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OBELISK by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

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by LYNN KAUFFMAN

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        There is a world that is beset by destructive storms. They happen anytime and anywhere. They are monstrous storms which last for days and destroy whatever is in their path, be it forests, mountains or cities. They are storms full of unnatural rage and horrific violence. The wretched and bewildered people that live under this continual torment are constantly fleeing for their lives and rebuilding their homes. They can never find peace or rest!

The cause of the storms is a massive sphere made of fiery crystal with an inner core of cold, black rock. A sinister and unlucky gift from the heavens. It swiftly and haphazardly travels through the world’s sky and no one can predict where or when it will strike it’s crushing blows on the helpless people that cringe and cower below it. When it comes to a place, it stops and begins to draw energy from the surrounding atmosphere and transforms itself into a huge, extremely violent, destructive storm that lasts for days until it is spent and then moves on. It is an unthinking, evil entity of monumental power!

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She goes to the storm that is raging above a large city. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. The young man soars on his stalwart  steed through the torrential rains and harsh, strong winds to the swirling sphere. The fearful and desperate people look up into the sky and see the young man. They are amazed at his daring and bravery- they pray in their souls for his triumph and success in this huge battle against heaven’s monster!

The young man brandishes his shining sword of gold which is engraved with many strange and ancient symbols and proceeds to ride directly next to the howling sphere. He swings his sword and strikes a fierce blow upon the sphere. There is a thunderous, almost deafening sound with an explosion of blinding light and the evil sphere soars off the world with great speed into the depths of space- never to be seen again!

The sky clears into a heavenly blue and the bright sun comes out in a glory of golden, warm light. The people dance and sing in a celebration of pure joy and happiness for now they are free to build their world and live their lives in peace! The young man smiles to see their happiness. They cheer the young man and thank him most heartily for his wonderful help. They bid him a fond farewell as he and his brave steed soar off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always!!!

THE DRAWING WAS CREATED BY MY BEAUTIFUL CHILD AND ARTIST, JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN. THE WONDERFUL YOUNG MAN IN THE STORY IS JEREMIAH. JEREMIAH’S LIFE AND ART INSPIRED ME TO WRITE THIS STORY AS A TRIBUTE TO HIS MEMORY. AND NOW I AM TELLING IT TO YOU! THANK YOU FOR VIEWING JEREMIAH’S ART AND FOR READING MY STORY!!!! *********

To view more of Jeremiah Kauffman’s art: http://www.deviantart.com/jeremiahkauffman

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THESE STORIES ARE DEDICATED TO MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH

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THESE STORIES ARE DEDICATED TO MY               BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH

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The drawing was created by my beautiful child and artist, Jeremiah Kauffman! The noble and exquisite young man in the story is Jeremiah. Jeremiah’s art and life inspired me to write this story as a tribute to his memory. And now, I am sharing it with you! Thank you for viewing Jeremiah’s art and for reading this story!!!

To view more of Jeremiah’s art:

http://www.deviantart.com/jeremiahkauffman

To view more of my art:

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Contact: pernetrope11828jkart#outlook.com

                   *****BIRDS*****

 

There is a world where only trees live. These multitudes of trees are of all kinds of different shapes, sizes,colors, species and heights. If a tree can be imagined, it would be there- literally millions of kinds of trees exist on that world! One could wander through the forests of this strange world for an eternity and never see all of it. It is a glorious feast for the eyes yet, except for the rustling sounds of the swirling wind through the trees’ branches and sometimes the brief noise of a gentile rain, there is total silence!

At the top of this planet in the midst of it’s oldest and largest forest is an extremely ancient tree- the first tree. It is gigantic, almost the size of a small planet itself and is the largest and tallest tree  of all the trees of this world. Crude, uneven steps grow out from it’s trunk which looks more like it is made of thick, wrinkled skin than bark. Tiny, colorful eyes are embed throughout the trunk and branches like a small kingdom of eyes. The eyes watch and sleep and sleep and watch. These eyes have seen many centuries pass and they will see many more. The steps travel around the tree to it’s very top where a primitive platform has formed. The tangled branches, filled with sweet smelling dark, green leaves reach upwards into the sky for thousands of miles. It is, indeed, a most breathtaking vision of beauty and grandeur! At the beginning of the tree, almost hidden in it’s trunk, is a small crevice which forms a hole. Contained inside this hole is a n old, dusty nest of white thorns. In the middle of this nest lies a single , smooth golden egg. The one who gave birth to this egg has long since disappeared in the soft waves of time. The piercing eyes watch this nest with it’s glittering occupant. They watch and wait!

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She lands at the feet of the ancient tree. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. He stands before the old tree and closes his eyes. The tree’s eyes close as well. He listens to the world’s tearful voice and hears only silence. The world yearns for music and life! He places his hand inside the hole and takes the small, golden egg. The white thorns tear the flesh of his hand causing it to bleed profusely but the young man disregards this. The tree’s eyes look anxious, but the young man tells them not to worry!

He then proceeds to climb the steps. The tree’s eyes watch him in great anticipation. He goes up the steps to very top of the tree. He can no longer see his precious, white steed standing below. He reaches the small, natural platform. From there he stands and tosses the gold egg up into the air, far above him. It soars way above the gigantic tree and bursts into millions of shining pieces. Each piece becomes a wonderful bird. Soon the sky is filled with the brilliant colors and beautiful songs of millions of birds of all kinds. The birds fly to the trees and their sweet music of life invades the silent world with a divine symphony beauty and throbbing nature, forever!

The tree’s eyes weep for joy and their crystal tears cascade down the tree. The tears form a great , clear lake that mirrors the sky that is covered with colorful, dancing birds. The tree’s eyes watch in pure delight this grand theater of life performing and soaring before them.!

The young man descends the tree. He bows to the ancient tree and the tree’s eyes gaze back in love and gratitude! The lovely songs of the birds follow him as he soars off into space. His heart and mind ring with the exquisite music created in the world he leaves as he continues on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always!

THIS STORY IS BY LYNN KAUFFMAN

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