A.A. MacConnell's Blog, page 16
May 3, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt10)
Her words came out calm, smooth, as she always was. Drastic changes in emotion were left for others. Life had acceptance, it came from how much her existence covered. Beginnings came in all forms. Ends did too, in a way, but at the same time it still came to a similar stop.
“You do a good job at trying to forget my question.” Death propped his scythe in front of him, where the handle drove into the ground simply dying as he leaned his forearms upon the top of the blade. It would not cut him....
May 1, 2019
Is May Looking Like Flowers?
Another month has passed. I did my Camp NaNoWriMo. No, I did not get the two hours every day like I wanted, but I definitely did more than 60 hours of work. So I’ve given myself that one. I did my best and I accomplished a lot.
Including this!
Both in paperback and as an ebook, I hope people will pick this one up. This story is a triumph of my improvements as an author, as a storyteller, as a person… a Writer. I actually feel it this time. It’s nice not to try to sell a book while being apol...
April 30, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt9)
She smiled, nonetheless, glad to see him. “I was wondering where you were.”
A woman stabbed her friend. A bird found an entire nest of insects. A car accident happened when the man, slumped over in the driver seat, veered off into the incoming lane.
He might have been trying to overdo it a little, to make up for his absence. She might have teased him for it at another time, but as Death’s simple presence did it’s work Life could finally think clearly again.
“Where I have been? All over.” His...
April 27, 2019
Something so simple
Teeny tiny toys
On top of the shelf
Yes, I can reach it
Stretching out myself
Terribly desirous, these toys
Offered there to me
Yesterday I was patient
So now I accept my glee
April 26, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt8)
The reason her mind was distracted upon this wasn’t solely because of Forgiveness’ absence. Life was so focused on that, because it was one of the few things she could focus on, as flowers sprang forth and nectar became sweeter and mushrooms sprouted and the branches reached higher…
Death had either been lack in his duties or had found himself busy elsewhere. This city was almost too full of life. Too many things growing, too many lives forming. This should not have been the case. Life should...
April 24, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt7)
At a certain point, there was nothing more to come of standing here.
Life hadn’t been certain that it would work, but had remained nonetheless. The grass overgrew, the buds bloomed almost too quickly, the creatures came forth from their slumber to browse. This was one of the places Forgiveness liked to come. Life hadn’t meant to bring so much here, as she had, but she had thought staying here might mean the return of her angel.
As her angel had not returned, Life should have moved on. However...
April 23, 2019
Champion of the Gods (pt2)
Just in case they needed further proof, she picked up her sword and broke it in half with her own two hands. The sword was nothing special, the most recent in a very long line of tools that she had borne. Shu-fang didn’t need anything special. The symbolism might be enough though. She hoped so. It would make up the fact that gripping the blade as she had cut into her hands, causing her to bleed.
It meant little to her. Her hands would heal. It didn’t matter what happened to her injuries. Here...
April 20, 2019
Best of all Feelings
Simple it was, to hand over the rest
Helpless no longer when given
A problem solved by a gift, yet not by the object
Rescued by feeling, by offered, by thought
Entangled with what we bring each other
April 19, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt6)
When the angel had bundled up once more, the hound continued on the path the angel wished they would take. This went on for hours, perhaps not in a straight line. Then again, the angel was merely guessing where it might be that this phoenix dwelt. Pup knew his master would know, but considering the point of this venture telling Pup’s master seemed besides the point.
There were more creatures like that first one, that did not fear DEATH or things associated to him. Such as his hound, who usual...
April 17, 2019
A Gift for Life and Death (pt5)
The insect crashed against the jungle arbour, causing the thick wood to moan in response.
The angel said something, but now Pup was annoyed. The beast skittered around the tree it had crashed into and darted toward the hound again, as if it could possibly do something to DEATH’S HOUND.
Pup batted it aside again, then promptly took the angel by the fabric at the scruff of their neck and bounded out of there. It was long gone, after a few strides. Pup let Forgiveness go, their hair completely w...
