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 Angellemarcs
"Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats." H L Mencken |
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Well, now, how would I describe me? I am about as crazy as River, as loyal as Zoe, as mean as Mal, and as religious as Book. My passion is writing...stories, poems, whatever happens to flow through my fingers and on to the keyboard, I write. I breathe therefore I write and when I begin to wane, the voices urge me to continue. My name is Angelle Marcs, but those who know me call me Angelle. Welcome to the world, which I inhabit. Good luck getting back!!!
In reality, I am all of thirty-two, married with two kids, a cat, and a laptop that's almost attached to my hip. I'm an avid reader, movie buff, and have been accused on one occasion or another of being somewhat of a good writer. My friends are my family and my family are my friends. They are online as well as in the 'real' world.
I call home the state of Oklahoma, where the wind may come sweeping down the plain, but it also likes to bring tornadoes and severe thunderstorms with it. Our weather changes faster than a pregnant woman's moods and yes, I'm allowed to say that 'cause I've been there..twice.
I am the writer of both Cat 1313 and Angelle Marcs so if you want, please read them and comment.
Enjoy the ride!!
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Saturday, July 17, 2010
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Just scribbling
Shadows play in the corners of the room dancing in the candlelight, a single spider spins her web, each line, each silky string adding to the intricate pattern of her creation...it is beautiful, this silken masterpiece, where dew or dust falls on each sticky strand. It sparkles as the draft carries it gently, threatening to push her from the home she had made. Long spindled legs, no thicker than a head pin move like the workings of a well oiled clock, each one knowing where the next one should land, eight perfect timed steps repeated as she surveys the damage done.
Wings flutter, white reflecting, the sound of beating the candle draws, air causing the pillar of light to send even more shadows to sway. She watches waiting, the candle's flame tempting, her front legs gently stroking each other in rampant anticipation. Would she get the coveted prize, or would the flickering flame scorch the very life juices she so desperately craved?
Something stirs the ground, dust clouds rise sending little ghosts across the old church pews. Red and emerald, black and blue, eyes casting a glance toward the flame. Thin fingers dancing, tickling gently as the haunting ivories sing. One by one, notes become melody, right hand playing as the left brings the harmony.She knows the song well, the darkness writing those very notes upon her heart.
Her head gently nods to the hypnotic trance eyes close, the notes like phantoms travel 'cross her eye lids. Each note...each chord flows like silken flesh, controlling her fingers as they dance. Black and white, ebony and ivory, together compelling this soul to wake as the shadows seem to dance in time to the torrent play...
Slowly the sound begins to grow, deliberately brought on by the force of her fingers to the old piano's frame. Entirely immersed in this single moment, no harm come, no hurt ensue as she plays the wood, enamel, and metal...her face reflecting in the dark rich surface.
Scarlett and green...black and blue...surface matters little here. No one...not the spider, the moth, or the shadows care that she isn't perfect, or beautiful...it is the music that paints the picture as the hurt melts away. Where love and hate aren't welcome, where hurt and pain remain hidden behind the wall the solitary sonata has built...
Softly she caresses the keys, the song coming to an end. Fingers still poised, a deep breath brings those memories back, as if they were in the air...one tear, then another splash the ground, the bench, the keys and the world comes back without her wall to protect. Shadows turn to horrors unknown and for a moment she is lost once more...
One by one...the notes become melody, the melody becomes song....Moonlight Sonata begins once more...her fingers playing what her soul so readily deserves....red and green, black and sapphire, the cycle still goes on. She in comfort finds her freedom, her soul its rest.....and the spider, her meal. One song...one hauntingly beautiful sonata....
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Friday, June 04, 2010 21:31
One Of Our Own Has a Ship In 'Float Out'
Friday, June 04, 2010 21:05
One Of Our Own Has a Ship In 'Float Out'
Monday, January 04, 2010 22:46
GORRAM IT!!!!!
Sunday, November 29, 2009 01:09
THE RED NOSED RUNNER (NEWS FROM THE NORTH POLE) VOL. 1
Monday, November 23, 2009 15:24
Warehouse 13?
Saturday, October 17, 2009 15:25
How'd you pick your user/screen name?
Thursday, February 19, 2009 03:23
Happy Birthday, NCBrowncoat!!
Thursday, December 25, 2008 16:06
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Thursday, September 02, 2010 10:32
Control (Prologue)
The beginning of an arc...or is it the ending?! LOL! For those who keep me writing....Jane, Ali, Z, Brian...thanks y'all...you have no idea what you mean to me.
Wednesday, September 01, 2010 06:23
Torture
A one shot plot bunny that has been playing in my head...first brought on by a comment from Jane. Goes with my Cat stories....
Friday, August 27, 2010 07:08
One Final Act
Sequel to final Kill....for Jane...short, but sweet... Cat walks into her future.
Thursday, August 19, 2010 09:29
One Final Kill
For those who read Cat 1313...here's an inside look at the day she changes courses forever....dedicated to a few people who remain in my heart for always...you who still read...I truly appreciate you...Cat weighs life...
Wednesday, August 18, 2010 18:41
Monsters and Demons
Just a one shot....a first person Cat 1313 story for Jane 0904 and for BrowncoatE3...both of you mean a great deal to me...anyway, Cat meets Monsters
Monday, July 19, 2010 18:05
Cake, Candles, and A Double Barrel Shotgun Prt 2
Wow...the finish of a plot bunny for Jane0904...sorry it took so long...got tied up in my own things, but anyway, Kaylee plans and Mal stalls...
Sunday, July 18, 2010 03:59
Presence of Mind
Cat..first person...just a little short for things to come....enjoy...
Friday, May 14, 2010 18:33
Cake, Candles, and a Double Barrel Shotgun Prt 1
Another challenge issued by my friend and fellow writer, Jane. What happens when our little mechanic finds out Cat doesn't have a birthday and what she does to rectify this notion. A two parter with the other half posted soon....hope you enjoy...
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