Creative Writing - Treacherous Woman

Treacherous Woman

I knew she’d come back. Somehow our hearts were entwined intrinsically that fate would have us bound to each other. Oh and how she loved me! That last encounter, just a day gone by, mercilessly involved most unpleasant interactions with her open palmed hand and my face. As delicate as her hands were, the rose had its thorns. But now, she’s back, walking towards me notably ignoring me watching her as she passes by. That man clinging to her arm is to her nothing more than the jewellery she covers herself in each morning. Spending hours in front of that mirror elegantly dressing up for the day. The days were always beautiful with her in them. Like he could ever show her affection like I. I loved her! But she loved me, which was why; it was why I saw her just now. All for me to see her pretty little face and want her back. Beg her back. But I wouldn’t! Even as I desired it so. This game was in my control and I would let her suffer in her misery for a time. Let that man dribble all over her until she feels dead inside.

How she left me was terribly horrid. Never could I let her just strut back into my life without a price to pay. I never did such a wrong to fairly balance the judgement scales now weighing so heavily upon my back. That was why I couldn’t yet take her back. Not until she learned. She had to know that I was in control. A rebalance of the omnipotent scales. I could never take her back until she learned, that was my unchanging decree. Not even I could change that.

I remember so well the day it first began. The plummet of our relationship I mean. Everything had been so spectacular that day, the sun had risen in the morning, the flowers had opened wide their fresh summer blossoms, and the soft singing of cheerful birds filled the fragranced warm morning air. My dreams had been sound and the tender touch of my pillow kept my loving heart in a state of comfortable delirium. Suddenly, and almost so frightfully it foreshadowed the day’s demise, the phone rang and a gloomy cloud perhaps treaded on the trail of the sun’s valiant rays and distorted the beacon of all things good from ever touching my humbled window’s interior. It was, as I recall, that very moment I answered the phone and my life shattered before my very ears. And I was powerless to the obscurities that now enveloped my poor, desolate life. As the phone fell from my hand, the eons, though in time only ephemeral, trickled slowly onward as it prepared its landing for the destination below. “THUMP!” I heard the noise oh too well again in my recall, for it was the very same as the beating of my broken heart. That was when the rain began to fall outside. The birds ceased their singing and found refuge in the shelter of thick trees. And how I envied them there. The flowers, covered by the scent of dreary drizzle lost their delighting odours, and I, yes I, lost my sense of hope and state of euphoria.

Those dreaded words she plagued on my life, that hideous, deathly poetry she spoke to burn my very ears. Oh how I scorned her! And how she loved me! For that was why she walked passed, with that wretched man’s shoulder resting her beautiful, sweet head. Just to show me that she could love, how she wanted me to desire for her. Oh how wrong she thought! Why should I care about her? What positive influence did she ever radiate upon my life? She only ever caused me the loss of my liberation. I was set upon the mountain top to be pushed to the valley below. And what a fall it was, though I dare say it was a fall, for it was all but accidental. That treacherous woman! How I scorned her. I was left as a carcass in my belittled valley. Ravens chortled as if entertained by jesters. I didn’t want her back, I would make her beg and beg and never let her feel the warmth of my clinch again. Yes! For surely it was by this means for her to pay the fated ransom. I would, dare I say, neglect her, reject her, and even loathe her.

She stopped! That villain! At the end of the street, and turned to face me. I perceived a tear in her eye. That tear, such enmity I felt for that tear. Did she intend me to pity her? I was in control of this game and she would never have me back. For that was my decree and not even I could change that. But her lips shivered before me, not more than the length of the street, the corner, a good 20 metres distance. But I saw her lips, those lustful lips and I hated her. They opened softly and whispered those life changing words, those hideous, revolting, dreadful, repulsive words. Those words that strangled my flesh and devoured gluttonously the very pounding of my heart. “I’m Sorry”

Rayd

Busy Weekend

I haven't posted for a while because the internet connection in my house went down this week. It's back up again now, fortunetly. Sorry to people who sent me emails and didn't get replies. This week has been harder than the 40hour famine was regarding no electronics.

I've posted the devotionals for the days I actually did during my non-electronic week.

