Mom (note this is very rough but enjoy)

She was careworn and sad.  Her dark hair flowed around her face, hiding secrets that were not revealed to the unknowing eye.  Jake saw them but somehow he always knew that they were there,  but he kept those secrets to himself.   He himself didn’t know why he never mentioned them to his brothers or father.  He also never told his mother either that he knew what she was hiding under her hair.

Maybe it was because he himself knew that there was something different about him as well; and to reveal his mother would also reveal that he wasn’t the same. But at the same time, there was that comment that he made last night at the dinner table that halted everything for the rest of the night.   And it was strange;  his brothers were both looking at him in a different light; that  maybe there was something that he himself was hiding from them.

He sighed and shoved the pitch fork harder into the dirty bedding of the cow barn.  The silence last night had continued into the morning with no answer to the question that he had asked.  Instead he felt that it had opened up a gaping hole between him, his mother and the rest of the family.  And the one that the silence hurt him the most was the sad look from her.

“Jake”.  he whirled around flinging the soiled straw through out the stall; and there she was his mother standing behind him.   Today she was wearing a light green blouse with a skirt that flowed around her form.   Jake saw what drew the others towards his mother; she was slight and almost as if she didn’t quite belong in this world.   Everyone always wanted to protect her and it got so bad at times that his mother didn’t go into town often anymore.   She stayed on the farm and the others took the lists of what she needed and got them  for her.

And now the flowing slight framed picture that was his mother was speckled with bits of straw and manure.   “Mom!” he dropped the pitch fork and ran the two steps to try and brush off the straw and sticky manure.

She brushed away his hands,  “Jake it is ok,  I startled you.”

And somehow he blinked and she was clean again, almost as if the manure and straw had never flown across the stall. But yet as he turned his head the pitch fork was still vibrating in the straw from where he had dropped it.

“Mom uh.”  He started to say,  he wasn’t much taller than she was but yet he felt like a giant beside her.  Maybe it was because of the constant chores that were required to run the farm or else it was something different, and somehow that felt like it was the better reason.  But…There were too many buts already.

“No Jake,  you need to know and last night that was a valid question, and I have been expecting it but not way.”  She put her hand on his arm,  “Come I will show you.”

 

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Hello

I joined again

In hopes that the muse will come back.

I miss you.   Jake, Dillon, Kerra, and a few others.

The line,  Mery and  more.  The  bike

that sits in the

forest.

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In

dreams there

are places to visit sights

to be seen. Adventures to be found.

I watch, I write I follow these friends, a box to

be opened.  Do I dare? Do I creep behind?

I do! For a rainbow leads the way;

To a goal a treasure

somewhere

new.

Who are you? “snippet”

Jake whispered as he looked down at his plate.  “Mom where did you come from?”

The silence was complete, everything came to a sudden halt as the little family stared at Jake.  His brother paused in mid chew, the muscles of his cheek bulging with mashed potatoes, and his other brother just simply stared, too startled to say anything.

His mother looked at him, though he didn’t see her looking as he was staring at the little pile of green beans that finally gave him the courage to ask the question.  But he could feel the stare, it was almost grinding into his head,  and maybe he should let it in so that she could see what he was thinking, the fear that he would never find a place in this world,  who was his father, after all it wasn’t the man that shared a room with his mother.

His two brothers,  Both of them had been toddlers when his “father” took in a woman who stumbled half dead into the milk house with him large inside.  They had their father’s dark brown hair with differences.  Peter the older one had curls that were tamed only by the base ball hat he wore all the time.  And John’s hair was straight like his father.

S is for Story

sis  for STORY   . My STORY is a journey into my imagination and through many lands and places.   I dream of flying and playing among the stars with my dragon . I want to tell my version of my STORY as it weaves and travels through me.   

Jake is my STORY I am starting to realize.   The STORY of how he snuck in to become the center of my attention caught me by surprise,   and it started with a long dirt road on a farm and green forest. 

