A.A. MacConnell's Blog, page 15
May 21, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt15)
On the way, he found someone who should not have been there.
“Angel. Isn’t this past your bedtime?”
Forgiveness looked up at him. Death noticed what had their attention. A small burrow, with life still inside. Four mice, the only creatures in the vicinity who had survived the skirmish around them. Who had survived Death’s personal touch in the area. Death kept his distance. They were not injured, they were not sick, they were not his. Yet.
The angel smiled, not worried in the slightest that D...
May 18, 2019
Inside
Simplicity in the changing notes
Original in one’s own mind
Never to bloom in physicality
Growing instead inside
May 17, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt14)
The hound that he could touch. The only thing “ALIVE” in his reach. The movement of the hound only was matched by the wind. The wind Death was certain was trying to spy on him as it carried his looming messages to those around. By the scent of him, the sound of him (or lack thereof)… what a deceitful wind. Death didn’t like it. There were times he thought it was funny, but right now he had taken himself out of the mood by paying attention to the few things he had to him.
Pup would have had hi...
May 15, 2019
Champion of the Gods (pt4)
It was Shu-fang’s fault the gods were so interested in her. She remembered it as though it were hidden behind a veil, where someone was shining a flashlight through the other side and into your eyes and you would tell them that wasn’t how it worked, that they needed to give you the flashlight so you could at least make out shadows, but the other person was insistent this was how it worked.
Meaning to say, Shu-fang didn’t remember the details, it had been a while. Plus, a whole lot of it blend...
May 14, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt13)
“Fore!”
The blade hit the skull and it went flying off into the distance. Death watched as his hound chased after the bone, catching it miles away. He chuckled, moving over the muck of the swamp as it tried to collect the rest of the bodies before Death could have fun with them. Well, the suffering was over. At least, the suffering of those he had come to collect.
Even the plants that lived in this swamp, the insects which couldn’t get far enough away, the frogs who had been injured by what h...
May 11, 2019
More of this
When it comes down to the wire, please
Respect both sides of the line.
Originally it was an honest mistake, so
No insults should be thrown when one accepts fault,
Growing from new information.
May 10, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt12)
Life returned the conversation to Forgiveness. “They must be doing well. After all, you would tell me if they were not?”
Death was still smiling, but it had turned wry. “I haven’t taken them from you yet. I’m not sure I want them.”
That hadn’t stopped him before. It never would. Death was awfully possessive.
The space between them was becoming erratic, constant birth, constant death, uncertain where the line was. Life almost asked him to stay. She could see he was readying himself to leave. L...
May 8, 2019
Champion of the Gods (pt3)
Shu-fang slowed down as she neared the stage, much like the part of the crowd she was in the flow of. The children on stage were dressed up in facsimiles of traditional garb. To be fair, children couldn’t wear something a little more realistic. The adults didn’t know what that meant. They simply picked up something that looked old, something that they knew was old. This would have worked, if the presentation the children were putting on had occurred only a thousand years ago.
The story of imm...
May 7, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt11)
“Forgiveness has been absent,” she told Death. “They had something important they had to do, but they have yet to return.”
Death chuckled, a grinding sound. “The last I saw them they were up to their usual tricks.”
“Now, now. I would hardly say what they get up to are tricks. That’s more of your fare, I believe.”
“Caught me red handed. Oh, wait, that’s blood.”
She laughed. “I know you take your work very seriously.”
“Everyone else does. Well, for the most part.”
She shrugged, finally standing...
May 4, 2019
Done to him or by him?
Dragging his body across the floor, he
Remembers barely what had caused
Ugly marks upon his skin and
Grinding sounds between his teeth
Guess it took to much from him
Extracting the attack, he followed through the
Desperation and took another crack
