123 Faring Place

Twas a black night when I arrived here at Here. I had no idea how I'd come to be there, nor where to go. I stumbled about in the darkness feeling for something, anything at all to hep me see. I saw a distant glow. With a rush of need I sprang towards it. I had no clue that it was very close to me. Thusly I ran into it. It didn't cry out but it shone very brightly. I studied it and saw it was... well this may sound odd, but it was a star! A round sphere of light.

I asked it, "What's your name? Where are we?" But it didn't reply. It looked at me and shrugged. It had morphed from a ball into a human. He, for it was male, began to walk away from me.

 "Wait!" I cried, "Don't leave me in this darkness!" He beckoned for me to follow him. I readily did so. He lead the way to a path of sorts. We followed it to a large building, he knocked and we waited.
A tall silver haired youth answered the door. His black eyes searched us.

"Ah... You two must be the new ones..." He grinned and called over his shoulder, "Hobbes, I was right! It is a fallen star!"

Another youth with the same silver hair and black eyes came to the door. "Yes, Tiger, but I did say that the other would be an albino. Even?" He asked Tiger.

"Even." Tiger nodded.

"Whose at the door, Tiger?" A voice called. "Is it them? Are they here?"

"Yes!" One of them called.

"Then let them in, they must be informed." the voice commanded.

"Come in." They gestured together for us to enter.

We stepped into a warm hallway and followed Tiger and Hobbes to a sitting room. Inside there sat a girl. She smiled and motioned for us to sit down.

"Welcome to Here, boys." She said.

"Where is here?" I asked.

"Here is here, silly." She laughed. "We welcome you to 123 Faring Place. What are your names?" She asked.

I thought a moment then said,"Kedar... Kedar Christensen."

"Nice to meet you Kedar, I'm Jonni. And what is your name?" She asked the star.

He pointed to his mouth and shook his head no. "Oh, I see! You lost your voice on the way down?" He nodded. "That's common, will you write your name down please?" She handed him a piece of paper and a pen.

He wrote something and handed it back to her. "Why." She read aloud."Because we need to know who you are." She said.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. He took the paper back and wrote, "My name is Why."

"Oh!" She giggled, "Stars do like having funny names, don't they?"

He cocked his head to the side and looked at her questioningly.

"Never mind." She said. "Okay, I think you'll be on the top floor," she pointed to me,"And you'll be in the basement." She pointed to Why. "Hobbes take Why to the basement, Tiger take Kedar to the top floor, please."
I was taken to a comfortable room where I immediatly fell asleep.

That was my first night at 123 Faring Place.


The next morning I woke very much confused. I was sprawled on a twin sized bed in a large room. Looking over I saw a window. I got up and walked over to it. I looked out it and gasped. The ground was very far below me. I kept looking down and I started to get dizzy. Then a flash of grey blurred past. I cried out and jumped backwards. It must've heard me for it came back. It was a boy...Or a teen. He was an odd white grey. He grinned and tapped on the window. I uncertainly opened it, and he lept onto the sill.

"Good morning!" He said in a voice I wouldn't have thought he possessed. It was airy and boomed at the same time.

"Goo...d morning." I stammered.

"Your Kedar, right?"

"Yeaaah. Yes I am. And who are you? What are you?" I asked him.

"I'm Writer. I'm a Cloud." he said as if that would reveal everything to me, in truth it only confused me more.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, sorry!" He laughed," I forgot you're-- new. I'm a Cloud from Sky."

"Then how are you... down here?" I asked.

"You're the same guy who say a fallen Star last night?" He laughed, "Kedar, Here is a wonderful place, lots of things that others don't think can happen do. I for one am permitted by Madam Sun to stay on Here."

"Wha-?"

He sighed, "Don't you know? Every century a Star and a Cloud are chosen to come to protect Here from.. Misfortunes and the like. Do you get it now? Why and I are sorta like the guardians of Here. Understand now?" He looked at me with a eager expression.

"Kind of... So you and Why are a star and a cloud? And your here to protect Here... From what?"

"Well, uh... Ya know whatsit and whosits and um... so on and so forth and what have you." He laughed lightly but his face was worried. "Nice to meet you Kedar, I float by again sometime!" And he shot off.

I was quite concerned about what we were being protected from... I didn't have the confidence then that I now have in Why and Writer.
I made my bed and then looked around my room. There was a rolltopped desk. I went over to it and opened it's top. It had a laptop inside. I smiled and sat down. I opened the laptop and went to notebook. And I began to type...and type....and type. I probably would have stayed on that laptop all day long had it not been for Wiley and Art.

"Gooood evening." They said in unison.

"It's evening?" I asked astonished that I'd been on the laptop that long.

"Yes Kedar, it's five in the evening." One of the youths said.

"Who are you?" I asked, slightly wary.

"I'm Wiley." The teen with black hair smirked and bowed.

"And I'm Art." The other boy was pale and had searching brown eyes.

"Nice to meet you both..." I noticed it was fairly dim in the room, since the sun had hidden her face behind a bank of clouds.

"How are you finding Faring Place?" Wiley asked.

"I don't really know yet. I haven't been out of this room." I said.

"Oh, pity."  Art grinned.

A girl with flaming hair burst into the room, "Wiley! Art! Get downstairs now! Jonni is waiting for you so we can eat!" She ordered bossily.

They glared at her and slunk away.

"You!" She barked at me.

"Yes?" I asked timidly.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

"Kedar Christensen... and you?"

"I'm Maddy and I'm a Flame. How old are you, Kedar?" She asked.

"Ummm... 18 I think." A flame, huh? Makes sense. I thought.

"You think? Don't you know how old you are?" She was exasperated.

