A Short Story of… Love

He stumbled forward into the cold night. Overcast and dreary, the sleet pounded down relentlessly. Oh how long since he had seen the sun he wondered silently to himself as he walked.
His mind was as numb as his exposed fingers in the cold night air. Yet, still the soft singular voice of her continued to sing that same song over and over in his mind. Thoughts of those long summer days spent in Saskatoon would haunt him like a specter for the rest of his life.
It was a special time long ago with little static to cloud his thoughts or life. Now his life was surrounded by seemingly endless dark and steep climbs. The ambient sounds of the night, he barely noticed until filling the cold empty air all around him was the steadily barking of a dog.
As he looked up the last thing he saw was the large Siberian husky as it leapt from the shadows. He was knocked to the ground and the dog was on top of him in an instant. He screamed as the large furry dog began licking his face with vigor, its tail wagging furiously.
As the sound of his scream faded into the night, a slow smile spread across his face. He lay silently not feeling the cold earth beneath him as the he let the warmth of love wash over him.

~Mark Schutter ©2015

This short story was written during a 5 minute free write using the words in bold above. This occurred during a meeting of the lunch time writing group at my workplace. I have to admit, I did edit a bit while typing it in the blog post, yet easily 95% is from free writing. Hope you enjoyed it!

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Gratitude – These Are Those Days

fwf1And how could we endure to live and let time simply pass if we were always crying and yearning for those days seemingly lost to the past to come back? 
If we did then how would we know that every day in a life fills the whole of life with expectation, memories and gratitude and that these are those days.
Gratitude gives.
Gratitude does.
Gratitude lives.
In our hearts and minds, yet often is so hard to find.  We stumble, we fall, we search , we crawl and then we sometimes say, “dammit all!”  For yesterday’s are gone, vanished like the mist.  Forever lost to eternity forever to be missed.  But then within our dark, today shines a light into our hearts.  Around lives and breathes, the wonders and glory of all we need.  A soul is compelled to say thank you and for beyond what we do.  A precious love from above that towards us moves and forever we should express our sincerest heartfelt gratitude.
Mark Schutter ©2013

This was written from the prompt – Gratitude from Kellie Elmore for Free Write Friday.  Free writing is a stream of consciousness, no editing, no proofing just writing!  Please check out Kellie Elmore’s official site or click on the Free Write Friday Image for more information. Post your submission with a comment and link to your blog on Kellie’s blog, post on twitter with the hashtag #FWF, Facebook and join the fun!

The Circle of Life

Walking backwards through life

From dark to light

Death comes first makes no sense

The circle begins

Around it goes forever on and on

Not stopping for long

Birth is now a fresh new start

Forever it comes

Death to life or is it life to death

Matters not the way

We traverse the sphere

For the never-ending circle of life

Continues to roll

~Mark Schutter ©2013

This was written from the prompt – The Circle of Life from Kellie ElmoreFree writing is a stream of consciousness, no editing, no proofing just writing!  Please check out Kellie Elmore’s official site or click on the Free Write Friday Image for more information. Post your submission with a comment and link to your blog on Kellie’s blog, post on twitter with the hashtag #FWF, Facebook and join the fun!