1812: An Overture: Chapter 1December 18121812: An Overture: Chapter 1
The cold has many manifestations. It can be the absence of heat, or the presence of ice and snow. Sometimes cold is the frost nipping at the petals and leaves that remain of last summer’s blossoms. Other times it is a number: twenty below. Sometimes cold is the buffeting blast of wind during a November morning, rushing between buildings and through streets like a river unseen but chilling to touch. But true cold is the crushing feeling of one’s lifeblood being drained away by a force penetrating through flesh to gnaw slowly at the very essence of one’s being. At its core, cold is everywhere at every t
Looking BackwardsI am walking patiently along the sidewalk surrounded by green grass lawns and asphalt paving and I am looking backwards not forward with the mind’s eye at the delicate rays of the sun dripping yellow, yellow globules of molten existence upon the darkening soils and the light weaves in and out of the clouds ever so slowly where my attention is transfixed, still looking backward not forward when my eye catches the glimmer of sunlight reflecting where the sky meets the earth, a radiant line stretching across the broken horizon and I realize that it is metal urging the sunlight back at me, a row of bayonets like steel teeth in a dragon’Looking Backwards
Napoleon on the BrinkWaterloo. The very word trembles the imagination into a tumultuous tangle of torment and affliction. Never since it has so much hung in the balance of a single battle. In one unimaginable moment the maelstrom of war overwhelmed the heart of every man who threw himself into its vortex.Napoleon on the Brink
Waterloo. The man whose own heart burned with the most passion observed the conflict safety away from the specter of death. However, here the engagement was being decided, from within the mind of the Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte. He had gone too far, had committed too much to simply cut his losses and retreat to Paris. What had he paid for the chance
Dark Side of the MoonSometimes darkness is simply the absence of light. Other times it’s the presence of a shadow. Sometimes darkness describes a neutral color. Other times it embodies a manifestation of evil. Then there are times when darkness is that all-encompassing feeling of existence in a plane separate from all else in the universe, when all one’s senses are blotted out and all feelings muted save for thought itself, leaving the mind to apprehend its own situation. Then the mental processes twist and warp until they tear themselves apart at a point of incalculable singularity: a fathomless black hole of thought.Dark Side of the Moon
For Laura Johnson dar
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Failure is not an option, so give em hell, no matter what the cost!
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