Shortsketch #1 - untitled

Introduction

I gazed into the sky above, cloudless and filled with stars innumerable. Why did things turn out this way? And why am I okay with it? My thoughts should be in turmoil, but yet all I could do was smile and accept it despite myself. I suppose that was the biggest piece of evidence that it was truly time to move on. Such a shame. He had liked it here, with it's rural surroundings and simple, kind folk. Not like the people where he had been before. He said he thought that's where he would head again, back to the city, back to the underworld, so teeming with life and yet so dead. He had only been in that small town for a few weeks, and yet already it seemed like he had spent a lifetime there. I closed my eyes, and tried to think back to the beginning..

"Mom! Mom! Come quick! There's a man out here and I think he's bleeding!" Kayl shouted. The small child of roughly eight years was staring in shock, his bright blue eyes wide with amazement and fright. His mother, a young-looking woman of roughly twenty-six years, came running out at a prodigious speed - her son was not known for making up stories, so she tended to take him seriously when he said something with as much import as he just had.

And he had not been speaking falsely - there was a man out in the field, lying on his chest, half-curled and with a trickle of blood starting to pool under him. Kayl's mother gasped.

"Kayl! Quickly, Go fetch Doctor Lien, right now!" she shouted. Kayl took off like an arrow, jumping fences and taking shortcuts until he came to the faded door labeled with the local doctor's name. And that's how I came in to the whole thing.

You see, Doctor Lien is a good friend of mine, and I was in town visiting him. We had gone to medical school together, but while he had come out here to treat people who were far from help in ordinary circumstances, I had gone to a large city - the largest one I could find, actually. I was a trauma surgeon, having paid my way through medical school working as an emergency responder I found that I still preferred being a part of the immediate response, even if the hours were terrible and the things we saw.. well, they weren't fit for a decent person to have to see. So, of course I volunteered to go with the good doctor and take a look, and help as much as I could.

Poemsketch #2 - Ambiguously Blue

The color of sky,
The color of tears,
The color of hope,
The color of fears.

Reflecting emotion as a perfect mirror,
Reading your thoughts like a book,
Gaze into the blue and what do you see here?
Only what you think as you look.

Glance just once at our world,
In all it's manifold hues,
All over as life unfolds,
It's dominated by the color blue.

The color of peace,
The color of power,
The color of weeks,
The color of hours.

Shading all times,
Both happy and sad,
Coloring our lives,
Through the good and the bad.

And so today,
Blue as any other,
All I really have to say,
Is I am still the same color.

Scenesketch #1 - The Valley

Before you there lays an open field, full of green and yellow grasses, splashed with colors of various vibrant hues - bright violet, deep indigo, fiery red, and honeyed yellow, to name but a very few. This field lays within a valley, surrounded on three sides by titanic, majestic mountains, standing tall and mighty as if protecting the fragile beauty of the valley itself from the trepidations of the world outside. The mountains themselves are deeply forested and seem quite peaceful, a cool refuge from the heat of a midsummer sun, but the valley with it's colors attracts your eye and your fancy. As a refreshing breeze flows in from the far side of the valley, away from the mountains, it seems as though the very grasses and flowers themselves rise up in a joyful dance, swirling and swaying and rising up into the air. As you move further in to the field, you see that the far side is ended abruptly by a cliff. The cliff overlooks a vast ocean, shimmering blue and white with foam where it meets the base of the cliff. The breeze is coming from here, and you feel it on your face, clean and smelling just vaguely of sea-salt. It feels as though were you to jump, you could fly for an amazing eternity, before being embraced by the loving arms of the ocean, which longed to show you a whole other world, teeming with life and harmony. But that is for another day, and so, with the sun setting on this magnificent vista, you turn your back and return whence you came, as the creatures and plants of the night-time take up their own turn in this place.

Poemsketch #1 - Blank Pad

Here before me a blank pad,
It awaits as blank pads do.
Shall I fill it with rmablings mad,
Insights on a world brand new?

Or mayhap of tales long past,
Of rare courage, and soldiers few?
Sword on armor - a metallic clash!
As evil- and good-man both are hewn

Against the cliffs the sea-foams crash,
And on the grass is the morning dew.
Words I shall write, and pray they last,
Influencing thoughts with every group.