The dark light and the bright lights

Chapter one of a new story.

       The dark light and the bright lights.


The dark light and the bright lights. Two places we must journey and be observers,  become vulnerable to life's sin and opportunities. The daylights bring no peace to me. The new day and the warmth of the morning sun make the old places rebirth of miss places and people. I remembered a Scottish beauty. We would walk the German forest and climb the small mountain near. Watch the city moving and active. She loved me so. I remembered her asking me. Have you ever danced with the Devil? The Devil always lead. Love, dearest Johnnie is the light of hope. Please honey, quit drinking, you are slowly killing yourself. You are walking on a deadly edge leading you to hell doorway.

Nothing worthwhile is free. Everything cost and the payment will be due. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow or  maybe in the future days.   I ran away from my home. Detroit city left scars and disappointment. I left and I did not look back at the dying city. I wanted to walk on new soil, to see new skies and to look into new faces. I wanted to test life, travel and forget who I was. I have survived Basic training and Advance Army training. I had ordered for Germany and I went home to say goodbye in the late Fall of 1976. I sat with dear Grandparent and father/mother. We talks of things to come and the possibilities of life. I left the family behind, not walking but running.  I was on my way to Germany. I was excited to touch new land and place.

Show me the light, teach me peace. I shall walk upon the ancient soil and touch ancient buildings. I will listen to ancient people who fought and died. They saw good and bad days. Their lessons are simple. Strong people will survive and life is hard. The day is long and the night is longer. We must stand our ground even in defeat. A grain of sand hold a thousand secrets and a simple flower can arise new hope and dreams.  I loved Germany. Kind and friendly people. I took a German class and I was speaking enough German to fall into the culture of a beautiful country. I arrived to celebrate Fasching. The celebration of the birth of Spring. I liked Germany. No age limit for drinking, beautiful German girls and loud German men. My kind of place. I liked the celebration of Fasching. The tavern are filled with happy and contented people every Friday night. I fitted in like a perfect fitted glove. I could drink with great skill and gained many German's friend. I won many beer drinking contest. Winning many German drinking boots as my rewards. I sat alone drinking a large German beer and a shot of schnapp. I was joined by two German girls. Sabrine and Betty. They embraced me and they told me as I gave them a pack of cigarettes each. Time to dance and sing laughing American. I lite their cigarettes and my own. They inhaled the cigarettes and they kissed me once, than twice. I joined them on the dance floor and we danced for the upcoming days of Spring.

                             John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

New story had begin

Reviews

[sharma]

one feels this too often, the desire to run away. Yet these words suggest that instead of being powerless the narrator wants to experience. "I wanted to walk on new soil, to see new skies and to look into new faces. I wanted to test life, travel and forget who I was. a new perspective!

[Coyote Poetry]

When we are young. We want to run and test life. I left home and 20 years later. I live 15 miles from my birth. I told my kids. Travel, test life and have fun. You are young and free for a short time. Thank you Sharma for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[E G TEN]

Hey CP, such a journey you have taken, and its just the beginning
my writes are mostly fantasize, But you had took to a world that is
Real in life as you had experienced them and at the same made me
Fantasize about what music does the Devil Dance to, what happened in Detroit, what brand of cigs, did you share with them German Beauts, and where would you end up next,, this is way cool men, looking forward to the next. Thanks.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. The old days. Had to be "the Kool". German girls liked the "Kool cigarettes".

[Valentine]

John, from all of the things I have read that you have written, I read and wonder...did these things really happen in your lifetime or are you making up a story for us to enjoy??????? Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

This one will be real. I want to write how life is and can be. We need many people to built a life.

[Christoph Poe]

The grammar needs work. Of course mine does as well. I caught myself rephrasing some sentences as I read.

But the point is that I found it interesting even with the grammar mistakes? It almost makes sense for this to be written with the grammar mistakes. I take it you write mostly poetry? That's how it feels when I read, and of course we don't have to use complete sentences and perfect grammar when writing poetry.

So I'm intrigued! I'd like to know more about this character and what he's doing. I don't see my read requests, so if you write a second chapter please send it to my inbox. I'd like to read what happens.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Christopher. I will write some chapters next week. Doing inventory at work, No free time.

[jeannemarie coulter]

beyond a few typos it reads well and draws the reader in

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jeannemarie. I will edit on next day-off.

[Kelsey Schadt]

Whoops: hit submit before I was done. Let's try this again

I'm intrigued by the paradox of a dark light--I am wondering what this will mean, evil of a sort I suppose. I see this is a new story, not sure if you're ready for suggestions yet, but figured you can use what you want.

Paragraph 1: Adding quotes around her dialogue might improve the readability.
Paragraph 2: " I was on my way to Europe and Germany" I would reword this, maybe "I was on my way to Europe, specifically Germany."
Paragraph 3: Spelling and Grammar issues

You have many thought provoking sentences, lending the reader to see that the speaker is a deep insightful man. His past in Detroit interests me also, what specifically left scars. I can't wait to see how this develops!

[Coyote Poetry]

I will write more on next day-off. I will do a edit. A free-style write. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Kelsey Schadt]

I'm intrigued by the paradox of a dark light--I am wondering what this will mean, evil of a sort I suppose. I see this is a new story, not sure if you're ready for suggestions yet, but figured you can use what you want.

Paragraph 1: Adding quotes around her dialogue might improve the readability.
Paragraph 2: " I was on my way to Europe and Germany" I would reword this, maybe "I was on my way to Europe, specifically Germany."
Paragraph 3: Spelling and Grammar issues