. But I am no longer confident. Is this transformation to harm? Or to help? But harm who? Help who? The answer is no longer clear. I am no longer their servant, so is my change to fight it? Or assist its deadly rampage, about to break a terrible wave upon Shay?
I would never harm her. Never.
I will myself to choose. Choose now. Choose who I will serve. Choose who I will… Love.
I chose her over all else before. I can…I will… do so now.
I will fight. I will die, if need be, for her.
The air turns dark… much darker than before. An electric rage swirls around us.
It is closing in. She stops moving, and so do I. We do all things in sync. It is an instinct we have now, undeniable, and unchanging.
I move my arms forward. I am trying to grab her. Pull her back, behind me. Although I know we are strongest when we fight together. It is my own instinct to want to protect her, to take on the hardest hit from this storm first.
But I cannot reach her. She is only five steps in front of me, but in this nightscape it may as well be five hundred.
The atmosphere charges to its highest peak. Our thoughts are one. She is not ready. She cannot stand against this enemy. Perhaps later. But not now…. I can. Because I was spawned from the will of this creature. But I cannot position myself to save her.
My heart syncs. My muscles tighten. My nails dig deep into the palms of my fists. I feel my teeth grinding down hard.
I cannot save her. And this is the first time, ever in my life, when I am afraid.
And then.
The world around us goes motionless, soundless.
A grey dawn descends.
Shay and I are whipped from the nightmare.
Remember these things.
The message is for her. I think. I am not sure. Are they speaking to me also?
My eyes blink open. Dusk is rapidly descending. The monsters will be on the move soon.
And then I think… Where are the children?
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From By Moonlight : An Apocalyptic Fairytale by Lenise Lee
Copyright Lenise Lee Pubn, All Rights Reserved.
Sidenote
I think about my grandma, alot. One of the last things she said, on what was probably her last trip outdoors.. at least, in this version of the world, in this concept of reality, of creation.
She said, look at the sky. Look how blue it is. And the sun. It’s so warm..
I never forgot that moment, or those words; the purity, and honesty in them..
It took me some years afterward, to finally come to the conclusion, that I didn’t want to waste anymore moments inside.. The mental box we create for ourselves, or the real boxes the world says we should dwell in, for most of our best and brightest hours.
And now, here we are. No longer proverbially trapped in the box, but literally.
So much time spent trying to brainstorm over the walls and around the borders, to ascend across limits and beyond mere moments.. Just to be told, where we are safest, where we have always been safest.. Is in small rooms, with small thoughts, and big distractions, to keep us from dreaming of what’s outside..
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I am, trying, to be, poetic. Which only, makes this, harder. To let time, slip by. But, it never does, really. Instead, now, more than ever, I am, wandering, away, with my thoughts. Circling. For there are, no more, corners to turn, nor, places to be, and, be unseen. We are, all where we are, and, nothing more. Somehow, is this, a herding, ultimate dulling, of the masses, of the mind, of the will. For when, we willingly, become prisoners, no escape, is possible, and, no bars, necessary. What, oh, what, are we, truly, becoming.
Standing in the delicious chill, early morning fleeing elsewhere Grey dawn overhead, hot mug in hand Birds worshipping the new day, squirrels restless with play Awake, awaken, awakening, I am. . . . . Q
borrowed and blue
fleeting and fickle
anxious and amazing
wandering and wanting
exciting and ethereal
…the energy and magnetism, of life unfolding
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From the Thought Diary of Shaylise Stafford
…I am being watched.
I can feel their presence, just out of view. The corner of my eye catches movement.
I had not dreamed in many years. Not since I was a young child. Not until that night.
The night when everything changed. The night when Ethan stole me away from my life. The night when I realized that I was so much more than an unknown, barely surviving server in some gawd-awful bar.
This is a dream. I have had so many times since then. I almost have it memorized.
I am being watched….
From somewhere in the darkness, they are there.
This is a dream, I reassure myself. But I know, at the core of all that I am. This is not a dream. This is as real as any other moment in my waking life.
I am wandering through an ocean of dark oblivion on all sides. Yet, I am not alone.
They watch. They study. The observe and take note. Some dare to come too close. And that is when I sense them.
I am not supposed to know that they are there. But I do. My bones stiffen. My muscles tense. My mind’s awareness goes razor sharp. I am aware of all things, everything, even them, all at once.
Somehow, I can see them also. Flickers of shadows only. But they are definitely within my visual perception. And they are the unseeable ones, this I know on instinct. They are never meant to be observed by mortals; their presence is only to be a mere passing thought. A shudder, a chill. A superstition to be shushed and shamed. Never spoken of aloud, only by children, who have not yet learned the closed-mindedness of the adult world.
But I am no mortal. I never had been. Neither am I like them. This worries them the most, I can tell. I am something new. Something they had not expected. At least, not so soon.
It was Ethan who activated this dormant gene within me. It was his sudden appearance in and disruption of my world that forced to me to become what I had always doubted and denied. To become my truest self. The self within the self. The highest self. Needed for a specific purpose, to win a very specific battle in an eons-long war.
His nearness. Even before we had laid eyes upon one another, we were instinctively aware and bound to each other. This is the call of fate. The pull of destiny.
In a blanket of black, I wander. Confused. But not frightened. I feel my breathing pick up pace, my eyes widen as I search deeper into the dark. Something is coming. Fast and furious. The prickle in the air is electric. And I know, as my heart sinks, I am not prepared for what approaches. It is too soon. I am not ready to face the fight coming my way.
And then, suddenly, my awareness lifts. A new presence has arrived ahead of the enemy on the dark horizon. A grey dawn quickly descends. And I am in the land of the dark no longer.
Before I am yanked from the world of dreams and nightmares, where the true veil is lifted, four thoughts are planted in my mind.
Remember these things.
My eyes flicker open. There is still some daylight left, and then the animals will be out soon, prowling the open night. Hunting season.
Then I remember them… Where are the children?
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from By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairytale by Lenise Lee
Copyright 2020 Lenise Lee Publications, All Rights Reserved
Love the sound of the morning,
where peace and anticipation reign free
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These things,
must not change, who I am
nor stear me, clear of
the call of Destiny
For all things,
small and great, weak and mighty,
can become moments
of clarity
of uprising
of the true Spirit
that drives, the evolution of
my Becoming
Me.
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Lenise Lee 