Jake whispered as he looked down at his plate.  “Mom where did you come from?”

The silence was complete, everything came to a sudden halt as the little family stared at Jake.  His brother paused in mid chew, the muscles of his cheek bulging with mashed potatoes, and his other brother just simply stared, too startled to say anything.

He didn’t  see his mother looking,  he felt her stare almost as if it was  boring a hole inside of his skull.   It didn’t hurt, it was more of a fear that he would never find a place in this world,  who was his father, and why  was he here?  And he looked up and met his mother’s gaze.  There was a fear of rejection within her eyes.

That STORY has not finished.  The road is long and uncertain and I am sure that there are more pot holes that I still will get stuck in. But the STORY will continue into the forest and beyond.

 

B = Blood (and) Between

Bis for BLOOD and BETWEEN.  Though it naturally falls into place as BETA I chose not to follow that line of thought.  I would rather follow the path that I set out on and that is the path of my story.  As you can see all of my works seem to be connected somehow to each other. And in choosing two words there is a method to my madness.

We all know what BLOOD is.  It is red it nourishes and flows through our veins and hopefully we will not lose any.  But in my ramblings BLOOD means more.  It is the connection to family, magic and other meanings that I honestly have not figured out, or those that I have written down,  only to have it change into something completely different.

In the case of Jake he is lost and he hasn’t quite figured out what is going on (neither have I for that matter) He does know that he is not like any one else.   His mother stumbled out of a snow storm pregnant and lost and even today she refused to mention where she came from.  It was a frustrating conversation between the two of them; but the only thing she ever mentioned was the word BETWEEN .

BETWEEN as it is used here represents a boundary; a neutral area that is surrounding a object or protecting a place.  In my mind there is a hidden place that holds the key it all but like Jake I do not have a clue as to what the final event is going to be.  So this BETWEEN and BLOOD are just as much of a mystery to me as they are to Jake.

A is for ALPHA

A  is for ALPHA and the way that I think about ALPHA is that of a pack leader a dominant person in a leadership role. He or she is a leader who gained their way to the top position.  As in a wolf pack the leaders of the pack are the top mated pair. We have all seen with the werewolf there are distinctive features of the ALPHA and the rest of the ranking system.  I like Patricia Briggs and her stories.  To me her ideas and thoughts are the clearest I have found regarding werewolves and ALPHA.
But with my story is Jake an ALPHA?  These questions and more have been sort of answered in my mind. But they are something that I have not been able to figure out fully and I am not quite ready to divulge quite yet.  So the question remains is Jake an ALPHA or what the heck is he really?

Jake’s Beginning

Jake walked  further into the woods pushing aside the branches of the growth that reached out and  that hampered his forward movement.  He chuckled, and pulled down the cap that covered his ears.  He felt like he was a male little Red Riding Hood; and that he was going to be pounced on by a wolf who would rip out his throat with large fangs; “Better to eat you my dear!”   But that didn’t happen; it was a fairy tale; and he dropped his hand down to his back pocket to where his cell phone lived.

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Jake pushed through the trees; he listened and he was the only one thrashing through the brambles. The leaves were still.  He looked back and squinted he could barely see the edge of the pasture.  It was almost as if he had stepped into another world.  He frowned and backed up a step, his sneaker crunched down on a a dead branch that echoed through the clearing with a snap.  It was silent and a bit dark.  Yes it was darker, there were shadows lengthening down the old growth.

rusted bike

How could that be?  He looked again and  5 feet in front of him was the rusted wheels of the bicycle that he and his brothers had joked about just about 6 months before.  Jake moved closer. Yes there was the horn that he sounded that had sent the yearlings running across the field.  They had been grounded for that incident because the yearlings had scrambled and one of them broken a leg in the panic.  But the bike was rusted now and the horn; it squeaked and a sad sound hissed out; an old worn  out copy of itself barely 6 months old.  And the trees were old, Jake looked around frowning and he shook his head he didn’t understand.