“The midday sun is once again, making is play around, casting curious figures in all the shadows across each and every surface” Gun Roswell
Shadows of light
The multitude of sun light, casting so many shadows again, in the warmth of the midday plight, painting tall shadows to each and every surface there is to find, tell tale signs of a surprise, left behind, those curious figures for the mere mortals to admire and to figure out the purpose, if any, what was left behind.
“The many arches on the way, gently swaying in the mid day sun, during the walk to the very end” Gun Roswell
Arch all the way to the end
The long hallways, the ceiling arched, kind of smart if you think about it, the builders making it all so interesting, as those bricks laid long time ago, still remain in pristine and exact conditions as then, as in the before.
Taking a long stroll, walking slowly, without any kind of hurry, admiring the craftsmanship of it all, the very tall, pillars still standing there, absolutely bold, against time and us, small fleshy beings seeking for shelter, under the roof arching.
“Being by the side of water, any body of water, makes the ol’ sailor inside of this body all nostalgic and all” Gun Roswell
Along the long pier
Take a long walk, a run, or simply just hang around, the pier so long, it takes a moment more, to reach from the beginning to the end and then back again, but it does not matter as all around, there is water, boats and even some scenery, and that is all that is needed, for a stroll along the very long pier, perhaps if daring, even a dive to the inviting blues, as nobody will judge anyone wanting to take some time, under the warming sun, surrounded by the ocean making life so much more fun.
I have uploaded several stories of fan fiction onArchive of Our Own (AO3) and FanFiction.net of the adventures of The Bad Batch. These tales follow a completely original story lines diverging from the Star Wars canon. Fanon as I like to call it. Some of the themes are for the more mature audiences. All of it being pure fan fiction aka Fanon. Of course!
Go check them out here on AO3:
Good soldiers serve the Empire?
The Bad Batch – Old friends found in the strangest of places Part Two
Echo and Fives – After the Storm Passes
Echo/Fives – The Sun, The Sea and The Sand
A Seasonal Miracle
Double the Danger
On FanFiction.net:
The Bad Batch – Good soldiers serve the Empire?
The Bad Batch – Old friends found in the strangest of places Part…
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“Whether leaning against it, wailing for sorrow or perhaps just painting it in various colours, the wall made of bricks is still standing tall“ Gun Roswell
Against the Wall
Lean against it, you won’t fall, because this sturdy made wall of a thing, won’t let it happen, made long ago, built to last, those people from the past, knew you would need it, for the shelter, a cover from the harsh winds, or just a shade from the bright sun, or perhaps to a hideout, from whomever was on the look out, for the one who did not want to be found, standing their ground in the shadow of the tall wall, never to fall.
“The sun is shining again, after a long time being on the bend, at least, here, Up North, there is hardly any kind of daylight seen, not until now, the sun so bright, here is definitely light, in the darkness” Gun Roswell
The Sun
The sun became the very one, a synonym for late spring and summer, because before it was a total bummer, rain and wind, snow and cold for a while long, but now, it’s starting to look a lot like not x-mas, rather the days of something else, greens, blues and other colours too, life everywhere sprouting out, and all someone had to do was to shout; summer is here!
But, do not fear, winter will get back on schedule soon enough, if you are interested in that kind of stuff, like the snow and the sleet, when you totally get cold feet, but for now, let’s simply look up at the skies, as times do fly and soon enough, there warmth of the sunny rays, will be to bed laid.
“Seat in the side of the street, sitting totally sideways just to rest my tired feet, well it’s Sunday after all, so no fuss but to let the time stall” Gun Roswell
Seat sideways Sunday
The day long and sunny, some would say Sunday funny, but the warm weather so soon after a long while of cold and damp and grey, well, it got the better of this weary walker, on a simple Sunday stroll, taken just because, the weather was so nice and beckoning, thinking to be bold and so finally outside venturing, after all, these days, in the times of change, it was still a choice hard to be made, but not on this fined day, of a sunny and warm Sunday, but for a while, after taking the long tour instead and in a while, having a respite along side, was something totally needed and never mind, the passersby, looking at what the lazy one was doing, but not caring a single bit as there was no hurry to do more than just be and enjoy, the day of free, on this quiet and long day, and so, in place for a moment longer staying, before pushing on, showing everyone, this one was still strong after all.
“The cat sitting in the middle of the street? Well? It can mean several things really – waiting, wasting time, contemplating life, or just sitting, just because they can” Gun Roswell
Cat a contemplating on life
The cat who sat, in the middle of the street, someone even pleading, for them to move away, as traffic would most likely cause some dismay, alas, the cat who there calmly sat, could not have cared any less, because they had a bigger plan, the bigger picture to see, because this was no ordinary cat, whom simply on the streets sat, rather someone with many philosophical thoughts, their mind in a constant swirl of all the things in there hurled, thinking about life, the passersby, even the faint smiles given to them on a few occasion, and so, without moving much, the cat who on the street sat, kept on plotting and planning, the life as we know it scanning, taking serious notes, and then posting those, in the galactic wide board, for the rest of the life forms, to make a note of, a warning of sorts, of what the Hoomans of the blue globe, were doing, without any kind of good form.
“The day of free, well Friday at least, is upon us and what better way to celebrate than with a nice cup of coffee, right?“ Gun Roswell
Friday and a Cup of Coffee
Friday, is here and so, a giant enormous cup of coffee is poured, simply because, it is the best way, to celebrate, the fact, that the weekend is upon, even if the day itself and the coffee, really do not make any sense, but then again, coffee, goes with everything and nothing, and if I feel like it is the very thing, to be used for some minor celebratory action? Well, then, who will stop me?
So, now that it is all settled, I too, will settle, with my feet up, without too much of a huff or puff, and watch the weekend silently descend upon my very self, of course, enjoying my big cup of the finest organic suspension ever devised and that is all I am going to do, over this weekend of free, and if some of you disagree, feel free, to sue me!
“Take a ride, not on the merry-go-round, but rather on a tram, which can, go around the tracks just the same“ Gun Roswell
Green Tram Ride
Take a long, long ride, in somewhat of a merry-go-round, the best there can be found, only this time around, there are no small horses to ride, as this one, is a fun filled easy peasy green tram ride, taking the rider to all the places with a stride, as this ride will go right through the town.
The old school electrical cart, which well, in most greatly stocked cities can be found, rolling there on their tracks close to the ground, and that is the safest way to ride, with kind of a pride, on this green and funky and multi-wheeled car of a thing, a tram to as they call it here, up north.
And so, get a ticket for a small fee, and then you too can ride the whole day, “for free” never mind the time, and if you miss some things, while looking around, whatever there can be found, simply make another round, and see the city through the eyes or rather windows while riding the green coloured tram.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 