writings vol 4?

The Light and Dark, side by side. But its not that simple is it?  They are never equally divided and keep neatly to their own corners. More so they are intermingled sending forth forays and attacks into the other side. each giving up ground as they strive to take new.

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It was dark raining again in the unassuming town off the freeway. The storm often cracked and boomed overhead, letting down a fresh torrent of water every so often. It had done this more often recently, as if the place was trying to scrub itself clean from some unknowable, unforgivable deed. This would be the fifth night watching the old tumbledown house, watching the people come and go at all hours. Listening to the rain bounce off the car, its hard irregular staccato slowly bewildering the brain.

It was Raining harder than he had thought it was. The Metallic ping of the fat drops bouncing on the awning to his office.  Tugging his fedora down a little lower and buttoning up his duster against the elements. He had always like the rain, even in a city such as this one it seemed to wash all of the sins and all of the wrongdoings away. A time to star anew. It was usually quite on nights like this but this night seemed unusually still. The only thing he could hear was his footsteps on the wet concrete, the heavy raindrops splashing down around him, pounding the pavement in their own staccato beat, and the ever constant hum of the highway in the distance.

A voice from his past called out from the shadows a few doors down. "Dicks, you got time for an old friend?"  Stopping and sighing softly to himself, calling out  " Ya  Shirley I got time."  Turning and Walking back up to his office turning the key in the lock and pushing the door open. " Comon, lets go back to my office. I don't want to stand out here and drown."

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The Sun beat down on the two swordsmen, glistening off the beads of sweat that slowly dripped down. words held loosely but with resolve. The two had met before never on the field of combat, though this arena was not new to either of them. Standing there, before the expectant eyes of the crowd hungry for the flash of steel and the spray of blood.