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May 19, 2010 Up and through hills and strange mean pathways the cur wandered, exiled and wrought with the night. It saw savage mixed coyotes eating a deer, and continued on, lonesome and solitary at last. Bright lights from the industrial corridors shone on in the distance and as they were approached any promise they held was withheld instead and the wind buckled dangerous fencing that came crashing upon the cur. Spirits were there too and this was actually no surprise or magic, just tree devas and plant devas and sprites even, all flowing the other way in avoidance of the banished and bleeding. Rural roads and city streets, graveyards with tombstones and dried flowers, summits where garbage was strewn, old gateways of void and rough stone grounds. It walked and walked and walked with its three legs and matted hair, with slight hearing and laboured breathing and nightmares instead of nourishment. But there was an odd and wanton feeling of a secret rhapsody or not told of bliss that was arising in the cur, as he was alive and had made it far, far, far to the reaches of somewhere and something unknown to others. ------------ About the Author: For more of Brian's short stories, visit his website: http://www.freewebs.com/storyandstory/. Email Brian Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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