Day 29 of 44 — As my stories continue the campaign is taking a slight change. Thank you to my new followers, more to come on this website along with my GoFundMe, BuddTalk’s Podcast, and more! Enjoy the short story prompt. Inspired by the artwork of Shanghai born painter 龐卡 Pang Ka Karl Bang.

Wednesday, November, 20 2019

It’d be the night all creators awaken at 3AM. After months of sleepless nights finally an hour worth missing.

“Why am I here to speak with you all?” Would be the question to the awaken. These are not your fathers of layman, teachers of children, nor mothers in plea — it would take a midnight bulb to unravel their identity. By dawn rest was not a concern. And seeking answers in a place most thrive above substance was the cow’s double edged sword.

Beneath the brightest of midnight an epic beam of trust lit up a canvas of black. Art in the sky would best describe a vibe so elegant. The daughters of one million greeters would appear to answer the question, but a conversation ending in epiphany is worth having if awkward be the price to pay.

“You’re here because they can hear you,” responds a young lady looking yonder out of bed.

How so are the antelope when the lions are tamed? At what cost do we expect an answer for sleeping with the beasts? Something had been afoot. And there at her foot was the paw. She never flinched but the hours leading into the chant she’d make her beacon appear.

“You sleep with these tamed monsters?”

“No, most of the night I’m awake. It’s hard to sleep,” she responds.

“What is this to you? A test?”

“I have two ears, I hear you. I have a mouth, I still dare to respond. My heart is beating and now pulse is rising. I’ve awaken because these hours I usually don’t sleep…”

“The message must not be for you. We’re approaching 330 — rest now.”

“But wait, I can hear you…,” she pleaded.

“Anyone can hear. Not many can trust.”

“Don’t you see the beast I sleep amongst? I dwell away from the herding cattle and sheep.”

Though her presence was grand in the eyes of many, her desire to reap would pause the speaker. Her father a greeter. Mother a caregiver. Creators awaken to create. When the speaker didn’t respond, she’d glare at the paws of Chester.

She’d sigh in relief as a reminder to never acknowledge such an hour. What goes around comes around. But shit get’s awkward when the moon shines on the wrong side.

-Budd

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I once thought long & hard about the challenges we give ourselves daily, of finding an eternal feeling of joy and abundance. Through inspirational explorations of my past, I've digested each experience with gratitude. Here on @vehicledigest.net you'll see what allows me to display my enthusiastic lifestyle. Allowing the words to be my vehicle through creativity, elegance, and wit.

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