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Hi all!!
I will keep this blog active, but I have currently moved over to Wordpress.....
 Merystia  is the name of my new home.  Thank  you all and I hope to see some of you soon!!

A story of Stitch

And the little line grew and grew.  Colors were sprouting no they were exploding into forms that couldn't be properly conformed into ideas.   But as they grew something else emerged and that was a form a face that peeked out into the world it was starting to emerge into.





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A Story of Stitch

A Little While later... It started to grow and blossom into an explosion of form.  The little line was confused for there wasn't an explanation.  It was more or less there and there it stayed with the odd colors that somehow matched and molded together to something new.


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And As The colors increased so did the little line.  And now there was a blending and some how something a shape began to take shape to transpose it into
                                                           
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A Story of Stitch

And Then something else appeared.  It was different and it curved some what, and the little line wasn't alone anymore. It had a friend that was snuggled in tight next to its side.  There was something different as the new threads curved into another directions apart from the arch of the blue of the original line.

A Story of Stitch

Once Upon A Time There was a line of stitch, and those x's that carefully crossed over each other in a row; had no idea or even a direction that guided their progress.   They appeared brave and strong and crossed their progress up the cloth.  They were blue and neat and they waited for their next line of x's

Morning light

Day 1 The sunrise this morning took the breath out of me.  It was chilly and very cold as my car was captured in a white coat.  But at the same time the sky burned with color, bringing the day to life;  \it was the end of another icon.   I imagine that David Bowie was looking down painting the new day with a radiance that only he could bring to life












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An old partial image story .. does it have a possibility?

           He was indeed dead.  His broken hulk of a body lay in the middle of the ruins that used to be the majestic stronghold of the dragon lords.  They had won.  But the defeat of the stronghold was not something to boast about because it had been defeated with a terrible cost.  The conquerors were nervous.  The stronghold was not as dead as they were told it was. 

            Someone lived there amongst the ruins, honoring the remains of the dead dragon.  It was her, blue gold eyes and hair; she had never recovered from that last terrible attack and the terrifying plunge into the courtyard.  From the shadows she watched the last terrible fight of the bronze and the conquerors.  They had been victorious stopping the fiery bronze dragon yet they still lost. 

            She ran escaping the enemy that held her arms behind her to kneel by the dying dragons head.  “Don’t leave me!”  she cried.

            He lifted his great head, “Child it was treachery from the start!”  he spat dragon fire keeping the enemy out of reach.  “I am not finished, take this!”  He opened his mouth again and a bronze, blue gold stone landed at her feet.  “Guard it! You will know what to do in time.”  The bronze fiery light suddenly went out as she picked up the stone and shoved it in her pocket. 

            They came and dragged her away unresisting; she had died along with the final breath of the dragon.  She never spoke again.

            In time she became like a wraith.  The light blue gold hair became filthy and matted.  The blue dragon mark on her palm which had appeared with her first transformation dulled and disappeared beneath the filth and the dirt.  The stone that was his last gift never was seen again.  It remained hidden in her pocket. 

            She haunted the ruins and snarled at any one who tried to approach her.  Her blue eyes sparked betraying the restless spirit within her.

            A year went by and suddenly the ruins were empty with only the whitening skeleton of the dragon left behind.  A broken blue scale, a ragged bed were the only evidence that someone had been there.  

            They searched the ruins for the wraith but to no avail.  When all of a sudden lights were seen flashing from the inaccessible towers above the ruins.  Blue golden red, yellow flashed across the sky.