C.G.Ayling

Category: Random Musings

Random thoughts, from a random mind – mine. I’m fairly confident my viewpoint differs from that of the majority.

  • Tweets for Posterity 103.

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    As a ripple through the sea, my editing pen changes everything, yet when the wave passes, the ocean still remains, the same. #thought

    Memories, the paths that lead us back to what was, and away, to what might have been. #thought

    Lavish praise, far easier to heap upon another, than to bear. #thought

    Dissent, the dark fabric that binds our universe, while holding us separate. #thought

    Though Daniskira knew her twin lacked coin, she could not decry decorum.

    Pity finally softened Faroene’s voice, “There is always hope, Tian. Though it seems futile, we cling to it.”

    But to succumb beneath despair’s burden… at mere anticipation of death? Where is the purpose in that?

    With that, she broke into a trot, quickly moving ahead, leaving the warrior with her strange dignity, and her distress, intact.

    I am a fake! I never saw my ancestors, and they never showed me my symbol.

    40 pages left, and my editing is done. Perhaps tomorrow night, perhaps. #goodnight

  • Tweets for Posterity 102.

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    To every action, there is an inappropriate reaction. #thought

    Both seemed strangely subdued and continued to hold hands, apparently drawing strength through their touch.

    Grief was a complex emotion, best addressed with calm, and an approachable ear.

    Danger is not your domain, as tending the injured is not ours.

    it seemed warriors held tender emotions in low esteem.

    Strong emotions, tender or not, should be allowed to surface, and escape.

    If they were worthy they could be easily recaptured, if not… well, then there was no loss with their release.

    Would you rather awaken, wide-eyed and fearful, or slack jawed, and drooling?

    Kulienne’s parents, paying more heed to their daughter than Daniskira’s words, and evidently expecting such shameful behavior, caught her.

    Listen to your heart, but don’t let it drown your mind.

  • Tweets for Posterity 101.

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    I do what must be done, to undo what should not be.

    In your eyes, I see the lie within your words.

    How does deliberately hiding the truth differ from a lie?

    Throwing up your hands, and walking away, is not always the best way. #thought

    Wisdom is seldom as simple as it first appears. #thought

    I hope to see five surly men, soon. Yet I fear we will not.

    There might be more to that little man than his stature revealed.

    Setting great store in decorum’s trivialities, the womenfolk shared a brief smile of approval.

    Temper tantrums, and hissy-fits, a great way to not get your way.

    Either join us, and be civil – or remain surly, and go back to bed, where you shall stay till noon!

  • Tweets for Posterity 100.

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    Forgive me for not really being here, pressure builds, as time dwindles.

    His voice’s volume lent him authority.

    They appeared eager to hear how she might refute this assertion of undeniable truth.

    Though Liaju struggled to remain within the dream, it was too late – she had already escaped slumber’s domain.

    The foreign thought, ‘I… am Dragon. You… are prey.’

    Gazing into the Dragon’s eye, Selene spoke her name again, “Thirihshhastra.” The joy within its sound brought back her smile.

    Physical touch, prohibited, yet to be touched with words, we treasure. #thought

    Daniskira? A beautiful name, worthy of Dragon. It rolls… like thunder in a distant storm.

    Selene, I would linger with you here. We could watch the river’s flow and perceive the changes in its depth, together.

    This would be an eternity of joy fulfilled, for your every thought brings me delight.

  • Tweets for Posterity 99.

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    music, wrings the heart.

    Reclarient: a word from my youth, now seemingly lost. To give the claimer of a truth pause, as they find doubt in their own words.

    It was Eden’s turn for disbelief now, and she looked at Selene in wide-eyed astonishment.

    Though she hated the timorous tone of her voice, it was too late – she had already exposed herself to her cousin’s ridicule.

    Releasing her held breath, she reasserted her authority by creasing her brow, as if weighing the merit of Selene’s offer.

    Eden gingerly picked out the other blossom, confused that Doubt’s strident warnings might be nothing, save echoes of Shame’s goading.

    Sudden, certain knowledge they were in grave danger filled her.

    A scream of abject terror choked out, barely audible, little more than a hoarse gasp.

