On Blizzards

Its a very dull Sunday morning.  Very dull.  So I will write a short story for.... myself.


The night was cold.  The wind howled outside and the window ledge was piled with snow, but inside the house a fire crackled merrily.  A man sat in a rocking chair beside the fire, apparently deep in thought.  Shadows played in the corner of the room, tumbling and turning over each other.  With a start, the man stood up and reached for the bookshelf above the fire, drawing out a thick, leather bound novel.

He studied the cover for a while before opening the book.  Inside the book he found a long letter, written in a flowing script.  For a long time the man stood, re-reading the letter. Then, he took it out of the book and placed it in his pocket.  He left the book on the table and quietly shuffled into a side room.  The man came out cradling a sleeping child in his arms.  The baby looked to be no more than a year old and was wrapped in many layers of fur.  Then the man softly touched an older boy who lay in the room, also sleeping.  The boy roused himself with a sense of urgency.

"Papa?" The boy asked.
"Yes son?" The man said handing the boy a pair of leather boots, "Put these on, quickly!"
"Where are we going?" Again, the boy questioned.
"Away, don't ask any more questions.  Dress warmly, we will be outside for a long time"
"Yes, papa"

When the boy was ready, they all exited the house.  The baby in the mans arms woke and began to cry but the group continued their trudge through the blizzard.  They walked the whole night, and only when dawn broke did they reach a small cave almost completely submerged by snow.


..... Creative exhaustion. I'll write more later... However I would appreciate comments! Thanks,

Elven

Short poem

I am a coward,
Given life's greatest gift.
I tried to move forward,
I just couldn't resist.

Silently watching,
The moon in the sky,
Yet secretly wishing,
That it would me mine.

I don't know danger,
Yet fear it like ice,
Better then, be a stranger
If you wish to survive.

But who can survive,
If their heart isn't there?
Its just one shallow life
Without wind in your hair.


Now you understand, me thinks.  Until next time.
Elven

Holiday restlessness

Right now, I feel elated, possibly because I have just eaten lots of chocolate or maybe because I have thought of a nice chord progression for the piano.  Could be both.  Sadly, the feeling only lasts for a little while.  It’s as if it needs something to sustain it.  Kind of like a hydrogen bomb, exploding in an awesome display of colour and then fading away slowly.  That is what I imagine a hydrogen bomb to look like anyway . . .  I hope I never will see one in action.

Today is the first day of holidays for both me and my sister.  SO much free time.  I don't even know what to do with it all.  Over exam period I felt as if there was no time for anything but studying and now I don't know what to do.  Don't get me wrong, I do have many passions.  I love music, art, literature, sport, drama and so forth but I seem to always get sidetracked by the internet.  Even when I do have some job to do, the internet always consumes me.

I wake up and think, Oh better check my emails, and then half the day has gone.  I am left feeling useless and unproductive. 

I really think I should make up some sort of plan for the day or find an awesome project to work on during the day.  If you have any cool project ideas feel free to post them below. Bye for now!

Elven