New Story ~ Part 12

June 10, 2013 at 11:19 pm (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , )

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New Story Continued…

Sakira sat with her kinder-folks, Evander and Sakirina. Their faces reflecting excitement while their minds rolled with questions.

“So…Shimkee is thinkin’ this King lad has come then?” Evander looked up at Sakira. The question seemed to be out of sync with inquisitiveness – holding more a need for solidarity than confirmation.

“The Tinder-tale, should it be true, says so, Popseeies.” Sakira replied.

“I must speak with Shimkee myself then. I seem to recall the tale differently than your retelling from Shimkee’s memory.” Evander stood and reached for Sakirina’s hand. She rose and stood with him. They each took one of Sakira’s hands in their own and the three stood encircled.

“Father-all hide you in the arms of His light. Be a’calmed as you ride the night. The moon and stars be over your head; to keep the shadows withheld from dread. Hold His skeins tinder-child of ours and close your eyes for many hours.” Evander spoke the ancient nighttime blessing over Sakira, kissing her forehead. Sakirina folded her into her arms.

“I have not a’heard you speak the blessing in a long time, Popseeies.” Tears gathered in Sakira’s eyes, half-full.

“Forgive me Sakira, a shadow made me believe you had outgrown it. I see now, none of us have. Off with you now, tomorrow comes. We wait a’calmed, yes?” Evander wiped an escaping tear from her cheek.
“Huh! Why – your eyes don’t agree with each other on which color is more beautiful – I agree, both make their own beauty held in each of yours Shak’y.” He smiled

“Thank you, Popseeies, a’calmed night, know my love Mamanah.” Sakira left to her nest-bed in the corner of the cottage.

Evander and Sakirina went into their room and closed the door.

The Evander-house was small, having only one separate room apart from the living quarters containing the cooking area, a few chairs which surrounded the fire-pit, and a small cold storage nook dug and built off the entry. Sakira’s nest-bed was closest to the small round window in the corner farthest away from the cooking corner. The metal-bellied stove was central to the cottage. Its backside enclosed and disappeared into the stone wall that a’joined her kinder-folk’s room and the living quarters. There was another opening on their side by which the fire could be fed. It was a cozy and warm home – full of rich history and loving care.

Sakira laid down. The warmth of the fire seemed to feed the colors and textures of the cottage around her. Burnt copper coated the walls, popping in color. The woods of various tones of browns hugged the home with strength and structure. The smells of breads and spices pulled music into the love of the hands that tended the home. Sakira had felt she imagined these things before – having hints of clarity brush through her mind at times. Yet the Darkcloud had whisped like a thief the notion before. Now…it clapped in truism – better than she had imagined. She closed her eyes holding the happiness she felt like a blanket. Not many minutes later…she began to dream.

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Part 13; God willing next week 🙂

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Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ❤

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New Story ~ Part 9

April 23, 2013 at 11:55 pm (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , )

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New Story Continued…

The faces of Master Stark, Shimkee and Evardyne loomed before Sakira’s face in a smokey presence of concern.

“Shak’y?” Evardyne reached for her hand

“What’s gone from ye laddie?” Shimkee inquired.

Sakira shook her head, blinking rapidly. Looking around the hall, colors swarmed and faded in and out in time with the beats of her heart.

“I am…okay. Do…do you see it?” Sakira asked, her gaze shifting from one face to the next.

“See what? The hall aflame in the newness of change? ACH! You don’t mean you’ve just only now put on eyes to see it!!” Master Stark crowed with incredulous tones.

“No! Patience no! They are fading…the brightness…the light seems to be draining away from it all! Don’t you see??!” Sakira began to feel the air thinning around her.

Shimkee cradled his arm around Sakira’s shoulders and pulled her to a nearby bench. Eva’s face scrunched in consternation. Master Stark’s head shifted round abouts looking for the cause of Sakira’s concern. Nothing seemed amiss – well nothing seemed to be more or less in a new way from only hours ago!

“Come, tindling…what’s caused your stir to mix here? Paint Shimkee a picture so I can see through your eyes, eh?” Shimkee’s voice pulled in the color of peace and threaded it through the air. Tender – so tender was his heart towards his niece. Always, she had been a buried treasure to him. Her gift was joy and something was set about to rob it from her. Sitting beside her, he poured as much love out through his eyes as he could muster.

Sakira looked into those undefinably blue eyes and instantly the colors and sounds renewed their glimmering pronouncements. Her countenance shifted towards the heart of her uncle and she found an anchor.

“Oh! My what must these changes be doing to me eyes!!? Mayhap its too much for me mind!? Uncle Shimkee, the colors seemed to fade and sound smother again as I was thinking while you and Master Stark were speaking. ACH, but what a dink I am! I am to offer Eva and I’s service to the mining up of the tinder-tale; that’s why I linger.” Sakira sent a look of indication towards Evardyne.

Master Stark sniffed and angled his bulbous nose to the side; as if some thought was adrift on the air and he might inhale its offer of wisdom. He must have caught some sense of it as he kneeled down in front of Sakira and asked most seriously.

“What – tinderling, were ye thinking just before the fading of your senses?” He took her chin in his hand and focused her face towards his.

Sakira stayed with him.
“Well…I was thinking of helping Uncle and the tinder-tale. The changes…oh yes! I was thinking of them…and the Dark-cloud…trying to recall if I saw where it went…and began to be a’feared of what all this means. Then…I looked up and saw the fading. Master Stark did you see it too?” The words rolled out in sharp and quick staccato until Sakira’s question hung on the last breath between them, in a hopeful plea of confirmation.

