FM Challenge # 55 Time Machine fandom_muses
A time machine, a chance to see anything and everything, to meet … anyone, that concept for me is hard to wrap my mind around that mind sound funny I know, I mean really, I grew up differently than most, schooled in the old ways, lived a life watching a vampire, and fighting demons, dying and being reborn, and I can’t wrap my brain around the idea of observing any moment in time, come on.
But it’s like being a child in a candy store, too many choices. To watch history in the making, to see first hand the men and women who have given so much to this world to make it great, and likewise those who have generate unspeakable atrocities. All are so tempting.
To hear the words spoken by the great teachers and prophets of our time, writers, musicians, healers, rulers or to explore the mythologies and legends that have enchanted us for so long, to touch the sword in the stone, to stare down the medusa, to see the beauty of Cleopatra, to realize the truths. How could I, chose just one.
Or, should I delve into my own past? To relive a memory that has faded, one that I’ve relived over and over again one that has kept me going when times were difficult, or in the same vein, to take a look at the future directly after Angelus brutally took my life, to see Rupert in the days afterwards, to fill my heart with his hurt.
Usually, faced with choices, unless it deals with chocolate, this Romany is decisive, but now, faced with such an incredible gift, I’m not sure that I would chose any day, I would most likely decline.
But if I had to chose a day, just one day, it would be the first day, when the world was young, and fresh and uncorrupted, before evil set foot up the virgin soil, I would walk through the garden of Eden, taking it all in, breathing it, living it, being one with everything as it had been intended, communing on levels that have been lost, lying down with the lion and the lamb, that is if all of this was ever real.
And if it were real, the real question would be if I would munch on the apple, after it is a teachers favourite snack.
Muse: Jenny Calendar
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word Count: 394
But it’s like being a child in a candy store, too many choices. To watch history in the making, to see first hand the men and women who have given so much to this world to make it great, and likewise those who have generate unspeakable atrocities. All are so tempting.
To hear the words spoken by the great teachers and prophets of our time, writers, musicians, healers, rulers or to explore the mythologies and legends that have enchanted us for so long, to touch the sword in the stone, to stare down the medusa, to see the beauty of Cleopatra, to realize the truths. How could I, chose just one.
Or, should I delve into my own past? To relive a memory that has faded, one that I’ve relived over and over again one that has kept me going when times were difficult, or in the same vein, to take a look at the future directly after Angelus brutally took my life, to see Rupert in the days afterwards, to fill my heart with his hurt.
Usually, faced with choices, unless it deals with chocolate, this Romany is decisive, but now, faced with such an incredible gift, I’m not sure that I would chose any day, I would most likely decline.
But if I had to chose a day, just one day, it would be the first day, when the world was young, and fresh and uncorrupted, before evil set foot up the virgin soil, I would walk through the garden of Eden, taking it all in, breathing it, living it, being one with everything as it had been intended, communing on levels that have been lost, lying down with the lion and the lamb, that is if all of this was ever real.
And if it were real, the real question would be if I would munch on the apple, after it is a teachers favourite snack.
Muse: Jenny Calendar
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word Count: 394