The light burns brighter as my resolve becomes stronger.
Emotion clings to me,
the weight of it tugs on my feelings one at a time,
my tears drip like the wax of a forgotten candle.
Loss is a heavy burden.
From the moment the sky scraper was built, it was jealous. The small church paled in comparison to its size and newness, but somehow the recently built monstrosity knew it had none of the character and charm that this relic had.
A myriad number of people came and went each day through its newly built foyer and, although the monolith felt important, the new tower knew it could not compare to the importance of the little church that it shadowed.
Each day, the looming fortress would watch people enter and leave the hallowed sanctuary. Their emotions were strong and were easily expressed. Family and friends held hands, locked arms, shared their joy or comforted each other as they entered and left the century-old building, tears staining their cheeks after a funeral or smiles etched into their faces following a wedding or christening. The more the new fortress watched the feelings and sentiment shared by the patrons of the old building, the more its resentment grew.
The tower watched the expressionless faces of the people entering through its revolving door. Most had digital devices in their hands and not one person acknowledged any of the other people in the building, lost in their sad world of technology. The building paid attention to the people in each of its offices, noting their lack of enthusiasm and utter disdain for their existence.
The cafeteria was the same. The only noise that was heard within the four walls of the dining hall were the sounds of the cash register and the din from the kitchen as the cooks continued to prepare the lunch items for the day. Nobody smiled. Nobody had even the smallest conversation. Ear plugs were attached to mobile devices so each person could tune out the world around them.
The fire started in the furnace room long after everyone had left for the day. The fortress could feel the heat from the fire and was satisfied that the slow burn would not be detected. It had systematically dismantled all of its alarms and fire suppression systems so the alarm company and the fire department would not be alerted until it was too late.
The flames turned into an inferno and windows began to break as the heat became unbearable. Smoke billowed through the shattered glass and the building breathed a sigh of relief knowing that it would no longer have to bear witness to the emotion the church was blessed to experience.
The final explosion was small in comparison to the fire. Chunks of concrete were launched in all directions and a few small pieces came to rest at the back of the church. The remainder of the structure fell to the ground leaving behind the metal carcass.
In the weeks that followed, those few small pieces watched as the clean up began. The debris was taken away and the skeleton of the building was broken down and removed. From their vantage point, the concrete remnants breathed a sigh of relief as they were left untouched to enjoy the rest of their existence as part of the church that they had admired for so many years.
Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Writing Challenge
My curiosity ignites.
My burning question is nourished
purely by the fuel of my deep desire
to feel the brush of romance
on the canvas that is my skin.
My heart burns
with a yearning
to find you.
The saloon doors met in the middle several times before slowing to a close. Deke extinguished exterior lights before leaving for home. His fluffy robe and slippers waited just where he had left them. The Dude Ranch had closed for another season.
His ambition was unwavering and his dream was simple. He wanted to fly. And not by way of a commercial pilot’s license, he wanted to soar like a bird and feel the wind on his face.
He had studied Da Vinci’s sketches and the logic behind his contraption was irrefutably genius. He set out to recreate Da Vinci’s brilliant apparatus and after a great deal of toiling and more than a few expletives he was able to stand back and appreciate all of his efforts. It was finished. It was brilliant. It was ready for its first test.
After his laborious journey to bring Leonardo’s masterpiece to life, he intuitively knew he must wait until morning. He wanted to be mentally and physically prepared for what would happen next and he knew a good night’s sleep would help him be at his best.
He looked up to the ceiling and yelled, seemingly to himself, “Get a good rest tonight. Tomorrow, we fly.”
Morning came and the weather was perfect. The sky was clear and the breeze guaranteed a splendid baptism into the world of flight. He climbed the stairs to the attic and the sun beams peeked through the cracks in the roof. The man in the corner of the room looked terrified. The stranger was haggard, unkempt and the duct tape over his mouth prevented him from nourishing himself. But even in the man’s fatigued condition, he was sure this man would still make a great test subject for the inaugural voyage.
He left his captive once again and wheeled his new gadget out onto the crest of the large hill that protected his house from unwanted visitors. He had already created the launch ramp and after some serious effort on his part the plane was set and ready to be cut loose.
He ran back into the house with the enthusiasm of a child and dragged the man out of the attic. The man put up a great struggle but he was no match for the willpower of the scientific mind. Once the man had been strapped in, he viciously tore off the duct tape. The man’s curses echoed in the valley below. He methodically explained the steering mechanism to the man and explained what would have to happen during updrafts and downdrafts. There was a pause in his instructions when he sadly mused that he would not be the first to test his gizmo but he was not stupid and knew there was room for error.
Once the tutorial was finished, he wished the man well and cut the umbilical cord holding the plane to the launch pad. Gravity took over and the plane began to pick up speed. The man’s screams could not be heard over the cacophony of the plane hurling down the launch ramp. The loud noise of the wheels on the track stopped suddenly and the plane was in the air. As graceful as an Eagle, the plane hovered on a gust of wind and seemed to stand perfectly still for a few seconds.
The breeze changed direction and he thought he was about to witness a magical flight. But the plane seemed front heavy and could not maintain itself in the air. He watched in horror as the plane did a nose drive, plummeted and crashed violently in the valley far below his house.
Reluctantly, he climbed into his ATV and drove down the long and winding path to see the carnage and sort through the wreckage. His pilot did not survive the crash. There were pieces of the plane he could salvage and he would begin building as soon as the light of the morning allowed him to begin. Tonight he had another job. Tonight he had to find himself a new pilot.
Written for the Grammar Ghoul Challenge to use the above photo of Da Vinci’s sketch and the word “dream”.
Back in June of 2013, The Cutter presented me with a fun writing challenge. He gave me four random things to use cohesively in a blog post. The result is here. I, in turn, threw down the gauntlet with five arbitrary topics and he brilliantly responded with this post.
The idea was so much fun to write, I thought I would try it again and offer the challenge to anyone else who wishes to participate. This is not a recurring challenge and there is no deadline. It just offers a little something outside the box and gives writers an excuse to deviate from their normal routine. And who knows? You could pick up a few new followers in the process.
Here are my five random ideas. If you like the challenge, I’d love to read what you write – don’t forget to tag me. And feel free to pick some random topics of your own and share it with your blogging friends.