Master Stark searched Sakira’s face for an elongated moment. Trying to read more than her words. Shimkee interrupted the interchange of unspoken digging.

“Ahh…a’feared, eh? A’feared is the drain by which all life tends to abandon itself to a grey abyss, me thinks! Mayhap there’s more to dig here but let us move towards the tale, eh?” Shimkee bumped Master Stark with his knee and began to rise.

Master Stark stared at Shimkee and again seemed to catch a thought unspoken. Clearing his throat, he rose pulling Sakira with him.

“Yes, yes! The tale, much to dig upon there. No time to spend desire on the departed Clouds blown away by such a motley of joy raining down in rainbow’s, eh? Yes, Shimkee take these girl-lads and begin with them as you will tonight. Find Adaviah tomorrow and report to me at the top of the Circle Cycle. I must check on Mistress Mable for supplies now.” With a parting look full of exchange and focus to Shimkee, Master Stark moved off towards the kitchen.

“Ahh, well now… my helpful girl-lads, what can I put you to that may begin this search for more than my memory can account?” Shimkee put an arm around each of their shoulders and pulled them towards the door.

Evardyne exclaimed, “Mayhap you could repeat it to us aloud again Sir Shimkee? My memory is hard put to function with all the fluff and music taken up space there! We could write it down too – huh Shak’y?”

“Whatever Uncle finds needful.” Sakira smiled. “Though I admit Uncle I would like to just hear it again; its been many moons since I have re-ran it in my mind. I thought it just a story for tinders to sleep to – for good dreams.”

“Indeed it has seemed to suffer much with the passing of time. Good dreams are a pleasant thing but there’s truth to the tale that has come alive before our very eyes this day! And TRUTH, my dear ones, always needs more than repetition! It must have dreams – yes but follow it we must to its source! This is what its function is – yes? So, we repeat tonight – and dig on the morrow! Come let’s find a place worthy of such a telling!” Shimkee’s eyes began to kick off sparks of radiant blue as he spoke and his heart pulled the girls into it with invitation.

They left the hall with all its dazzling beauty and went out to find a place to listen to all the tinder-tale might teach. The moon had begun to open her arms to the stars and shone down a path for the seekers to find.

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Part 10, God willing, next week 🙂

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Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ❤

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New Story

February 21, 2013 at 11:22 pm (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , , )

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A while ago this fairytale-like story came flying out of my pen. I adore fantasy fiction like that of Jeffery Overstreet and Ted Dekker. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis who were inspired by George MacDonald who has been called the King of Fantasy. I know not, but that these writers have done much to “stoke” my mythic and poetic nature.

The story comes out and is written as it does. I so far can not look any farther than the next sentence, sometimes next word. My gift has never flourished in the futuristic planning that seems to be gifted to so many others. The plot thickens and characters develop in accordance with the moment I write. It has long been a frustration to me I admit. God dips my pen in the ink and points it out as it goes, rather than giving me a “rough-sketch” and allowing me to see a bit of the whole picture; with which I begin to color-in. I must trust His timing and ways…and put the gift He gives in proper lead.

So I will begin in simple little installments and see where it goes. As I love pictures to “add their own words” I will attempt to find those that do the picture in my head justice, no promises though! 🙂
I have no title or at least none has been given to enchant my fancy. So without further a-do. Here goes.

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Once upon a time in the heart of Irlivadad. Once upon a sight unseen. Deciduous colors sparkled and tingled upon the quiet boy-lad King. His thoughts drew forth in the wind of contrition; hearkening back black-froth clouds bent to rain down sedition. Up, up they whirled and the black-cloud unfurled.
The blackness was assimilated, now a thunder-clap of rainbows; and the rain, as it fell, bled into the earth now to dwell.
Emerald and garnet grew up leaf and vine. Collaborating with violet and saffire melding rock and stone for the boy-king a throne. The vaguest of a whisper from His lips drew a snow flaked in crystal. Blizzard and bluster, a chaos of color settled down on Him a crown and robe in illuminous reflecting light. He sat upon the throne and raised His face towards the up-everlasting sky, and sighed.

The air wavered and crackled, static electric. His gaze wondered to the far horizon catching the eve of the symphony of Frakenlands colorful birth. The crystalline rainbows were chasing away the last of the black-cloud over the Mesapeak Mountains. The Circle of Fire was on the descent; casting more flavors of color and hue on the babe-land taking its first breath of colorful life. The King-lad opened His mouth, smiled and sang. The air vibrated and hummed, giving birth to each color in song. Emerald whistled and sighed around stalks, leaves, blades and stems. Crystalline twangs flowed through the liquid essence that quenched every thirst in Frakenland and beyond. An academy of sound riding the waves of birth-pangs in riotous color. Animals found a new release in expression that drew forth like a burst of innocent delight. Men, women and children joined in Frakenlands first song, harmonious and captivating. The air filled up with intoxicating hallowing worship. Frakenland had found its voice.
The King-lad leaned back in the throne, wilting like flower on stem after a deluge. Breath labored with each intake and exhale; the charged particles of sound and pigment seemed to inflate and deflate as if dependant on His lungs to survive.
“Done.”, said the King-lad, “At least for today, I am well contented. It is well done.”

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Next installment next week :-).

Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ❤

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