"Yes I know!" I cried indignantly,"I'm 18. How old are you?"

"I'm 1432 years old.  Well if you want to eat today you'll come down to the kitchen." She turned and started to walk away.

I started to put my laptop away and she turned back around and barked, "NOW!" I jumped up and followed her to the kitchen.

Rain

"What is rain, Emory?"  A mousy girl stood besides a boy at a large window, watching the rain fall, and the great grey clouds billow.

"What do you mean, Olli? What is rain made of?" Emory asked, still looking out the window.

"No... I mean, are they tears? Gods tears?"

"I don't think so... Maybe God is watering the earth in the same way that we water the garden, and the clouds are mud and the thunder is His voice speaking to his plants, He's just so far up that we can't hear the wordsw clearly." Emory declared.

"So, what is the lightning?" Olli asked.

"Oh... weeds?" He offered.

"No, I don't think their weeds, Emory... what if they're sunshine? You know, plants need water, which is the rain, soil, or mud, and sunshine to grow." She smiled.

"Yeah, that's it. But what if one day we find out that it's not all that, what else could it be?" he asked.

"If not tears, or water from a watering can.... Maybe rain is water sloshing out of the bucket of a clumsy angel." Olli giggled.

"Or a god from Olympus, say Poseidon god of the sea(earth), is showering and some water spilled out of the shower." Emory laughed his idea.

Olli grinned, "Maybe we'll never know what rain really is.."
 

My Ever Changing Picture

It mattered not to the moon, where we'd been nor where we we were going. She shone brightly in the inky sky all the same.
Black and grey clouds swelled and covered her light. But the little white orb swung like a bobble out from under the dark clouds and fell back again. Some invisible finger kept her swinging like a pendulum, back and forth to and fro. The darkest of the clouds began to scuttle away, leaving the smokey grey clouds to roll over the moon.
Speeding along below like a silver bullet the Avalon crossed the Texas border and into vast farm land.
Here the sky was above and around, it endlessly stretched over me, making the flat land look wide and thin.

The sky turned slowly lighter, to a grey, and the clouds were tinged with the deepest scarlet.

Lighter still it grew, the grey began rising like steam and a silky cream color lined the half grey clouds.

The grey clouds passed and new white ones pervaded, giving my still shining sphere a wide berth.

The sun had not shown his face, so the moon stubbornly stayed in the wan blue heavens.

It emitted a ghostly pale shine. Poor Ms.Moon! Her craters formed a wailing face, she was quite desolate, but she dare not leave until Mr.Sun had presented himself.

Lo! A golden shine from the North! A cloudbank covered the moon and when it was swept away by the wind she was gone.

Mr.Sun had taken over his azure realm, and Ms.Moon sank around the planet into another black, black night.

My Apology

I am sorry if anyone has noted my absence from my blog. It was unintended and I've had several things to say that I've had burry deep in my carpet.
Sadly I am busy at present, what with finishing up the last two weeks of high school, but I promise that I will have a new post up this Sunday.
Till then.

Cedar Sunshine Writer Extraordinaire

Words

I believe people take words for granted. The very momentum of their atrocity or sweet caress of  their kindness is taken to lightly.
How hurtful words can be! Like a slap across the face. A mouthful of words can take down a legion of men. A sentence can ruin a man, whereas a paragraph could utterly destroy a family, never to be repaired again.

"I hate you." Three measly  words, yet such pain it can inflict! Casting aside a loved one in the heat of emotion.

"Goodbye." One word that reduces millions to tears, their hearts longing to keep holding on to that person who is leaving them.

"Why?" The one question that goes unanswered through the years, leaving mysterious silence in it's wake.

People don't comprehend the amount of damage a few hasty words can create, the havoc that can spread like wildfire across the plains of peoples minds and hearts.
The devastation they bring upon each other by their mere demeanor, clearly voiced by their actions, whether biased of malcontent.
Words can bore into your heart of hearts like venom through the fangs of those who would so poisonously drip their disgust abroad. 
O! What a word can do! Bringing down worlds in a single rumor! But do we heed the unnecessary hurt we inflict upon each other? No, we selfishly  continue our rants, blindly avoiding the destruction that we create.

Cedar Sunshine

If you've enjoyed my writing thus far I might interest you in reading another one of my other blogs which is on WordPress. It is called  Stories From Cedar Sunshine.
A few stories that will be featured there are, Webster, No not the dictionary, Bennett Manor(My story that I've worked on for ages), and Heath's Mountains.
Feel free to give me feed back!

-Cedar

The In Between

There is a land beyond the sea, and it used to have two separate kingdoms.
There was a land shrouded in the darkest shadows, and a land that shone like a star, white and pure.
They were parallel each other, the darkness staying in the shadows, the light shining every bright.
One day something happened, someone was malcontent with the purity of the light and the emptiness of the blackness, so that someone stood in the middle, refusing to be good, but trying not to look bad in the process.
The lands became mixed at the borders, a fuzzy gray place took residence in between the dark and the light. Souls that veered to far astray would be lost in the gloom, the fog was concealing as the darkness, so they thought, but so close to the light that they could go back if they wanted to, but they didn't want to.
Everyone decided that it was O.K. to be a little dark, but what they didn't know, and still refuse to believe, is that their darkness outweighs their fasod of light. They really aren't good in the least, but they portend to be.
Our image is too greatly marred in the darkness, so let's try to fool them and be both.

But, as they will find out the hard way, one day good will prevail and their misty shroud will melt before the heat of light, and they will be seen for what they truly are. Evil.

There is no in between, only right and wrong, good and evil, there is no big and little lies, small sins and big one, in Jesus Christ eyes they are all sins.