So everyone was amazing last night from what I saw. Sorry I had to leave mid-way through. Was watching Sues videos on FB, everyone looks really good. Glad it's over though.
What else to blog about?
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Okay excerpt from a story I've written and am now editing again.
It
gave a harsh caw, a stone catching it's glimmering ebony wings and
the crow plummeted, spiraling out of control, to the slick,
unforgiving street.
“No,
no! Stop it” I cried, darting forward sharp stones glanced off my
raised arms as I struggled to protect my head and shield the fragile
creature at once.
The
crow fluttered weakly on the damp stone gasping. As I charged into
the square, the children scattered, giggling, shrieking as they cast
the stones aside.
Falling
to my knees, I ignored the latest additions to my myriad collection
of bruises.
It
struggled, beak wide, seeking air. As I watched, frozen in horror,
it's sable eyes glazed and it's weak breaths stalled.
No!
agony rippled through me. I felt the dark flame of his life flicker
out. No!
“Nyx?”
there
was no answer. From the suddenly cold place in my chest, I knew there
never would be.
I stroked it's downy feathered breast, my heart aching. Too soon. And tears of diamond ice leaked from beneath my dark eyelashes. My breath rasping. It's beautiful ebony wings torn, it's tiny fluttering heartbeat stalled...
I hesitated only for a moment, my hand whipping back, curling into a white-knuckled fist which I crushed against my trembling lips. Only a little... what difference could it make? A crows silken wings never slit a mans throat. What consequence could there be, to give it another chance at flight?
Slowly, my pale hand visibly shaking, I rested my fingertips against my heart and I reached deep into that forbidden core, in the center of my chest, where an electrostatic shiver hummed.
The heat reached through the thin barrier of skin and my fingertips were suffused in the tingly golden static of life, drawn from my own heart. Breathing deep, I reached out and caressed the inky feathers, miniature traces of lightning leapt from my hand and jolted the still heart....forcing it to beat.
The crow blinked, intelligence flashing in the dark gaze. It hopped to slightly unsteady feet, ruffling it's midnight feathers.
A slight smile graced my lips as it uttered a harsh caw and took flight, leaving me kneeling in the dust, midnight eyes shimmering in the silvery cast of moonlight.