This weekend has been exteremly busy for me. Friday night I went to the family movie night, then headed to Stephen Jaegar's party for the night. Saturday morning, after a very limited sleep, I got up and went to the airport to see Mark off to Japan, then back to Steve's to have breakfast. After breakfast Steve and I went to Youthtrain to present our speeches/sermons. Then I headed to Inspire conference with Jessica Moore and Aliesha at Hornby Pressy. After doing the workshops I headed home and had a shower (for about 3/4 hour) and then drove back out to Hornby for the concert. I then headed home and slept a well overdue sleep, until Sunday morning where I got up for church (I admit I was a little late, but arrived in time for the sermon). Then the family went to Tuskers to celebrate Rach's birthday. After lunch, I went home to write something for the intellectual pathway for the youth service, and quickly finished that just before I left to got to work. Upon finishing work at 6:30 I headed straight to church and set up for the youthservice. After the youth service, half of us went to BK and the other half to Jason's new flat. Those of us at Jason's watched the top 40 One Hit Wonders whilst discoursing. It was quite interesting guessing which songs would appear in the list. I'm surprised to say that neither MC Hammer's Can't Touch This, or Fat Boy Slim's Kung Foo Fighter songs ever came up. Hmm actually, Kung Foo Fighter may have, I don't remember now.

On Monday I slept in and then set about washing my car (though the hose end for car washing was broken so I got as much water and soap on me as I did the car, and then vaccumming the inside of it and throwing away the big bits of rubbish (though one bit was a bit big and I vaccummed it, I didn't get much suction after that.) Then I raced off to AA (via a quick detour of driving practice, and warming up the car) to sit my driver's test. I arrived at about 10 minutes before the test. (Just in time, phew). Then on begining my test I failed to read the "pull" sign on the door of the AA building, lucky the instructor mentioned that wasn't part of the test. Then crossing the road, the instrucotr and I almost got run over by a car that shot around the corner without slowing down. Again, lucky crossing the road and checking both ways wasn't part of the test. But the test went really well and the instructor unleashed me onto the roads of christchurch.

So I spent the evening driving around town, and the port hills with Anna and Sasha. From Linwood to town, to Bishopdale (taking the side roads), to the airport, to town, to hoyts, to cashmere, into the hills, to sumner, to linwood. I dropped them back home just after 12, just because I could stay up without curfue. It was a fun night.


So that's my busy weekend. But I like having lots to do every now and again, it means you don't have time to be bored!

My Sick Day

I only went to school for one period today as I've acquired a cold. (I went to English because I needed to work on my creative writing, plus I found half the class was missing anyway because it was my English teacher that gave everyone the cold)

So I had a big lunch, mince, pasta sauce, pasta. I enjoyed it anyway. Then I got to straightening my hair, I wondered what I would look like with straightened hair as people are always asking me if they can straighten it. A curiousity now brought to reality because I'm going to show everyone my "Straight hair" look!

But before I do, I'll tell you all about my laptop update. I'm picking it up in about an hour as the place I bought it from was loading it up for me. Basically, they are going to text my mobile when they've finished the setting up. Enough talk.. are you ready for my Straight Look?




Brace yourselves.... here I am

A Year Ago Today Yesterday

Today I bought a laptop. Those of the more observant who read my blog may have noticed the link now on my sidebar that leads to the "Devotions of Radiance" which is my lectionary devotionals.
The wireless network is now set in my house (or so I'm told) and so the devotionals should begin the day after tomorrow (Wednesday). This is because I purchased the laptop today but pick it up tomorrow so that they can load it up properly.

This "In His Radiance" blog has now been running for a year and a day. The first post was the 17th of Spetember 2005. That's a year of committed readers reading 120posts and leaving 457 comments! So thank you for you all who have an interest in my life!

YouthGroup - Worship Pathways

Youthgroup on Wednesday night (last night) was based on Worship pathways. Last Sunday's church service talked about the different pathways in which people connect with God and some people got up the front and shared how a pathway that they connected to God by actually connected them. And how they lived life according to that pathway. Hmm.. that probably wasn't a very good way of explaining that, If anyone can explain that better then you're welcome to comment.

Back to the point though; Wednesday night was more about just being put into an experience of finding God through each of the eight pathways. What I mean by that is that there was no explaining, like on Sunday, about how it worked for the person up the front but rather we were exposed to different situations and then decided for ourselves which, if any, made us feel closer to God. So for instance the Serving Pathway was the youthgroup cleaning the windows, vaccumming, etc because it would save someone else having to do it (Dave Smith. Also Dave I'm sorry but the vaccum cleaner strap broke while someone was using it, it's fixable but I couldn't seem to get it back on as I didn't have a plier or anything) Another Pathways was Contemplative where we heard a verse and music played softly while we thought about what it meant to us in the silence; And as we did, we could light a candle and float it on water as a prayer for someone.

