The Fight (Ink Notes #3)

The lightning lashes across the sky, illuminating the world so that for one second it looks like it is day. After a few moments its friend thunder echos. The wind begins to pick up, causing the people on the street to clutch at their belongings with more determination. On the water, an elderly man looks down into the harbor. The boat begins to thrash even more as the waves become unruly. He toss a wreath of flowers upon the water's surface.

"Goodbye Jack. We still miss you" he thinks. He catches a glimpse of his face reflecting off the water and it brings him back to the day Jack lost his life. They were both sailors in Pearl Harbor. He still remembers the first 16 in. armor-piercing shell slamming into his ship, rocking everything violently. It still happens in slow motion: the explosion rocking the boat, the men getting out of bed bewildered and scrambling to put on clothes as they run to their stations. He can still see the fire raging and angry as it works to engulf everything in its path and the boys fighting to tame it. He remembers looking for his best friend Jack. He runs on to the deck holding on as another explosion rocks the ship. He sees Jack already on the anti-aircraft gun - the ship may have been injured but the men's spirits were just as strong. Hank looks around and can't help but see his friends die. He seems to be frozen, watching as the planes fly over head pelting the ship and her crew with biting bullets. The bodies jerk as the bullets fly through. The blood begins to shade the water a darker unsettling color.

He hears shouting and it helps him to gather his senses. Turning to his left he sees another friend. Mark had taken to using his M1 Gerand. It wouldn't be anything against a Japanese plane but it is all he had. He screams as he shoots getting all his anger out. Hank watches powerlessly as Mark is gunned down. Another explosion goes off in the water spraying the men as the USS Tennessee is hit. Hank looks down in the water and sees men swimming, but it's hard. There are bodies everywhere making the swim challenging. He watches in horror as the planes doing another sweep let loose their ammo and attack the men swimming to shore. It's over in a seconds but will continue to play in his mind. The bodies begin to sink down to the bottom in an ironically peaceful way.

The PT boats now begin to cruise in the water adding more support to the men. It's chaos. The fires become more unruly and begin to eat more of the ships. The black smoke billows up into the sky making it harder to see the planes. Hank goes to an empty anti-aircraft gun and begins to let loose with the bullets. He gets a plane and it explodes in the air. He gets another and another. A noise to his right makes him turn. Jack his friend has been hit! He watches frozen as Jack grabs a discarded M1 Carbine and shoots at the planes. But it is no use. The planes have an advantage. They let loose again and Jack goes down. Hank rushes over to his fallen comrade.

Jack grabs his hand. "It will be ok!" Hank thinks. His friend smiles one last time and then, like the rest of the fallen men, slip away. Hank begins to weep. How could this have happened? The smoke billowing in the air aids in his grief. He slowly rises and begins to help the other men fight. He can't stop and mourn - this isn't the place.

The thunder brings him back to the present. He wipes the tears rolling down his cheek. With one last look in the water he turns and heads back into the boat's shelter. He will never forget.

If I were an author....

CREATE YOUR DEBUT YA COVER

1 – Go to “Fake Name Generator” or click http://www.fakenamegenerator.com/

The name that appears is your author name.

2 – Go to “Random Word Generator” or click http://www.websitestyle.com/parser/randomword.shtml

The word listed under “Random Verb” is your title.

3 – Go to “FlickrCC” or click http://flickrcc.bluemountains.net/index.php

Type your title into the search box. The first photo that contains a person is your cover.

4 – Use Photoshop, Picnik, or similar to put it all together. Be sure to crop and/or zoom in.

5 – Post it to your site along with this text.

My cover was kind of hard. I had to find a way to place the name so that it wouldn't be that hard to see. But I think it works rather well :)

I got this idea from Amanda who go it from Melissa at Book Nut for the diversion!

I can't wait to see how everyone else's book covers come out!

One more picture I love

I loved how the dew was still on the blades of grass and the sunlight shined through. I wan to see if I can take more pictures like this tomorrow.

Some pictures I took....

Hey guys! So I went on an early morning walk this morning with Vince. Here are some of the pictures I took.....

You can see how the fog mixes with the sun light to create a beautiful effect.

You can see the dew still on the leaves. I couldn't resist :)

This guy was trying to cross a big road. I put him back in the grass.

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She couldn't remember how long she had be running. All she knew was that her shins were beginning to hurt with every painful step. Her lungs began to labor as she takes in the cold air. A car passes her and she tenses - that can't be the same town car - she thinks. Suddenly it pulls over to the side of the road, and out steps the man in black. He straigtens his coat and turns his steely, cold glare upon her. Her heart quickens and she feels her inner voice scream "RUN!" She takes off down the thin and winding dirt path. The man is hot on her heel scraming something at her but she can't stop to think what it was. The skies have darkened since she scaled down her apartment making it harder to discern certain objects. She looks around and begins to get more frantic. Every sound, from a leaf brushing the wooden bark, to a dogs call in the night makes her jump. She forces her eyes to see out into the dark. The sound of running feet behind her makes her blindly turn down the bath. The branches and bushes suddenly seem to be against her. They grab at her clothes and slow her down. The man in black calls out to her again - but she finally breaks free of the trees. Quickly checking to make sure he isn't there she runs down the street and turns the corner.

