Song of the Day: Coheed and Cambria – Colors — The Telltale Mind

Though The Color Before The Sun was released last year, Coheed and Cambria have released another video off the album, this time for Colors. A fantastic track through and through, Colors is almost a ballad compared to some of their usual fare and a nice change from the norm.

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Release – Evanescence Release 4: C2.3 Pedestal is Out!


“Chapter 2.3: Pedestal

He sat deep in the bowels of the building, in a place that, despite his frequent visits, he had not known existed, in front of something wholly unexpected.

This was his ninth visit. On his first, as he entered, as it was now, a Young Girl had sat upon a small stool in the centre of the room, clothed in a worn and grimy cassock robe that hung, too large about her slight frame.

Long bedraggled hair fell from her shoulders shrouding her face from sight.

The stranger had been specific meticulous and laboriously detailed in his instructions. Despite his calm demeanour it was clear that he was deeply uneasy about what was in this room.”

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Excerpt – As Fierce as Any Dragon C1


“Chapter 1

“Everyone has an angel, a guardian who watches over us.
We can’t know what form they will take.
One day Old Man, next day little Girl.
But don’t let appearances fool you.
They can be as fierce as any dragon.
Yet they’re not here to fight our battles.
But to whisper from our heart, reminding that its us, its everyone one of us that holds the power over the worlds we create.”
Film – Sucker Punch, Babydoll

The sun was bright and strong and warm. A beacon in the otherwise featureless sky, that drew her eyes, closed, but following the radiant glow, heart and soul breathlessly close behind, to that warm caress of brilliant light. It propelled her, filled her arms and legs with motivating force, energy, life.
Eventually she paused, breathless. The sun was especially strong today, and only the cool hesitant, bashful touch of the breeze, from the distant sea shore, like a wet flannel, and the constant motion of her pace as she ran, arms held wide, wind gambolling in her hair, made it bearable. The crops on the hill down which she raced flowed like water. It reminded her of the sea and she wished she was there. So many happy family memories.
As she ran, eyes tight shut, arms held wide, as if to take flight, she opened her mouth wide and screamed, a formless wordless sound, not of sadness or pain, but of joy, release, letting all the bad things out, leaving space alone for the good, wonder and an endless appetite for life.
Her mind empty of all but the moment, she concentrated on the fleeting feel of soil and plant fibre between her toes. Gone were the things she could not explain, the cares and exasperations of her parents she could not kiss or hug away. Out here everything was all right. It would all be ok. Whatever made the worry lines on her Daddy’s brow, whatever peopled the silences where they did not speak, to her or each other, but just stared, sadly but with a love clear and strong, it physically hurt.
It all flew by on the wings of her arms, freewheeling like the birds in the sky, calling encouragement on their way to and from the now nearby shore.
Abruptly and entirely without warning a screeching sound tore at the fabric of the sky, and through the rent erupted a huge burning shape, of smoke and fire and garishly bright metal. A roiling inferno violently birthed into the tranquil peace, that rushed with a huge roar and crack over the crest of the hill and into the distance. And then she felt the earth shudder with a distant crump. She shrieked coming to an abrupt halt and dived to the coarse tilled earth at her feet, burying herself in amongst the waist high crop growth. She waited a short while, in case the violent flame shrouded beast of the air reappeared, before slowly raising her head, checked her immediate surroundings, then quickly picked herself up and raced back to the village which nestled in the river valley a short distance away.
Her flight was now an entirely different thing.”

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Release – As Fierce As Any Dragon is Out!


From across the immeasurably vast distance of cold empty intergalactic space, a millennia old horde approaches.

They hunger.

The Dark draws near.

Young girl encounters an Unknown Craft crash landed nearby.

Ex Military Special Forces Mother goes to investigate, unwittingly carrying the Young Girl who has stowed away.

A story with themes that have always interested me: courage, determination and the will to succeed, what motivates people to act, and how people behave, in extremis; strong female leads, with a twist at the end.

The Short story is part of a Trilogy. The second part System Entry is now Live and available on Amazon. The third will be released during April 2017.

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Release – Evanescence Release 3: C2.2 Sceadu is Out!

Evanescence Chapter 2.2 Sceadu is Out!


““Sceadu: variously, a thing of shadows, of the Dark, from the dark, the land of shadows.”

As twilight descended on the 13th week of his visit, a Friday, bells sounded the call to prayer. The reader straightened, stretched shaking arms, and bent twisted fingers discoloured blue with ink and darkened with grime, and reluctantly stood to answer the call of his faith.

The figure in the shadows moved into the fading light, undefined and still hard to see.

“Don Augustin? His voice was deep distant and gravelled.

The reader paused, eyes seeking to focus on the tall hooded figure before him. Yet however hard Don Augustin tried, the figure remained undefined and thereby impossible to place. He assumed it was his eyes, long since past their prime, and overworked and abused. He shook his head slightly, in an effort to clear the web of ruminations that clung to and wrapped his thoughts in a muddled snare, then answered:

“How may I be of service?”

“It is not what thou might do for me, but what I may do for thee.”

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