    #goodnight Failed to meet my editing goal for the day, by 5 miserable pages, hoped you’ve enjoyed the hints of anguish unleashed. #tomorrow

    Though it is the thought that counts, it’s the expression of it that has real value. #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 98.

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    Twitter weather forecast: A cool, thoughtful breeze, gusting to laughter, with chance of chill shivers. Chance of tears, 30%.

    Bid farewell to our youngest girl, for when next we speak with Liaju… she will be a child no more.

    Looking down at the sleeping Liaju, Jalgar murmured, “I can, when it is needful. Let me play with my child, one last time.”

    Her large eyes, dusty green and wonderfully expressive, were filled with the authority that only comes from long experience.

    Her full lips curved in a barely noticeable smile, meant only for him.

    Mithial’s heart clenched at the fullness of the image. Even knowing mahahsee granted him this vision, he felt content.

    He chased in close pursuit, certain to catch her – and soon.

    Devastated, by desire.

    It couldn’t just be an accident, don’t you think?

    In every night, there are dreams.

  • Tweets for Posterity 97.

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    War’s place is in the righting of terrible wrongs, not the expansion of empire. #thought

    Inspiration is underrated, without it there is no incentive to strive for change. #thought

    Deeply held beliefs maintain the status quo, they do not incite improvement, they suppress dissent. #thought

    A warm heart, can cut the chill from a cold soul. #thought

    {JuliaGem} Julia, “Did you write Mortality’s short, sweet kiss?” Me, “Yes, why?” Julia, “It’s deep, and you’re as shallow as a kitty pool.”

    Our secret loves don’t change us, though they might well define us. #thought

    Eden’s inner demons cackled in a chorus of wicked glee.

    Discarded shame let him moan with each jarring impact of his bare knees.

    Reading, between the lies…

    In our turn a blind eye, close a deaf ear world, injustice abounds. #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 96.

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    Does the holder of a dreamer’s true heart, even know the dreamer’s name? #thought

    My time, to step from time, finally draws near.

    That purring sound, and the look in his ancient eyes…

    All that it takes, for government to prevail, is for citizens to blithely echo the words “for the country”.

    Sleep: a fascinating, inexplicable, inescapable waste of time.

    Time: something whose passage the young dread, and the old regret.

    Firm set, on the decoy’s trail, southward.

    Their proximity let Mithial hear the sound of their clawed feet upon the earth, like droplets of heavy rain striking parched ground.

    Never again, would he relish that sound.

    Blood pumped from each, in unison with his thudding heart.

  • Tweets for Posterity 95.

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    We are as old as the dreams we dream. #thought

    Those are not hollow words, casually spoken, and offering shallow comfort.

    What measure, of success… by wealth, I find I’ve failed ~ by love, I’ve lived ~ by thought, aspired to much, and accomplished, naught.

    {JuliaGem} Julia, admonishing me for hurrying her, “You can’t rush perfection… that’s why I can rush you all I like.”

    Before him, the very air rippled as a wrinkled, colorless apparition appeared at the bank’s base

    Dislodged from Terror’s grasp, his eye found a symbol.

    Where all the others had been ageless, Jhan was ancient, trapped forever inside time’s flow.

    I have waited… waited too long, for this day.

    His ancient eyes held sadness, and the loneliness of the lost.

    How is it that, like with love, we can read a wretched sentence, and instantly be bound… So am I, to you, and wish so to forever remain.

  • Tweets for Posterity 93.

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    Nothing more than fodder, to feed war’s voracious hunger. #malmaxa

    If a picture is worth a thousand words, what is the price of a scent, or a sound? #thought

    Till, later, perhaps, my weekend will be full with editing… I might throw the scraps / gems twitter’s way. {you be the judge}

    A statue balanced on a boulder, frozen by sorrow’s chill breath.

    Is Malmaxa heavy, is lead light, do feathers fly? Are each of the above true? Wait another few days, and I’ll tell.

    While these tweets indicate I’m here, I’m more absent than present.

    Watching, more than participating. #thought

    Malevolent presence perceived, he spun toward it…

    Hunter gatherers are we, our eyes ever drawn to movement, and the danger it conceals. {going to have to mimimize Twitter, before I kill it!}

    …rudely wrenched from his flesh, leaving his wrist unadorned, and his soul more naked than clothing’s lack could ever make him.