She begins to slow her pace and comb her hair with her fingers. "Just calm down, ok Anna? He didn't see you! It was so dark...riiight. I need to find a place that's not to crowded or too isolate." She looks down the street and sees THE SUPREME BEAN. It used to be one of the most suburb coffee hot spots in its time - you weren't somebody until you preformed there. Anna timidly walks to the door and takes one quick look before entering. The rain had stopped falling giving the area a nice clean scent. The street was shrouded in the dark save for THE SUPREME BEAN and another across the street. It looked as if she was alone. She walked into the coffee joint and noticed the nostalgic decor. The dark forest green had faded to a muted dingy green. The smoke that lingered in the air, even after the patrons had left, added to the old legacy. On the wall, faded black and white pictures of old legends smiled back to the customers. Ana only recognized a few faces. Her mother used to listen to this music. She remembers her mother dressed up in a lovely rich red Valentino dress. The fabric looked so soft, like the inner most part of a rose. The edges of the dress twinkled in the light, and made it look like little faeries dancing. Ana begins to smile to herself as she watches her mother twirl over to her father. "Darling to night will be so magical! I can't wait to see the other women's faces!" She doesn't remember what her father replies she only knows that it makes her mother laugh again.

"Can I help ya wit sometin?" She looks to were the sound comes from and notices a burly man at the register.

"Yes, do you have any orange juice?"

"Ya do know this is a coffee joint?"

Ana begins to blush in embarrassment. Every restaurant she had been to had seemed to have o.j., why would this place be any different?

"Oh, um yes. In that case may I have a small black coffee?"

The man nods his head and walks towards the back to get her order.

"Don't mind Jack. He gets a little grumpy when he thinks you'll waste his time being indecisive. Say, you don't look familiar. My name is Ace. What's yours?"

Could she trust him? Her grandmother had said that when you began the run you could not trust anyone - everyone would be your enemy. Ace didn't look like any bad guy. He had pretty hair, the light bounced off of it nicely. It was a nice dark brown with subtle hints of a lighter brown. The curls played along his forehead giving him a boyish look even though he was probably her age. When she looked into her eyes something eased inside her.

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She sat quietly at the window watching the rain splash against the glass. It had been a long, tiring day. She couldn't seem to shake the events of the afternoon. She looked down at her fisted hand, and noticed that she still held the note. Slowly she uncurled her fist and re-opened it.

She is gone. Run before they find you.

Anna didn't know what that meant. She hadn't talked to her mother in years. The last time she talked to her mother was when she was twelve. All her mother had said was "Sorry sweetie. It's better this way." She remembers feeling sad and angry. How could her mother leave her? She looks around the small room. Her old lumpy bed sits against the corner with her favorite quilt. On her bedside table the lamp is currently on, and her favorite book The Life is opened to the dog-eared page. A car passing by catches her attention and brings it back outside.

She looks down a see a man in a black trench coat get out. He looks up at her from the street and a chill runs down her spine. "Odd" she thinks "why should he be wearing sun glasses on such a rainy evening?" The man walks to her building door and enters. She gets up and walks to her tiny closet. A memory of her old life rises lazily to the top. Her old closet used to be much bigger than this one. In fact her old closet was a walk-in, stuffed to the brim with designer clothes. Oh, and the shoes! Any girl Anna's age would've loved to have had her collection. She doesn't have time though to walk down memory lane. Already she is running behind, so she quickly grabs her bag and turns off the light. Silently she walks across the living room to the front door.

She presses her ear to the door straining to hear any noise. She cracks the door and slowly leans her head through the door frame. The elevator chimes and the doors slowly open. Out walks the man who Anna saw on the street. The man looks at her and quickens his pace. Anna quickly closes the door and locks it. She was warned this might happen. She looks around the living room looking for something to push against the door. She finds the sofa - it has to do. She quickly runs to her bedroom and throws open the window. Looking down at the street below she sees that it's relatively quite. She grabs the rope ladder that has been hidden under her bed and throws it over the windowsill following it down. As her feet touch the ground she looks back up at the window and sees the man in black leaning out. She turns and then quickly runs down the street knowing she'll never see her old home again.

Nature's Stain Glass Window

I took this picture 2 months ago. It's one of my favorites - it makes me think of a stain glass window ( I also took the one on the blog title)