|Based on my short story: ranki-chee.deviantart.com/art/…|
MunecaMuñecaMuneca by Ranki-Chee
A waxing moon floats over the night sky. It trails behind lavender coloured clouds, forming intricate swirling patterns, while high above, tiny white stars sparkle. Seagulls glide, their faint shadows playing along the waters below. The Puppis, a steam powered air-ship, lies suspended below its air-sac. It sails an airy sea, driven by a small propeller, its wings cutting through a thickening mist. Captain Frank gazes out towards darker shades of sky. He’s seated on the edge of his craft, legs kicking out over the side. Planted on his head is a wide brimmed hat, slumped tightly over his eyes, weighted down by goggles fixed about the crown. He crunches the red apple in his right hand. It tastes sweet with a honey fragrance. The deck creaks. Dark clouds thicken, engulfing the moon, and the temperature falls. There’s a soft rumble gathering in the clouds, which suddenly bursts, sending wind and rain, battering the Puppis from side to side. Captain Frank toppl
The Robin - POEM -The RobinThe Robin - POEM - by Ranki-Chee
Blood moon pours,
Oozing its scarlet robe upon
The death beds of stirring souls
Sleeping beneath verdant knolls.
White wisps hum a chorus
Of lives they’ve left behind,
Mourning a lament
Under the red caked churchyard.
Night’s great light,
Enrobes the beds with one final lunge,
The night cracks, parting a void
As dawn’s embers rise.
Frost melts, creaking, snapping
Above the souls’ resting place,
The spirits, glowing cleaners in the courtyard,
Gust away latent ice and snow.
Morning brings children
Beyond the churchyard wall,
Playing, laughing, singing,
As a lone figure slips away.
A robin still on a branch,
Its breast illuminated,
As if shot, but not.
A young boy stoops,
Kneeling by the bed of one departed,
And places, roses, red as the dawn,
Their petals closed in sleep.
The robin swoops
Onto a guardian grave stone,
Head dancing, listening,
The robin sings
A melody reassuringly familiar,
Warms the visitor
Rocket Man - POEM -Rocket ManRocket Man - POEM - by Ranki-Chee
Earth bound child
Stares high from a lonely terrace,
Heart wondering, pondering,
Is he still out there?
Grown pale and torn,
Distant warmth, distant smile,
Reflections of the real man gone.
The video tape, stutters and dances,
Grainy textures returning the past,
Sepia tone, colour wanes
Fragmented memories lost in time.
Ignition begins, blast off,
Skywards the vessel jumps,
Secure, burning, soaring
Heavenwards, tears already fallen.
A one way ticket,
Carried on golden wings,
A living man, a wisp, a star,
Ferried to a brand new realm.
Sealed inside his white coffin,
Stares spaceward; vacant eyes, heart stalling,
Heavenwards in flight.
Travelling the great void
Deep inside eternal night,
Only static plays now
A beep, crackle, a flat line.
Is it lonely too
In the depths of space?
She asks the obsidian sky,
And listens to an empty reply.
A ghost abandoned love
Life, splinters, shattered,
Freed from his earthly tomb.
His child now gro
Us and ThemUS AND THEMUs and Them by Ranki-Chee
MADDIE: twenty-two, Caucasian, quiet, cautious, creative
CECIL: twenty-three, educated, Caucasian, ambiguously homosexual, has a dry sense of humour
MICKEY: twenty-two, Caucasian, immature, prankster
HANA: twenty-four, Asian, wise, empathetic, likes to tease Mickey, natural leader
ANTI PROTESTORS: anonymous public group
THE PAD CO-HABITANTS
EXT. CITY STREET. DAY.
MUSIC: PIANO. MINOR KEY.
City skyline looming over the streets.
Surface view of tall, empty glass buildings.
Close up of brown leaves dancing in mid-air.
Close up of two rock pigeons pecking the ground.
Close up of MADDIE’s brown worn shoes walking slowly on the cobblestone.
MADDIE carries a black, stained sketchbook under her right arm.
There’s never many people on the streets these days in this dysfunctional, fragmented city. It’s worrying. I need to get to The Pad. I’ll be safe there. Why tomatoes? Why at me?
MADDIE stops at a crossing. Sh
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