Caleb Myers
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A Girl Named Lenore
January 1st, 2021 I must be crazy! So many things have happened this week. My grandfather's memorial service was Monday. It was hard; really hard. I loved that man more than life itself, but at least he isn't suffering anymore. I remember seeing him the night when he died, the whole family was there in his house. I say "whole family" like there is more than 10 of us, but hey, it was nice that everyone could see him one last time. Everyone else had gone to bed, but I stayed up. We were talking, his voice was soft and weak almost like it wasn't there. I felt a part of me snap when he finally passed. Sort of like a part of me died too. I miss him. I miss him so badly. He left me his Banshee though, so it's like he's still here! She's a beautiful owl. He called her a barn owl, but I don't really know enough about them to know the differences between them. Except for snow owls. I only know about them because of those Harry Potter movies. She was heartbroken too she cried the whole time Grandpa was passing from this world to the next. Almost like she was calling his name over and over again. That's the way of life though. "It's appointed once unto man to die" or whatever they say.
By Caleb Myers2 years ago in Fiction
A Quiet Morning
All the world was quiet. The lazy sun still hasn’t risen from its slumber. A small fire crackling softly behind him is the only thing in existence that dares to disturb the cool morning’s silence. Its flickering light dances across the walls of his small cabin. He sits hunched over a workbench meticulously carving sticks into smooth, solid shafts. His weathered sun aged hands work deftly. Using just the right amount of leather and cordage he secures the fletching and an arrow head made of what used to be the quarter panel from a van. It was important not to waste resources now. Not after everything fell apart. With a quiver full of new arrows he gets ready for the day.
By Caleb Myers2 years ago in Fiction