THE MINDS EYE

By scratchingthesurface - E-mail this page - Add to My Favorites - Add to Blog List - See other blogs in Poetry

Thursday, May 31, 2012

After a few moments of shock; Father Gilead rushed to Michael’s side. Dropping to his knees, he checked his breathing, and pulse. Both were weak, but steady. “And extremely lucky for that, “he thought looking Michael over; his head was swollen, and a large swath of flesh had been ripped most of the... Sign in to see full entry.

Malek threw Michael a moldy, half-eaten ham sandwich and a bottle of water out of the burnt- old refrigerator against the wall. Leaning against one of the workbenches he stared at Michael, his eyes black and piercing. When Michael returned his gaze he felt the fear of a child again. Not the fear of... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Michael had searched every inch of his prison trying to find a crack, a weak spot, anything to help him escape… nothing. His hands were cracked and bloody from pounding on the sides trying to break free. Whatever this was holding him seemed to be a solid object, almost supernatural in nature. He... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 28, 2012

Ugandthia crossed his arms but didn’t speak; only stared at Zeshad expectantly. Zeshad drew himself up to his full fifteen feet and strapped his trident across his back. “What are our orders you sniveling cur?” He asked turning to Malek. “Just to wait for dusk,” Malek replied as he waddled out of... Sign in to see full entry.

Abigar was restless as always, pacing the floor of his office, twirling a razor sharp dagger around his fingers. The dagger was old, the blade scuffed and dinged from years of use the pommel was in the shape of a cobra baring its fangs, and its body formed the handle and ran into the blood line on... Sign in to see full entry.

chapter two

Michael woke to utter darkness, this wasn’t just an, all the lights out kind of dark: light did not exist in this place. Wherever this place is, he thought. His head was killing him; it felt like a million knives were stabbing repeatedly into his brain, his eyes were on fire and ached with every... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

continued, enjoy!

The headlights in the distance broke my minds ramblings; bringing me hurtling back a hundred and fifty years into the future, and not a second to soon. I was starting to drift into the other lane, and my exit was coming up. The Presa el Cuchillo was off to my right its vast waters stretching into... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

continued

The battle raged back and forth for hours, The Yanks had tried to breach our defenses three times and three times been repulsed, but at a horrible cost: dead and dying men filled the trench around me their blood turning the ground into a stinking quagmire that sucked at my feet; their screams filled... Sign in to see full entry.

continued

We reached Beauregard’s forces at Manassas in mid-July, starving and with bloody feet. Two months of hard marching had taken its toll on the men leaving many with the vacant stare usually reserved for the dying. Our clothes cloaked our hollow frames giving some semblance of strength, but our gaunt... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 18, 2012

chapter 1 continued

My headlights were the only light to be seen, carving out a path through the thick blackness that surrounded us. Officer Jones would’ve gotten to his radio by now, not that I was worried about it. Only twelve miles to the Mexican border, they would just be organizing their search now; I was already... Sign in to see full entry.

Headlines (What is this?)