Anyway, then after we finished (excuse my wording Jas), some guy got blindfolded and faithwalked by two lovely ladies all around and throughout the church grounds and then into a room full of the rest of us who surprised him with a Birthday tea-Party. That's right, a tea party. There was cups of tea as well as party food and hats and the whole birthday shabang. I'll tell ya what, it was the best tea party I've ever been to so I really want to congratulate and thank the people involved in setting it up. I'm sure the blindfolded guy really enjoyed it. Pity you didn't really have a camera with you though! Hehe.

So that was youthgroup yesterday night.

Dream or Voices?

I've been having this dream lately. I don't know if it means anything but the dream goes somewhat like this.

I'm just dreaming as normal, or however one would normally dream, how I normally dream anyway. Suddenly my 'light' (as oppose to deep) dreaming is interrupted. The interruption is a familiar voice. A friend. And I recognise the voice, it says, "Andrew!" I forget my old 'normal' dream and focus on the voice. "Andrew!" I hear it again. The familiar voice wants my attention, but I'm giving it, what do they want? "Andrew!" It's not frustrationg but in a way it is. And then another familiar voice calls out imperatively over the first, "Andrew!" And several more familiar voices join in. Soon all I hear are these voices yelling for my attention over each other. I'm not asleep, I'm awake but half dreaming and these voices are yelling in my head. I want to know what they want me to look at, look for, what their purpose is but I can't just find out from listening.

Sometimes my sleep is disrupted by just one voice. One familiar voice calling out my name, "Andrew!" My brother, or a friend, someone I know enough to listen to, someone I know wants to give me advice. And yet I fail to see what they want to show me. Do they want to show me anything or am I delusional? Are the voices in my head making me crazy? Am I already crazy?

I wonder if anyone knows if this means anything (other than my need to be sent to a psychiatric ward) I don't dream about it in the day, only during the night, usually when I'm just about to fall asleep.

September 06

The month of September. There is a lot happening this month. For a start Monday is the beginnning of the mock exams for me. 2 exams on Monday, 2 on Tuesday and one on Thursday. I'm going to be writing a lot of essays in the next few days and I really hope my hand heals (injured yesterday at Koru) so I can get through all the writing. Fortunetly it's only mock exams and so it only counts if, at the end of the year I'm either sick or dead.

There is a camp the following week for YouthAlpha which is going to be really fun. I think it's called something like "The Holy Spirit Weekend" Sounds awesome anyway. YouthTrain finished today so now it's just homework to do and the speech/sermon to perform in three weeks time. Originally it was to be next Saturday but because of exams and various other people not being able to do it, the date has been postponed to the 23rd. My sister's birthday is on the 24th and Father's day is tomorrow (I think). There are more camps coming up in October but I'm probably going to talk more about them nearer the time.

I'm filling in my school Record of Achievement (ROA) at the moment. It's kind of annoying though because I'm only allowed to write things that I've done through the school and that disadvantages me heaps. eg, many of my friends did first aid with the school but I did my first aid course through work and so my friends can write that in but I can't (even though the course I did gave me NCEA credits) It's quite interesting trying to remember everything I've achieved whilst attending Cashmere High School over the last 5 years. It's a pity I can't seem to think about a lot of what I've done. I kinda wish I filed away all my certificates and things so I could write them down because I remember faintly that I have got awards and things but I just can't remember what they were or waht they were for, and if I did it wouldn't matter anyway because we need to show proof which I obviously don't have. I know I got some Australian Mathematics awards back in my earlier days. Oh well.

The rugby is on tonight and I'll be going with OBY. Some of my friends from school will be there too so I might have to go say hi to them for a while. One of them wants to flat with me when I go down to Otago next year, but I think I would prefer to board for the first year atleast (just to get solidly grounded in a church environment. But in saying that, I'm not replacing Opawa, it's irreplacable!)

I've not really got a lot more to say, not that I can think of anyway. Other than just a really warm thanks to particular people that have given time to listen. Thank you.