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Post by tanyadell on Aug 16, 2007 7:18:05 GMT -10
oohh that was just a beautiful read............. thanks for sharing..... tanyadell  |
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Post by Ace on Sept 20, 2007 8:47:49 GMT -10
Musings of a protector
He's tired. He does not show it, but I see it in his eyes. He looks good in his Hugo Boss suits, all black these days, but I can see the shadows. The shadows he tries so hard to hide. I can see them, lurking in the back of his mind, ready to attack him when he is weak and vulnerable. I can see the eyes, that have lost some of the sparkle they held just a few months ago. Months that feel like years.
He is the first to arrive and the last to leave. A perfectionist he has always been, but this is not heathly anymore. It's been nearly a year, but still he suffers, has he lost something more than just his wife? I know he has, I've been told so. But renegades must suffer before they can reach absolution.
It pains me to see him like this, to see his strong wings ragged, but that was his fate. The shadows are too dark, too vicious, too tempting. But I have been sent here to make sure that he won't succumb into the ensnaring powers of the shadows ever again. He will have to keep fighting, he will have to keep living. He is too important, to us and to the people of 'his city', to be lost again. I am here, to make sure that he will continue redeeming himself.
And little by little his wings will be glorious again, always tinted black, serving as a reminder of his fall from grace, but he will be one of us again. Horatio Caine will be a heavenly protector once again.
"Miss Blaketon? The DNA..." I heard him.
"...wasn't a match to any of the suspects." I finished before he asked.
He looks so disappointed.
"Thank you Gabriella" and with that he left.
No thank you. Soon you will be forgiven, but now go to protect your city. I smiled. All will be well.
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Post by sanne on Sept 20, 2007 8:54:44 GMT -10
Lovely short story Ace....you are a good writer..... Sandra |
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Post by tanyadell on Sept 20, 2007 9:47:32 GMT -10
wow Ace............ that was really beautiful ! good to see your writing again! I miss your stories! tanyadell  |
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Post by Ace on Oct 19, 2007 0:43:16 GMT -10
Glen Oak, the small city in California, had never seen anything like him before. He was tall, his hair was like a flame dancing with the wind and his eyes, his eyes were so blue, you could feel yourself drowning in them, but they were sad.
He had been around for a few days, walking around, drinking coffee in the cafés. It was like he was there to do something, but lacked the courage to do what he came there to do. But people let him be, he wasn't acting suspicious and he lacked the malevolence that went with the bad guys. The usual gossip mill was at large though. I mean how often you would be able to see anything like him. The female population threw longing glances at him and the males were curious or angry because their female companions looked at him with lust in their eyes.
He did notice all this and it made the redheahed man amused, but he still needed her, only her. The one person who could make his life worth living. Her loved her so much that he had let her go when she asked for it. It had hurt him, it had almost killed him, killed his heart. And now he was here, he couldn't let her go on without letting her know how he felt.
He was once again just walking around, deep in thought. He was in his own world and wasn't looking where he was going. He sat down, and sighed. He let his head drop to his hands and he cried.
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Eric Camden was the minister of the local church, not a bad looking guy either, the female population had noticed this one too. Some of them went to church every Sunday because of him, some went to church because they believed and some went to church because they were forced to, all in all he was nice to look at.
But today was not Sunday, it was Saturday morning and Eric was on his way to his office when he heard soft sobs coming from the last bench. He made his way to the corner where the sobs were coming from. When he got closer he saw a man sitting there, head bent and crying. Eric's heart went out to him, that strange man seemed so lost. He sat beside the man and touched his shoulder, the redheaded man startled, but still kept his eyes cast downwards.
"I am reverend Eric Camden." he introduced himself. And finally the man looked at him. Eric's breath was almost taken away by the sadness he saw in the stranger's eyes.
"My name is Horatio. Horatio Caine." the redheaded man said after a long silence.
"You seem lost. Can I be of some assistance?" Horatio smiled at this, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"Only if you can mend a broken heart." Horatio said and sighed again.
"I might not be able to, but things have the way of sorting themselves out." Eric tried to console this man.
