Published in Swept away
Published in Swept away
Published in Swept away
Image credit by J-Photos
Image credit by J-Photos
Image credit by J-Photos
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth is a fiction writer. Thougt of the day? Nietzche once said: "The world can be divived into two types of people: those who follow their own desires and those who follow the desires of others." (Thank you Nino, my well read friend 👍🏻) Got me wondering, am I strong enough to make a change, no matter how small? If making any type of change is small. No, we start small and grow. Or we risk getting swept up by the tides.🧜🏻♀️
Resigner Luth is a fiction writer. Thougt of the day? Nietzche once said: "The world can be divived into two types of people: those who follow their own desires and those who follow the desires of others." (Thank you Nino, my well read friend 👍🏻) Got me wondering, am I strong enough to make a change, no matter how small? If making any type of change is small. No, we start small and grow. Or we risk getting swept up by the tides.🧜🏻♀️
Resigner Luth is a fiction writer. Thougt of the day? Nietzche once said: "The world can be divived into two types of people: those who follow their own desires and those who follow the desires of others." (Thank you Nino, my well read friend 👍🏻) Got me wondering, am I strong enough to make a change, no matter how small? If making any type of change is small. No, we start small and grow. Or we risk getting swept up by the tides.🧜🏻♀️
February 25, 2024
February 25, 2024
February 25, 2024
The whisper of water
The whisper of water
The whisper of water
All shades of blue
All shades of blue
All shades of blue
The whisper of water.
~ On Friday I was swept away. Where I drowned in eyes as clear as the sky.
Those are take me to bed eyes. Unfortunately, in my case it was a "Why did you wake me eyes?"⏰
Me and time zones are not friends. Or perhaps my friends should wake up earlier and not stay up as if they are vampires. Across the board, my blue eyed friends all tend to stay awake all night and sleep to noon?
Not a vampire? I need to check with your dentists. Then again, I doubt vampires need a Kung Fu Panda as their main squeeze.
¯\(°_o)/¯
All shades of blue.
~ A short fantasy. Part II of Code blue
I had a dream, I was wondering through the wreckage of my life. I saw my portraits burn, and discovered my collection of aquamarine pebbles lying buried in a gully. Covered in snow. The shards of my hand painted glass chessboard floated past my head.
Then, from a distance, I spied myself fast asleep. Floating peacefully (if somewhat underdressed in teal) on a … you guessed it, a cyan blue ocean dinghy.
The voice in my head shouting at me "Wake up!"
Then hands on my body, shaking me awake.
When I finally coughed up the liquid that had filled my lungs, it was red. I had been drowning in my own blood. My veins collapsed, leaving me without color of any kind.
Swept away.
I.
There once was a man, kind but bruised who grew up in a city constantly covered in snow. A young soul who had survived the worst.
Without realizing, he had become a warrior. Three decades later, he found himself drawn to the coldest streams, he would spend his nights staring at the frozen lakes that surrounded him. Wishing he had learnt how to swim.
At the same time, there lived a girl who loved water so much, that once a bold stranger on the beach approached her with a question. "What kind of mermaid are you, little girl?" The little girl did not understand the laughter of the adults who were watching over her. Instead she ran into the warm waters of the Indian ocean. The water sliding of her, as she WAS indeed one of its creatures.
Upon returning home, her father would be forced to construct a swimming pool. This is where she would spend her days, clutched by strong hands. Here, in the water, the best memories of her young life were made.
She clearly remembered her older brother, kindly teasing her skill. Before abruptly pushing her into the deep end and commanding her to swim. Which she did.
☝🏻 Something like that.
II.
The story continues in a paranormal way. Suddenly, her new nickname "Penguin" stuck. Despite the fact that her pale white skin had taken on the bronze glow of the sun, her hair stayed black.
There were so many days, spent underneath the water. She would surface only when she saw a butterfly/ wasp or spider trapped on the surface. She spent hours, to the entertainment of others, fishing out these mostly winged creatures, gently blowing on their wings. "Penguin! That is NOT how CPR works!" her mother admonished her. She would carry on, then triumphantly smile back, as these creatures started to stir.
"I know, mom. I was just drying their wings," before slipping back into the depths.
III.
Nearly a decade had passed, before she saw the ocean again. She was now an adolescent with all the doubts of that age. Instead of swimming she would take walks on the pier leading into the ocean. Where she would try to drown out the questions of "who am I…what am I meant to do?"
One night, on a peculiar high tide she got the most fearsome fright of her life. She could hear the sea, whispering voices telling her to dive. "Come, sister! You have proven yourself worthy!" She stood there frozen. Thinking to herself, this would be one way to see the world. Then laughing at her own stupidity. What life would I live, dead to the world?
