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DWP: Soul Forge
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Soul Forge
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"This should be enough" Jack said as he dropped the final few logs onto his campfire. Jack loved the way the smell and peacefulness of the outdoors made him feel. It was nice to get away from the stresses and pressure of the wife, kids, & the job. He had been to this state park many times and loved this same spot. He nicknamed the place 'Silens Tempus' or 'Still Time' It was a spot that he had hiked to years ago and liked the area so much, he took a full day with a machate clearing the area out. After he was done camping, he would cover the area with a leaf & log tarp he had made to cover his camping area. It was against park regulations to veer off the trails and to camp outside of preassigned spots, so he had kept this spot hidden for all of these years. The location was a half a day hike into the forest and hills and sat on the edge of a cliff overlooking a small waterfall. Jack appreciated the natural noises over the college drunks that partied at the preassigned camping spots, even if he risked a hefty fine from the park ranger.
Night quickly fell and this night seemed to feel different than other nights. Jack could feel something different in the air tonight. A subtle fear came over him, which wasn't unlike a feeling he had in the past when he started camping alone in an area so far from other people. This was a different sort of fear though. He decided to go ahead and get into his tent shelter and zip up the door to escape this feeling. The feeling didn't leave him and sleep wouldn't overtake his tired eyes.
He decided to get out of the tent, maybe it was fate pulling him out of his tent, or maybe it was his bladder, but either way, it would have been better for Jack to remain in his tent that night.
As Jack stood a few feet from his tent relieving himself, he felt something drawin him toward the edge of the cliff. He pulled his flannell jacket closer to himself and veered up some stones to the edge of the cliff. The moonlight shining off of the water in the waterfall brought some comfort to him, but astonishment took over when he noticed a large creature at the bottom of the small cliff that resembled a man, but had features of an animal. It seemed to be waiting for him and summoning him to come closer. He couldn't figure out if this was a 'Big Foot' type creature or what it was, but he was drawn to it. Jack quickly circled around through the woods to a narrow, but convienent path leading him down to the creature. Jack made his way through the brush, the hills and jutting rocks to a clearing at the bottom of the first smaller waterfall. His flashlight quickly searched the darkness, but the creature was gone. He decided that it was his mind playing tricks on him and his weary eyes that created the illusion, but as he started back up the narrow path, he noticed a flicker coming from behind the waterfall. A closer examination revealed an opening into a cave and he followed the flicker of light into the cave. Jack thought to himself that he never noticed this cave in the 8 years he had been camping here and thought about turning back multiple times, but he was drawn in as if a thousands sirens were singing their enticing melodies. The flicker stopped at what was presumably the end of the cave and the flicker was gone. The flashlight was dead. a candle was lit from the center of the room revealing a man sitting at a round table that resembled a clock. A closer inspection revealed that this man was not old, but ancient. His gray hair was long and his cloak was tattered and torn from age. His eyes were clouded over and a grey color. Thundering, the old man said, "Come" Again drawn out of obvious reason to run, Jack stepped closer to the man and eventually was standing right before him. Jacks eyes locked in with this mans worldless eyes and Jack felt an imidate feeling of all the evil in the world. All of pain and shame that he couldn't bear to stand. Jack crumbled to the floor and started to shake from the astounding sense of lonilness and despair that he felt. The ancient man slowly rising from his feet began to slowly walk out of the cave as Jack lay on the ground. Jack knew that the man was the shadow of his soul. A wraith that had come to reveal that his happy facade he put on for those around him was nothing more than an illusion for the evil he bore on the inside. A darkness that he couldn't escape. He lay on the floor of this drab cave floor trying to figure out what was left of him and what was left of what he could become.
It is said that mans soul is forged on the altar of time. With time, experiences, failures, and illusions. Walls being built to hide the very core of who humans are. The peaceful, serene images of who others think you are on the outside only hiding the cave that sits deep under the persona of who everyone thinks you are. So it was with Jack. Jack knew about the cave under the waterfall, but chose to ignore it for all these years, but was finally brought in to see himself for what he really was. As with Jack and our own plight, let us hope that we find light in our caves.
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"This should be enough" Jack said as he dropped the final few logs onto his campfire. Jack loved the way the smell and peacefulness of the outdoors made him feel. It was nice to get away from the stresses and pressure of the wife, kids, & the job. He had been to this state park many times and loved this same spot. He nicknamed the place 'Silens Tempus' or 'Still Time' It was a spot that he had hiked to years ago and liked the area so much, he took a full day with a machate clearing the area out. After he was done camping, he would cover the area with a leaf & log tarp he had made to cover his camping area. It was against park regulations to veer off the trails and to camp outside of preassigned spots, so he had kept this spot hidden for all of these years. The location was a half a day hike into the forest and hills and sat on the edge of a cliff overlooking a small waterfall. Jack appreciated the natural noises over the college drunks that partied at the preassigned camping spots, even if he risked a hefty fine from the park ranger.
Night quickly fell and this night seemed to feel different than other nights. Jack could feel something different in the air tonight. A subtle fear came over him, which wasn't unlike a feeling he had in the past when he started camping alone in an area so far from other people. This was a different sort of fear though. He decided to go ahead and get into his tent shelter and zip up the door to escape this feeling. The feeling didn't leave him and sleep wouldn't overtake his tired eyes.
