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Or heritage and ideals, our code and standards – the things we live by and teach our children – are preserved or diminished by how freely we exchange ideas and feelings.

Walt Disney

Microfiction 010

When the wind comes rapping, tap, tap, tap, on the window children run down into the basement to hide from the storm

Coffins in the Water and Conductors in the Sky

I walked onto the center stage, adjusted my bow tie and straightened by coat tails. In my hand I twirled the conductors stick, stirring up the wind as I twirled. I tapped the stick on the stand three times and the a slow rumbling commenced.  My hands moved in fluid motion drawing the winds from one corner to the next at increasing speeds, soon it was howling through the trees. The pace had quickened. Soon the clouds began to gather below me, almost obstructing my view of the palm trees bent in the winds; I pulled them closer and closer together, bunching them together. I traced the vortex that I wanted to draw the clouds into, increasing the volume, crescendo, darkening them up, filling them with the impending forte. Holding the clouds at bay with nothing but a stern look I slowly drew up both hands up, taking a moment to enjoy the serenity of the island. I then threw my hands down with as much energy I could muster and the thunder pealed through the sky, at the same time the lightening illuminated the night’s sky igniting their respective senses.

I watched in glee as the thunder shook the homes and beds, waking the people and the lightening frightened people into thinking that for a split moment that day had broken. I let loose another peal of thunder followed by its customary flash of lightening. I could practically feel the fear of the small children as they fled to their parents and elder siblings rooms; I held my elements at a pause allowing those too prideful to admit that they were afraid to calm down and lose themselves in a false security. Elsewhere, women scurried like mice to their clothes that were left over night on the clothes line to dry so as to protect them from the impending rain. I would hate to disappoint them so i released all four of my elements in a terrible cacophony.

The water rained down hard, saturating the farmer’s ground, flooding homes and ravines. I raised the rivers past their banks, my pace in allegro as I encouraged Mother Nature to cleanse her island and take back her lands. The rain beat against the pavements, dissolving the asphalt, drilling holes into the road. Soon the grounds gave way and slid off the cliff faces. With the resounding thunder, the howling winds, and the rain creating its beats when the crashing rocks joined in my cacophony was complete.

I prepared to retire and allow the elements to tire them out, but the conductor’s stick slipped from my hand. The lightening followed its descent and hit a small building, burning and breaking the lock. The waters of the nearby river, rose to the stick and flooded the banks; it flooded through the open doors. Soon the waters came back out but carrying with it the contents of the building and I watched solemnly as the crude boxes floated away. The empty coffins floated down the river.

Government Orders Midwives to Spy on ‘Racist’ Parents

Government Orders Midwives to Spy on ‘Racist’ Parents.

Don’t often take political stances… On anything especially not on the Internet but this is insane. The supposed intent is good the execution the plan… terrible.