III.
Finally, after decades had past she discovered another ocean. One far more dangerous and filled with human sharks. That's right, I'm talking about the muddied waters, the cesspit (at times) that we call "modern technology". Not that modern, as I recently discovered. I mean how in the world do people share memories nearly as old as I am?
IV.
Finding my warrior.
"You who could never swim.
You with the eyes so cold,
and a heart to match.
You, who drowned in my sea-green eyes
or so the story was told…
you who thought I'd be so easy to catch?
When I'm the magic on your shelf,
the mermaid. Turned into an elf.
- Swept away © as written by Resigner Luth on 25 January 2024.
Resigner 💜
We are all creatures of salt water, bound with a tiny speck of dirt. Still, we flow like water, as we move forward through this planet, just a bigger speck of dirt.
♪♪♪
#justmoveforward
🪝Enough with unholy confessions. Back soon Cinders and Red. Please keep on reading https://resignerluth.space
The whisper of water.
~ On Friday I was swept away. Where I drowned in eyes as clear as the sky.
Those are take me to bed eyes. Unfortunately, in my case it was a "Why did you wake me eyes?"⏰
Me and time zones are not friends. Or perhaps my friends should wake up earlier and not stay up as if they are vampires. Across the board, my blue eyed friends all tend to stay awake all night and sleep to noon?
Not a vampire? I need to check with your dentists. Then again, I doubt vampires need a Kung Fu Panda as their main squeeze.
¯\(°_o)/¯
All shades of blue.
~ A short fantasy. Part II of Code blue
I had a dream, I was wondering through the wreckage of my life. I saw my portraits burn, and discovered my collection of aquamarine pebbles lying buried in a gully. Covered in snow. The shards of my hand painted glass chessboard floated past my head.
Then, from a distance, I spied myself fast asleep. Floating peacefully (if somewhat underdressed in teal) on a … you guessed it, a cyan blue ocean dinghy.
The voice in my head shouting at me "Wake up!"
Then hands on my body, shaking me awake.
When I finally coughed up the liquid that had filled my lungs, it was red. I had been drowning in my own blood. My veins collapsed, leaving me without color of any kind.
Swept away.
I.
There once was a man, kind but bruised who grew up in a city constantly covered in snow. A young soul who had survived the worst.
Without realizing, he had become a warrior. Three decades later, he found himself drawn to the coldest streams, he would spend his nights staring at the frozen lakes that surrounded him. Wishing he had learnt how to swim.
At the same time, there lived a girl who loved water so much, that once a bold stranger on the beach approached her with a question. "What kind of mermaid are you, little girl?" The little girl did not understand the laughter of the adults who were watching over her. Instead she ran into the warm waters of the Indian ocean. The water sliding of her, as she WAS indeed one of its creatures.
Upon returning home, her father would be forced to construct a swimming pool. This is where she would spend her days, clutched by strong hands. Here, in the water, the best memories of her young life were made.
She clearly remembered her older brother, kindly teasing her skill. Before abruptly pushing her into the deep end and commanding her to swim. Which she did.
☝🏻 Something like that.
II.
The story continues in a paranormal way. Suddenly, her new nickname "Penguin" stuck. Despite the fact that her pale white skin had taken on the bronze glow of the sun, her hair stayed black.
There were so many days, spent underneath the water. She would surface only when she saw a butterfly/ wasp or spider trapped on the surface. She spent hours, to the entertainment of others, fishing out these mostly winged creatures, gently blowing on their wings. "Penguin! That is NOT how CPR works!" her mother admonished her. She would carry on, then triumphantly smile back, as these creatures started to stir.
"I know, mom. I was just drying their wings," before slipping back into the depths.
III.
Nearly a decade had passed, before she saw the ocean again. She was now an adolescent with all the doubts of that age. Instead of swimming she would take walks on the pier leading into the ocean. Where she would try to drown out the questions of "who am I…what am I meant to do?"
One night, on a peculiar high tide she got the most fearsome fright of her life. She could hear the sea, whispering voices telling her to dive. "Come, sister! You have proven yourself worthy!" She stood there frozen. Thinking to herself, this would be one way to see the world. Then laughing at her own stupidity. What life would I live, dead to the world?
III.
Finally, after decades had past she discovered another ocean. One far more dangerous and filled with human sharks. That's right, I'm talking about the muddied waters, the cesspit (at times) that we call "modern technology". Not that modern, as I recently discovered. I mean how in the world do people share memories nearly as old as I am?
IV.
Finding my warrior.
"You who could never swim.
You with the eyes so cold,
and a heart to match.
You, who drowned in my sea-green eyes
or so the story was told…
you who thought I'd be so easy to catch?
