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Never Die CH4: Spiritual Guidance
The light breeze tickled Matthew's face as he made his way to the large oak tree at the far end of the cemetery. The leaves were in so many shades of gold, red and orange, he would have thought the tree was made of metal, had he not been to this place so many times before. In his arms was a bundle of irises, his mother's favorite flower, with a smattering of baby's breath. His eyes shined as he peered down at them as he made his way over to her grave.
It was a simple grave, just like she'd requested. She was always a simple kind of woman, who loved with all her heart and soul. It was why Matthew had such a calm presence growing up and even now as an adult. He had always looked up to her and wanted, wished, so much to be the kind of person she was. He was teased for this, of course, but he didn't care. He loved his mom like crazy. Which is why he was so torn up over her passing. It still grated at him from time to time.
"…hey mom…" he said softly as he knelt down and placed the bouquet
Never Die CH3: Propositions
Matthew and some of his coworkers were on their lunch break. As usual, he sat with Lilia and Misty. Misty’s appearance kept anyone else from wanting to sit with them. The redhead was tucking into a hearty, Scottish meal, while Misty, who was a very cultural kind of girl, was eating some Japanese food she’d neatly put into a bento box. Matthew always found himself amazed that she was an American. All he made was a brown bagged PB&J sandwich and an apple. Just because he could put food away like a cow didn’t mean that he had to. Lilia, in a unladylike gesture, belched loudly, as was customary from her family when finishing a good meal. Both Matthew and Misty rolled their eyes.
Matthew did the gentlemanly thing and threw out the girls' garbage, following them out to the studio when they were done cleaning up. Lilia made her way to the middle of the group and threw her arms around their shoulders, laughing loudly. They discussed how to go about their planned road trip to
Never Die CH2: Of Rain and Fortunes
Matthew bent forward to peer into the eye piece, his hands holding steadily onto the grips. His chair lifted and lowered as needed, as the two anchors talked about the breaking news report. His naturally strong arms held the heavy camera in place. It was such a long report that, by the time they were able to go to a break, Matthew thought his arms were going to fall off.
He took his company cap off to ruffle his blond waves. Feeling a little warm, he pulled the red hair tie off his wrist and put his hair into a loose ponytail. Putting the cap back on and pulling the pony through the open back, he let himself relax in his chair until the break was over. Just as he put his arms behind his head, he felt a soft tap on his knee.
"Oy! Good evening, Matt!" called out a cheery voice.
"Hello. How are you doing, Matthew?" asked a much softer sounding female.
Lilia was a chipper woman, with auburn hair cut into a pixie style and sparkling, green eyes, her face smattered with freckles. She was dre
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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