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4-30-19
Endings are endings
final
finite
but only in this world
this realm
there are others we can visit
as we leave this one
of this I am sure
because I believe
in the unbelievable
and cast aside all fear
to pursue
the incomparable
adventure.
© Erik Hansen 2019
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Here’s a teaser from a short story I’m currently working on titled, “Rogue”
“The onshore breeze slipped around the water logged boles and through the exposed roots of the mangroves bringing with it the scents from the mudflats; rotting seaweed, brackish water and dead fish. Sweat caused his shirt to stick to his back just under his shoulder blades as he readjusted his rifle sling and peered into the dark latticework of the jungle ahead.
Somewhere within the primordial depths of these swamps and glades lurked the four hundred pound, silent killer of men that Jonathan had come to track down. He knew the beast would test all of his skills, all of his bushcraft and knowledge of jungle lore besides presenting him with the personal, physical trial these things always distilled down to every time he undertook them. Any mistakes meant death and he counted on his prey being the first to commit one in the days and maybe weeks to follow.
A gang of rhesus macaque hooted and scolded him from the safety of the tree tops, their antics serving to refocus his attention to the present task at hand.
He noted the direction in which the pug marks lead and, moving off to the side a few yards so as not to spoil the tracks, Jonathan slipped into the jungle after them.”
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Here is the second tentative cover. I am leaning towards this one as it is a cleaner, more simplistic look.
Thoughts?
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Hey all! It’s been a while I know; I’ve been super busy getting Cicadas ready and writing several short stories at the same time.
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With a loud snap, Jack stepped squarely on a dead branch just beneath the leaf litter.Tolan turned and spoke softly,
“Even the forest bison are quieter than you.”
Jack shrugged and waved a hand at an insect.
Tolan went on,
“If you wish to die today then continue without looking for where to put your feet first.”
Tolan waggled a long finger for emphasis,
“Walk as I do. Stop when I signal you to stop and move when I signal you to move.”
Jack nodded and leaned against a large red oak.
Tolan frowned.
“Did I say to lean against that tree?”
“No.”
Tolan sighed.
“Surely the gods sent you as a test.”
© Erik Hansen 2017
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A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,
Y cladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,
Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,
The cruell markes of many a bloudy fielde;
Yet armes till that time did he never wield:
His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,
As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:
Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,
As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
Edmund Spenser
Book 1 Canto 1
The Faerie Queene
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