Yuletide 1918: the house is set for the holiday season, the tree looking beautiful with its small little electric lights, a crackling fire in the main parlor fireplace. Mother not missing a room each with its own special touch for the season, days upon days making everything just so. The smell of fresh baked bread, pies, cookies and the smell of cinnamon hit the nose in all the right ways.
I walk towards the large kitchen always the heart of the house with 11 other brothers and sisters plus the folks aunts and uncles. I hear the usually commotion, so many voices, old good-natured arguments, catching up from the past fall, the bark of laughter the lovely smell of roasted lamb a special treat even on a sheep ranch. As I'm almost too the door one of my bothers, Julian, call out to me, best nose in the family, how he can tell me apart with so many of us together, I'll never know. I call back and push open the door into the warm kitchen...
Yuletide 1919: Why I’m constantly drawn back to this cold ruin I can’t say, nothing lives in here anymore other than memories and ghosts. I don't see how that could ever change. My only company the cold Kansas wind blowing though what few walls still stand. Snow settling on the once spotless floors the fireplace hearth stone cold the way it will always remain, ruined... cold...forgotten.
The sun long since down, the floor is hard and cold the wind is blowing into a gale, I should be going away from this place, Ive tortured myself enough for today. Yet I can't work up the will to move from this spot, there seems to be no real reason, I'll just sit here awhile longer, why not?
( As of right now the Spanish flu of 1918-1919 was one of the worst pandemics in modern history. Wiping out entire families and even small towns, low estimates putting in the death toll at 50 million+. And just for the record this has been the unfortunate backstory of GS for close to 10 years now.)
I start seeing the picture - coming back from world war 1 having survived, only to have everything fall to pieces 1 year later. I guess that set him up for a more daredevil career through the '20s. Including airdropping booze-relief packages for fellow resistance fighters behind enemy lines.
You don't do that kinda thing if your family is waiting for you to come home in the evening.
I start seeing the picture - coming back from world war 1 having survived, only to have everything f
Which means there must have been another sobering experience to get him more serious. As a famous WWII era fighter ace once said: "There's daredevil pilots. And there's old pilots. But there ain't no old daredevil pilots."
Which means there must have been another sobering experience to get him more serious. As a famous WW
Once again very good deductions and observations, you are once again very correct. His self-destructive tendencies could not have continued unabated or sooner or later especially being a border collie known for their drive, he would have succeeded. But you can see from the other pic he grew into old age and the once burnt house was rebuilt. So what changed, unfortunately while it has been written, I haven’t had the time to have it commissioned.
Once again very good deductions and observations, you are once again very correct. His self-destruct
Sounds like one helluva glorious close call. Category "If I survive that, I can brag about it for the next 50 years." Except it might be too embarrassing to brag ;)
Sounds like one helluva glorious close call. Category "If I survive that, I can brag about it for th
Yeah I would say part embarrassment and part not wanting to draw attention to yourself for being at least partially responsible for almost leveling a historic and prestigious hotel :-p
Yeah I would say part embarrassment and part not wanting to draw attention to yourself for being at
It really could be especially with the holidays right around the corner. I enjoy NSFW pics as much as the next fur, you only need to look at the rest of my gallery to prove that, this said I really enjoy exploring deeper subjects with my characters as well. Yes they might have tails and look a bit different but how would they handle success, failure, love, lost and or grief ?
Either way I'm glad you got something from the art and or story, thanks for dropping a comment
It really could be especially with the holidays right around the corner. I enjoy NSFW pics as much a