He decided to get out of the tent, maybe it was fate pulling him out of his tent, or maybe it was his bladder, but either way, it would have been better for Jack to remain in his tent that night.
As Jack stood a few feet from his tent relieving himself, he felt something drawin him toward the edge of the cliff. He pulled his flannell jacket closer to himself and veered up some stones to the edge of the cliff. The moonlight shining off of the water in the waterfall brought some comfort to him, but astonishment took over when he noticed a large creature at the bottom of the small cliff that resembled a man, but had features of an animal. It seemed to be waiting for him and summoning him to come closer. He couldn't figure out if this was a 'Big Foot' type creature or what it was, but he was drawn to it. Jack quickly circled around through the woods to a narrow, but convienent path leading him down to the creature. Jack made his way through the brush, the hills and jutting rocks to a clearing at the bottom of the first smaller waterfall. His flashlight quickly searched the darkness, but the creature was gone. He decided that it was his mind playing tricks on him and his weary eyes that created the illusion, but as he started back up the narrow path, he noticed a flicker coming from behind the waterfall. A closer examination revealed an opening into a cave and he followed the flicker of light into the cave. Jack thought to himself that he never noticed this cave in the 8 years he had been camping here and thought about turning back multiple times, but he was drawn in as if a thousands sirens were singing their enticing melodies. The flicker stopped at what was presumably the end of the cave and the flicker was gone. The flashlight was dead. a candle was lit from the center of the room revealing a man sitting at a round table that resembled a clock. A closer inspection revealed that this man was not old, but ancient. His gray hair was long and his cloak was tattered and torn from age. His eyes were clouded over and a grey color. Thundering, the old man said, "Come" Again drawn out of obvious reason to run, Jack stepped closer to the man and eventually was standing right before him. Jacks eyes locked in with this mans worldless eyes and Jack felt an imidate feeling of all the evil in the world. All of pain and shame that he couldn't bear to stand. Jack crumbled to the floor and started to shake from the astounding sense of lonilness and despair that he felt. The ancient man slowly rising from his feet began to slowly walk out of the cave as Jack lay on the ground. Jack knew that the man was the shadow of his soul. A wraith that had come to reveal that his happy facade he put on for those around him was nothing more than an illusion for the evil he bore on the inside. A darkness that he couldn't escape. He lay on the floor of this drab cave floor trying to figure out what was left of him and what was left of what he could become.
It is said that mans soul is forged on the altar of time. With time, experiences, failures, and illusions. Walls being built to hide the very core of who humans are. The peaceful, serene images of who others think you are on the outside only hiding the cave that sits deep under the persona of who everyone thinks you are. So it was with Jack. Jack knew about the cave under the waterfall, but chose to ignore it for all these years, but was finally brought in to see himself for what he really was. As with Jack and our own plight, let us hope that we find light in our caves.
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Thunderring
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Interesting choose....Not sure what to do for it...I'll have to think about it for a little while...
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Thunderring
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Soul Forge
Everyone knows that the soul is forged by the created and that no matter what time has in store there will always be peices of what the creator wants that soul to have. However, not even can deal with what they do to the soul they are given and take it out on the souls of those that are given into their care....
"Lair!" the woman screamed as she swayed unsteadly. "You took my chil'ren from me, you had no right!" Her words were slurred and eyes blurry with what ever she had given her self that night.
"Ma'am you are an unfit mother, nothing more and nothing less," the social worker told her sturnly as eyed the woman in front of him wondering if he should call the cops or handle it himself.
Profanities rolled off her tounge like oiil.
"I'm afraid such words do not scare or intimidate me, lucky enough for your children. Now I will bide you good night." With that he walked away leaving the torn, bitter and remorsful woman behind him, to think of a time when things, when life was much better, and like all sad, lost souls she blamed all of her troubles on some one else instead of admitting what she all ready knew in her heart. It was no one's fault but her own. She had forged her soul and now she was going to either live with it or ask for help in reforging it.
The choice is hers like it is so many others, and all we can do is pray that they will make the right chooce.
Everyone knows that the soul is forged by the created and that no matter what time has in store there will always be peices of what the creator wants that soul to have. However, not even can deal with what they do to the soul they are given and take it out on the souls of those that are given into their care....
"Lair!" the woman screamed as she swayed unsteadly. "You took my chil'ren from me, you had no right!" Her words were slurred and eyes blurry with what ever she had given her self that night.
"Ma'am you are an unfit mother, nothing more and nothing less," the social worker told her sturnly as eyed the woman in front of him wondering if he should call the cops or handle it himself.
Profanities rolled off her tounge like oiil.
"I'm afraid such words do not scare or intimidate me, lucky enough for your children. Now I will bide you good night." With that he walked away leaving the torn, bitter and remorsful woman behind him, to think of a time when things, when life was much better, and like all sad, lost souls she blamed all of her troubles on some one else instead of admitting what she all ready knew in her heart. It was no one's fault but her own. She had forged her soul and now she was going to either live with it or ask for help in reforging it.
The choice is hers like it is so many others, and all we can do is pray that they will make the right chooce.
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