A.A. MacConnell's Blog, page 13
June 25, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt25)
She rose up her left wing and placed her head under it, eventually seeming to pull out a feather. However, when the phoenix pulled her head back out, it wasn’t with a feather in beak, but a silent shimmer of flame. Extending her head down, the ball of flame dropped from her beak and landed near the roots of the wizened tree.
“Here, enough fire for two. You may give them both this.”
Forgiveness got back to their feet and approached, stopping before the tree to stoop down and pick up the flame....
June 22, 2019
International Relations
Now once again we are falling far
Though you remind me of the past incentive
Again we would say, we would stay, once on par
We are repetition, oh repetitive, repetitive
We have done this so many times
And we will continue for so many more
To precipitate under these starry climes
While on the ground agree in this gore
Again you return to your house to pray
Leaving me here, not bothered, heart skip
Trying to ignore, but then you say
You love me, and as I hear so I trip
So far away is the rose i...
June 21, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt24)
For a moment, it seemed as though the phoenix had lost interest. She turned away from Forgiveness and extended her wings once more, though not as much as before, hopping back up to her roost. Her feet turned her around, back to the position she had taken before Forgiveness arrived. Her eyes remained open, still fixed upon them.
“I have always known that the last thing I will ever see will be Death. I remember seeing Life when I came to in this current existence. Old friends, the both of them,...
June 19, 2019
Champion of the Gods (pt9)
“Shu-fang!”
How War’s presence called for battle! And that was even before Shu-fang turned to look at her. She stood at seven feet, with blazing red hair falling down from her open faced helmet, contrasted against pale skin littered with scars. Mementos of her labours. Shu-fang knew that most of them War had seen coming and had allowed them anyway.
Shu-fang remained calm and let War advance upon her. War stopped many lengths in front of her, looking down upon the much shorter woman. “What is...
June 18, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt23)
If the discussion hadn’t gotten the phoenix’s attention and the subject hadn’t garnered her curiosity, the mention of Life and Death settled the phoenix’s temper where nothing else had. The feathers which had ruffled and made the creature look so much larger had settled to give her the sleek profile that she had previously shown while sleeping upon the wizened tree.
“You wish to gift something to Death? And Life? Whatever for? Life has everything she would ever want in creation. Death receive...
June 15, 2019
To each their own
Be as it may, we all want a place where
Everything is as it should be
Longing for that moment, whether
Others are there or not along
Need is the same as want, in this little corner,
Grasping for a feeling we all need
June 14, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt22)
Her wings extended and it was like flames shot out from the motion. But it was simply warm air, perhaps a circulation from the very volcano. Forgiveness thought otherwise. It wasn’t the same sort of heat from exertion or from the vents of the volcano. It caught Forgiveness’ breath and would have knocked them to the ground if they hadn’t already been sitting. It did make them close their eyes against the pressure and when they opened them again, the phoenix was there in front of them, beak ope...
June 12, 2019
Champion of the Gods (pt8)
Then she felt it.
It came slowly, but after a couple of days she could not deny the sense in the air. How it began to twist the people here. Spats over nothing, plain arguments nearing the heated peak. It was blood lust. It crept through the trees and down into the town, slipping into the houses and into their residents. They looked out, suspicious of strangers. Ready to bear arms.
War had come.
With a sigh, Shu-fang packed up her things and got out of town before War made herself known. Befo...
June 11, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt21)
The wizened tree stood on top of the volcano, a rather pathetic looking spindly piece of dried wood, that somehow was able to support the weight of the bird which slept on top of it.
Forgiveness rubbed at their arms, looking at the majestic beast. The feathers were of varied colour. The plumage of the body was golden where exposed with the occasional line of a deep red which showed between the line of each individual feather. The wings darkened, where those two different colours eventually bl...
June 8, 2019
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Simplicity in sound
Origin in orality
Never not necessary
Greatness from ground