Horatio wiped the tears from his face and sniffed softly.
"I came here because I let the light of my life slip through my fingers. I need to find her and let her know... let her know my feelings. Why I did the things I did, why I said the things I said. I came here all the way from Miami to tell her this."
"Be patient and..." eric started, but was interrupted.
"Horatio?" came the voice. He looked up and saw her. And that was the moment he fell in love all over again. They stared at each other for a long while and Eric watched. Finally Eric stood up and went past her. He stopped, turned to her and said,
"You can use my office to talk , but don't do anything I wouldn't do."
She smiled and quipped,
"Well Eric, you and your wife have five kids and she's pregnant again. That leaves precious little for us not to do."
Eric laughed and walked out.
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Horatio had watched his exchange. First feeling jealous, then stupid and finally relieved. He opened his mouth, but she beat him to it.
"Horatio, I stood here long enough. I heard everything. I know why you did the things you did, why you said the things you said. I hurt you and you were trying to protect yourself. I hurt you by leaving, but you knew as well as I did that we couldn't be together. You were my boss, I was your gang expert, one of your CSI's. I had to leave because it hurt too much to be in the same city with you, all the while knowing the we couldn't be together. So I tranfered here, to California. But the pain is still here." She said and placed her hand over to her heart.
"Sara, my love. You hurt me and I hurt you back. I hope you can forgive me as I have forgiven you. I love you." he started and continued, " After you left, nothing was the same again. I resigned. I couldn't do it anymore. I resigned and came here, looking for you and to tell you that I love you and..."
He couldn't finish because her lips and crashed to his, effectively silencing him.
"I love you too." And they kissed again.
"Wait wait wait. You left your job? Miami? Miami was your home."
"Sara, home is where heart is. You have my heart." Horatio told her. She smiled and kissed him again, tears of joy running down he face.
Eric smiled and thanked God.
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Post by tanyadell on Oct 19, 2007 1:12:55 GMT -10
wow Ace............thats so beautiful I cried! loved the ending! tanyadell  |
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Post by sanne on Oct 19, 2007 1:18:13 GMT -10
Lovely short story Ace.......missed your writings.... Sandra |
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Post by lucymalta on Oct 19, 2007 1:56:24 GMT -10
Great to see your muse is back Ace.. I love this one....
Lucy
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Post by dragonfly on Oct 19, 2007 2:47:51 GMT -10
All beautiful stories! Loved reading them!
Dragonfly
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Post by Lian on Oct 20, 2007 23:41:32 GMT -10
OMG....that is just so freakin' awesome.
You are one excellent writer Ace.
Lian
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Post by Ace on Nov 11, 2007 10:43:52 GMT -10
Bang
The redhead jumps at the voice. It sounded like a gun, only it was too soft to be a gun.
Bang
The voice comes again. He stands up and goes to investigate.
Bang
The voice is closer now.
Bang
He goes into the kitchen and see's her, his dear wife. banging her head on the table while her friends are watching her like she was a maniac.
"Darling. What on earth are you doing?" he asks her.
"What does it look like I am doing?" she shots back.
"Well, you are...erm... were banging your on the table." he says.
"Heh, I knew there was a reason why you are the head of Miami Dade crime lab." She giggled and sent him a kiss.
"Yes, but what I haven't been able to deduce is why?" his eyes were laughing. She was sarcastic and this was nothing unusual.
"Well I was just simply trying to lower my IQ to their level" she said pointing to her friends.
To this he laughed out loud and so did her friends.
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Post by sanne on Nov 11, 2007 21:07:04 GMT -10
Funny, sarcastic story Ace....I like that Sandra |
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Post by lucymalta on Nov 12, 2007 2:56:25 GMT -10
He he... Cool.....
Lucy
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Post by tanyadell on Nov 12, 2007 8:54:48 GMT -10
wow Ace.......thats was too funny I love it!
tanyadell
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Post by Vicki Angela Shepherd Moon on Nov 14, 2007 2:42:13 GMT -10
ace u are so talnted love the story
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