Muses Of The Bothy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Patina watched the city fade, and be replaced by a vast landscape of stars, planets, intermingled with the constellations. Unfortunately, pollution made it difficult to see the wonders of the universe even with the best telescope. From tall buildings to cactuses, sand and tree's, the icy winds made Her luscious brown locks danced, and swayed underneath the skylight. Each step felt like a burden less she had to carry. The next town was a few miles from here but she had spent most of her money on the bothy, flights, and so on. The cliffs in distance were a testament to natures craftsmanship, they blended well with the starlight, and fauna dotted around. Patina felt an image forming in her head. She perched her body onto a bolder before unzipping her bag to retrieve a pallet, a brush, three tubes of paint, and a miniature canvas. Each brush stroke carried her fears away, creating a world of ethereal beauty where bills didn't exist, and respo

Patina wallowed for hours. Her spirit was broken, the floodgates of her grief opened, drowning the last spec of optimism she had, and if she were honest, she was tired of fighting. "So much for my new life." She moaned scrapping the dirt with her fingers. "Patina!" an elderly voice shouted. She ignored it not having enough strength to move her head. She felt a hand touching her shoulder so she looked towards the figure. Her head shot up seeing her Grandmother standing there in all her glory. Angelic, her grandmother adorned a white tunic with a pink cardigan, her hair was in curls, and resembled the snapshots of her youth. She felt stunned. "Hello dear, I know you've been struggling. Myself, and your grandfather have been watching, but I can promise you that things will get better but you need to keep go

Life has a weird of working out as Patina discovered, especially, now that Eric is prosecuted, and has to serve a fair stint in jail. She applied a stroke of emerald blue before marvelling at the deer frolicking in the grass. A yearling started licking the edge of her canvas so Patina gently nudged it back with the palm of her hand. From her vest pocket she gave the yearling silage to chew on instead. Patina gathered her brushes packing them away one by one to be cleaned once she has finished up the final touches to her landscape. The clouds rolled in casting shadows across the valley, Patina dabbed out the air bubbles on the painting smoothing them over. She held a bottle of setting spray, giving the canvas a once over, before removing it from the easel. She put the landscape inside before clearing away the rest of her art supplies. The deer were retreating to the woods with a few stragglers still playing around in the grass.

Rose strolled into the bustling building site with a white hardhat, and a cheerful smile draped across her ruby lips. A man was giving orders in the distance. His name is Daniel Blasio, but he preferred to be called Mr Blasio. He works as a builder, and site manager and has over twenty years of experience. Rose had clicked with him from the moment they had spoken over the phone. She just knew that he was perfect for the project. Over the last couple of weeks, he had done a superb job, and they were making swift progress. She surveyed the Bothy; it looked secured although it needed a definite facelift but it was a start. A shadow projected from the side of the building. Rose squinted her eyes struggling to see it before the shadow was gone. "Must be Tom." she whispered staring at the spot the shadow had occupied. Rose broke her ga

Rose gently lowered herself onto a deckchair. According, to Alexander there was a shower of stars forecasted for tonight. Rose's father had worked as an astronomer back in the days before man had landed on the moon. She believes this is where her fascination in regards to the planets, and the universe stemmed from. Sometimes, when the pain from her hips overwhelmed her, she imagined her husband looking down at her from the universe. His presence had always eased her worries, and made her feel optimistic. Rose stroked her wedding ring; she never went a day without wearing it. She missed her husband terribly at times but his memory would forever exist within the banks of her memory. She leaned forward to get up since the clouds were rolling in and the air became icer. Her bones creaked, after a bit of groaning, and willpower she extracted herself from the chair. Rose went back inside turning off the porch light.