THE MINDS EYE - Blogithttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scratchingthesurface/AN ADVENTURE OF THE IMAGINATION. POETRY AND CREATIVE WRITINGhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scratchingthesurface/718342Andreas, sword before him, dove through the portal back into the dark lands followed by Dan and the two others. He ripped through the screeching air towards the roof of St. Marks below, and landed on the roof noiselessly. Dan landed beside him,” the darkness approaches,” he said looking at the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scratchingthesurface/718324question for whomever may have an answer. is self-publishing a good route to go as a begining author? im trying to decide if i want to get an agent or not. thoughts?https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scratchingthesurface/718294Father Gilead woke Michael up with a hot bowl of stew and fresh baked bread. Michael set up in bed wincing a little at the pain in his side, “smells good” he said as Father Gilead sat the tray across his lap. “Mrs. Yardley brought it by. She always brings me something after mass.” Father Gilead...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scratchingthesurface/718293Malek found Janie’s house easily enough; the phone he had taken from Michael had her address listed. He’d changed bodies again, something a little more… professional; believable enough to get her in the car without causing a scene at least. He pulled his new limousine to the curb opposite Janie’s...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scratchingthesurface/718246Malek ducked as another wrench went flying past his head embedding itself in the cinder-block wall, behind his head. “We’ll get him back!” he screeched, jumping out of the way as Abigar launched a hammer at his head from across the room. “You fool!” Abigar bellowed. “The collector has called the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scratchingthesurface/718245Raphael nodded and stood silently staring around the now silent room. The fifty-odd guardians expectantly stared into his burning gaze, hungry for battle. Raphael stood as stone; his crimson armor glowed, and crackled with fire at the edges; the flames reflecting in his steely eyes. He towered...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scratchingthesurface/718244Gideon met Andreas at the gate with a hearty smile, and a slap on the back that almost brought him to his knees. “Welcome home brother!” Exclaimed the massive, black guardian, his teeth flashing brilliantly. “Our brothers wait for thy words.” “Raphael?” “Has just arrived,’ Gideon answered flying...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scratchingthesurface/718096Andreas was worried; He had been overwhelmed in the attack on the camp, and Michael was gone; taken by the fallen. As Michael’s guardian Andreas was sworn to protect him until his time came. “If Michael fell… No! He would find him, but not alone; the battle was in the open now. This had not been...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scratchingthesurface/718093Michael woke to the reverberating snores of Mr. Potts, who was asleep in the arm chair beside the bed, his head resting uncomfortably on his cane. Michael gazed around the room, his mind struggling to remember what had happened. The snoring abruptly halted, and Michael turned to find Mr. Potts...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scratchingthesurface/717889After sweeping all the broken glass away from the man, Father Gilead cut the man’s shirt away; the act giving him flashbacks,of the countless other times he had done this. Using the soap, and hot water he cleaned the majority of the gore off of Michael’s face and body, and then checked for any...