Red sky with a sunrise

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There is always another sunrise in the horizon, at least, until the glowing hot ball burns out!” Gun Roswell

Red sky with a sunrise

It was red, burning so, the rise of the ball, in the very early morn’

Nothing more ‘gorg’ could this small being of the ground dwellers imagine then 

Than seeing this, glorious reddish tint, filling the very tall horizon

It was certainly a view to remember and to be reminded of

The power nature had on these, very, very small

And so, standing pretty much in total awe and gawk

Until the day break, did them shake, perhaps awake, but at least, urging to move on

Of cafes and such

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“The small cafe at the end of the street. A place nobody really ever sees, but it is still there, for those who dare, to wander off and find it  Gun Roswell

Of cafes and such

The city which never sleeps, well, it has to, sometimes, at least.

But those who dare to wander, no matter the time of the hour, will be happily surprised, while finding a place so nice, a cafe at the end of a small street!

So daring, taking a peak, just because it might just be the very place so many of us seek!

A quiet place, nobody cares about, not really, but those who do, will always and forever wander there, again and again.

Star Wars the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch, the Mandalorian and the Book of Boba Fett FanFiction – new stories posted on ao3 and fanfic.net

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The Bad Batch

I have uploaded several stories of fan fiction onArchive of Our Own(AO3)andFanFiction.netof the adventures ofThe Bad Batch, Star Wars The Clone Wars, The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett!

These tales follow completely original story lines diverging from theStar Warscanon. All of them being pure fan fiction akaFanon.Naturally! Still paying homage to the original series.

Go check them out here on AO3:
Breaking the Fourth Wall
Breaking Boundaries
Misplaced and Found
Haven
You don’t want to summon – Crosshair!
Worst. Pickup line. Ever!

Boba Fett / Fennec Shand

Or, on FanFiction.net:
TBB Breaking Boundaries
Breaking the Fourth Wall
TBB – Misplaced and Found
TCW Haven
TBB You don’t want to summon – Crosshair!
The Mandalorian Worst Pickup line Ever!

I’ve started a new story, which is a work in progress:
Trouble in…

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Midnight Landing

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“The sun is setting, as the airplane is landing, it’s almost close to midnight, the end of the flight” Gun Roswell

Midnight landing

The hour is late, and not time to hesitate, the landing will need to be done, soon enough.

Finding the nearest strip, before it will get too late, steering the craft towards it.

It has been a long day, a long flight, and the night upon, well, everyone of them want to stay strong, but as long as the wheels have not made their touchdown, worry ensues.

But there it is, lit, none too heavily, just the same, it’s enough, to guide, the wayward vessel back home.

Mending fences

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“Something about the fences, having been erected all over the place… doesn’t seem right, to keep something in or someone out, right?” Gun Roswell

Mending fences

They are all over the place, wherever you look, there is no cranny nor a nook, which has not been secured, by some kind of fence, either keeping something on the inside of it, or then, perhaps, not wanting trespassers getting there.

Whatever it is, someone wants to keep secure, thinking them things precious or at least, or perhaps they are afraid, that some kind of beast, will come around, and destroy it all?

Still, seems odd, as to why anything should be boxed in, for others not to even have a look-see, but hey, perhaps, there is a loophole of a kind, something to take a little peek through, and see, what it is they are really trying to hide in there?

Before there was a Dare Devil, but only the Devil remains

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“There is something to be said about people living their very lives, taking on every adventure, seeking  out new things, until their little hearts sing  – I hate the lot of them, so sue me!!!“ Gun Roswell

Before there was a Dare Devil, but only the Devil remains

I used to be a Dare Devil, now, I am just a plain ole Devil

Cursing loudly, dooming all those daring venturers to the very pits of hell

Wherever they might just dwell, they know whom they area! 

So, with that note, yeah, they will so go far, never minding what this ole Devil had to say.´

Just because they have all those dreams left in them, making them towards their destiny sway

Wanting to take a swing on the tallest branch and then dive into the great unknown without any qualm, doubt or whatever is needed to just do whatever their little rotten heart desires

Supposedly the fire within, and to inspire them to move along with their stunts and what nots. 

Yeah, I might have been one of them, once, but not any more

What remains is the bitter punch, and that even is totally a chore to achieve

As once you have left that spicy spirit leave?

Well, there is nothing but bitterness, which will let the broken heart heave

On a remote Island

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“Island life, can be a strife, but during summer time, all is simply fine” Gun Roswell 

On a remote Island

The place so remote, you will have to take a boat and then row it, a long, long stretch, before even let, close enough to the very space , the perfect spot, right there, on the dot, an island, which when boarded will keep you smiling, all summer long, but only if you can stay strong, never ever complain, about the lack of, all them creature comforts, left behind, on the mainland, as learning to stand, on your own feet, then and there, on the island bare, so far removed from civilisation, the only ones are the flying birds, which can you disturb, in the morning hours, but it’s all simply fine, as learning the mundane life, on the remote isle.

Faded holo image, of sorts

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“A faded photograph from the past perhaps? Or a manipulated image from the very now? You decide.” Gun Roswell

Faded holo image, of sorts

The vistas familiar, like seen before, perhaps in a window display of some store?

But certainly, the views nothing of any kind of bore, as this was straight from the ancient lore.

Well, perhaps not, but still, made you stop and have a look, didn’t I?!

A heavily manipulated snap from the now it might just be, nothing mysterious or giddy there to see. Or perhaps, there is?

Again, it is in the eyes of the beholder, to decide, what they can see in the image created by the pix snapper, with somewhat of an ease.

Crowd funded?

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“Too many people equals usually never a good thing” Gun Roswell 

Crowd funded?

Crowds, people, individuals, too many of them I see, out there on the streets.

Scary too they all seem to be, at least as far as I can see.

But perhaps if daring, venturing out there and them with a smile greeting?

Perhaps none too scared am I anymore, because maybe the thought had simply come out of lore?

People in crowds, being a mob?

The mentality of such groups somewhere in the memory stored?

And so, in there I go.

Just a simple hello.

Perhaps they will see me as a similar type to them?

Someone who could easily fit in?

A Piece of Art against the Blue Skies

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“There is just something about abstract art… I said there is something, not sure as to the what that something it is though!” Gun Roswell

A Piece of Art against the Blue Skies

The colours totally vivid, someone’s surely getting a headache, while staring too long at it!

But, it’s art, part of a famous exhibit so don’t go talking shit about it!

It looks like a head, or something similar, but never mind what it really depicts, because it can be anything and everything your heart might just desire.

And so, with that thought, simply stand there for a moment and admire, the work of an artist well known, already gone though, but its fine, as they left behind, a legacy of their own.