When I'm the magic on your shelf,
the mermaid. Turned into an elf.
- Swept away © as written by Resigner Luth on 25 January 2024.
Resigner 💜
We are all creatures of salt water, bound with a tiny speck of dirt. Still, we flow like water, as we move forward through this planet, just a bigger speck of dirt.
♪♪♪
#justmoveforward
🪝Enough with unholy confessions. Back soon Cinders and Red. Please keep on reading https://resignerluth.space
The whisper of water.
~ On Friday I was swept away. Where I drowned in eyes as clear as the sky.
Those are take me to bed eyes. Unfortunately, in my case it was a "Why did you wake me eyes?"⏰
Me and time zones are not friends. Or perhaps my friends should wake up earlier and not stay up as if they are vampires. Across the board, my blue eyed friends all tend to stay awake all night and sleep to noon?
Not a vampire? I need to check with your dentists. Then again, I doubt vampires need a Kung Fu Panda as their main squeeze.
¯\(°_o)/¯
All shades of blue.
~ A short fantasy. Part II of Code blue
I had a dream, I was wondering through the wreckage of my life. I saw my portraits burn, and discovered my collection of aquamarine pebbles lying buried in a gully. Covered in snow. The shards of my hand painted glass chessboard floated past my head.
Then, from a distance, I spied myself fast asleep. Floating peacefully (if somewhat underdressed in teal) on a … you guessed it, a cyan blue ocean dinghy.
The voice in my head shouting at me "Wake up!"
Then hands on my body, shaking me awake.
When I finally coughed up the liquid that had filled my lungs, it was red. I had been drowning in my own blood. My veins collapsed, leaving me without color of any kind.
Swept away.
I.
There once was a man, kind but bruised who grew up in a city constantly covered in snow. A young soul who had survived the worst.
Without realizing, he had become a warrior. Three decades later, he found himself drawn to the coldest streams, he would spend his nights staring at the frozen lakes that surrounded him. Wishing he had learnt how to swim.
At the same time, there lived a girl who loved water so much, that once a bold stranger on the beach approached her with a question. "What kind of mermaid are you, little girl?" The little girl did not understand the laughter of the adults who were watching over her. Instead she ran into the warm waters of the Indian ocean. The water sliding of her, as she WAS indeed one of its creatures.
Upon returning home, her father would be forced to construct a swimming pool. This is where she would spend her days, clutched by strong hands. Here, in the water, the best memories of her young life were made.
She clearly remembered her older brother, kindly teasing her skill. Before abruptly pushing her into the deep end and commanding her to swim. Which she did.
☝🏻 Something like that.
II.
The story continues in a paranormal way. Suddenly, her new nickname "Penguin" stuck. Despite the fact that her pale white skin had taken on the bronze glow of the sun, her hair stayed black.
There were so many days, spent underneath the water. She would surface only when she saw a butterfly/ wasp or spider trapped on the surface. She spent hours, to the entertainment of others, fishing out these mostly winged creatures, gently blowing on their wings. "Penguin! That is NOT how CPR works!" her mother admonished her. She would carry on, then triumphantly smile back, as these creatures started to stir.
"I know, mom. I was just drying their wings," before slipping back into the depths.
III.
Nearly a decade had passed, before she saw the ocean again. She was now an adolescent with all the doubts of that age. Instead of swimming she would take walks on the pier leading into the ocean. Where she would try to drown out the questions of "who am I…what am I meant to do?"
One night, on a peculiar high tide she got the most fearsome fright of her life. She could hear the sea, whispering voices telling her to dive. "Come, sister! You have proven yourself worthy!" She stood there frozen. Thinking to herself, this would be one way to see the world. Then laughing at her own stupidity. What life would I live, dead to the world?
III.
Finally, after decades had past she discovered another ocean. One far more dangerous and filled with human sharks. That's right, I'm talking about the muddied waters, the cesspit (at times) that we call "modern technology". Not that modern, as I recently discovered. I mean how in the world do people share memories nearly as old as I am?
IV.
Finding my warrior.
"You who could never swim.
You with the eyes so cold,
and a heart to match.
You, who drowned in my sea-green eyes
or so the story was told…
you who thought I'd be so easy to catch?
When I'm the magic on your shelf,
the mermaid. Turned into an elf.
- Swept away © as written by Resigner Luth on 25 January 2024.
Resigner 💜
We are all creatures of salt water, bound with a tiny speck of dirt. Still, we flow like water, as we move forward through this planet, just a bigger speck of dirt.
♪♪♪
#justmoveforward
🪝Enough with unholy confessions. Back soon Cinders and Red. Please keep on reading https://resignerluth.space