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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Sad (07/26/07)

TITLE: Creation Mourns
By Birdie Courtright
07/31/07


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A thick red stream hit the earthen floor, scattering miniscule grains of sand long neglected in the parade of time. Dry, weary earth thirsty for life received it’s bounty. The planet suckled hungry for the sip of moisture. A quiver began to play across the arid surface.

Life Blood.

A Shiver of ecstasy worked it’s way beneath the crust into the rich damp soil grasping for the dense layers of bedrock.

His Blood.

The earth gasped at the audacity of men. Her fury rose to the surface with a deafening roar, shaking, trembling; spewing the vehement curse of Adam beneath their feet.

The Father withdrew his light from the planet’s surface as men shrieked in terror fleeing from the grisly visage of the Redeemer mounted atop the hill. Evil grinned; the flesh writhed in agony.

The breeze hung motionless in reverence as the last weak current of air pushed it’s way from the human form that hosted it’s commander.

“Holy Breath, summon us.”

Moving in rhythmic captive cadence, pushing it’s way toward the lifeless form, the four corners of the wind gathered it’s rage. Burgeoning clouds closed in around the lifeless host of heaven, expelling their grief in acrid bursts of light and energy. How dare they?

“Son of man…”
She timidly caressed his lifeless lips.
“Son of man…
Sound ceased her vibrant flow—no words? No words?
“Oh…don’t go from me…”

Evil watched with greedy eyes as the planet convulsed in horror. ‘They’re mine now…’

“Humans? Humans?” Lily raised her fragrant bonnet as the voices drew near. “My scent will bring pleasure.”

A salty droplet slid down the woman’s cheek, and nestled softly into the fragile white folds of petal. She plucked the bloom, nuzzling it’s sweet perfume.

“Comfort your Master.” The delicate flower stationed across His cold chest in repose, gracing the linens of death.

Glory withered as the captured tear rolled from its fragrant cup.
“I will lay with you through your sweet slumber, Master.”


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TJ Nickel08/02/07
A tough week of reads ahead....great writing, a few tiny issues swallowed by great imagry.
Dee Yoder 08/05/07
Love the imagery in this story! Full of rich descriptions.
Verna Cole Mitchell 08/06/07
Your story is so rich in description. You did a really wonderful job. I love it. (One little suggestion--For possessive, use "its." "It's" always means "it is."