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    “Smooth move, Ex-lax “ the man said sarcastically.

I looked up from the puddle full of my mail to see the back of man as he walked away down the street. The rain and the night swallowed him up before I could see any more. I muttered a curse under my breath as I bend down to grab my soaked mail. Most of it is ruined, but it doesn’t matter. After all I am leaving my apartment and my job. I only just escaped the police. I needed to leave before they could find out who I am and where I live. It’s not as if it was bad enough getting caught for grand larceny, getting caught for resisting arrest would only make it worse.

I trudged up the stairs to my small apartment on the top floor, leaving a trail of water behind me. As I walked up to my door I heard music blaring from the apartment across from mine. I don’t know who lives in that apartment, but their taste in music is absolutely atrocious. The only thing that they ever play are show tunes and opera. It gets old really quick.

    I trudged over to my door and fumbled with the lock. It opened with a familiar click and I stomped down the hall. I threw open the door to my room and started pulling out drawers. I had to get packed and leave before the police could arrive. I took a duffle bag out from under my bed and brought it to the closet. I opened the closet and started putting shirts in the bag. When I had a nice layer of clothes at the bottom of the bag I reached down and opened my floor safe. I pulled out wads of hundreds and stuffed some into the bag and some into my pockets. I reached back into the safe and pulled out a pistol in its holster. I gave the gun a quick once over and put on the holster. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to use it. I reached in once more and pulled out a paper bag. I opened it gingerly and peered inside.

    It was my collection. A collection of my most favorite jewels. It is nearly full with individual gems as well as pieces of jewelry. The value of those gems was worth more than everything else I owned combined. I love and take care of them as if they were my children. I could never part with a single stone of my collection. I placed the bag in the duffle and wrapped it in clothes. I started packing more clothes in the packing in tight in the center like a cocoon. As soon as the jewels are safely bundled up I zipped up the duffle and slung it over my shoulder. I made a beeline straight for the door hall.

    It had all been part of the plan. Get home, pack up, bug out to my workshop. So far it had all gone according to plan, but once again the powers that be had it out for me. As I turned to close the door my duffle bag swung around and hit something. It cried out in surprise. I spun toward the noise and what I saw amazed me.

    It was the person from across the hall. I could tell by then open door and the obnoxious show tunes bouncing out merrily. She was dressed in leisure wear. Just old sweatpants, worn out sweat shirt, and slippers. There was nothing amazing about that, it has her face that amazed me. It was a familiar face. It was a face I would always remember, and with it came a voice that I could never forget.

    “ What is your bag full of? rocks?” She said irritably.

    It was her. The women from the jewelry store. The one who kneed me in the groin and knocked me out cold. The woman who caught my interest and my life and wouldn’t let go.

    “Smooth move Ex-lax “ the man said sarcastically.

I looked up from the puddle full of my mail to see the back of man as he walked away down the street. The rain and the night swallowed him up before I could see any more. I muttered a curse under my breath as I bent down to grab my soaked mail. Most of it is ruined, but it doesn’t matter. After all I am leaving my apartment and my job. I only just escaped the police. I needed to leave before they could find out who I am and where I live. It’s not as if it was bad enough getting caught for grand larceny, getting caught for resisting arrest would only make it worse.

I trudged up the stairs to my small apartment, leaving a trail of water behind me. As I walked up to my door I heard music blaring from the apartment across from mine. I don’t know who lives in that apartment, but their taste in music is absolutely atrocious. The only thing that they ever play are show tunes and opera. It gets old really quick.

    I trudged over to my door and fumbled with the lock. It opened with a familiar click and I stomped down the hall. I threw open the door to my room and started pulling out drawers. I had to get packed and leave before the police could arrive. I took a duffle bag out from under my bed and brought it to the closet. I opened the closet and started putting shirts in then bag. When I had a nice layer of clothes at the bottom of the bag I reached down and opened my floor safe. I pulled out stacks of hundreds and stuffed some into the bag, some into my pockets. I reached back into the safe and pulled out a pistol in its holster. I gave the gun a quick once over and put on the holster. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to use it. I reached in once more and pulled out a paper bag. I opened it gingerly and peered inside.

    It was my collection. A collection of my most favorite jewels. It is nearly full with individual gems as well as pieces of jewelry. The value of those gems was worth more than everything else I owned combined. I love and take care of them as if they were my children. I could never part with a single stone of my collection. I placed the bag in the duffle and wrapped it in clothes. I started packing more clothes in the packing in tight in the center like a cocoon. As soon as the jewels are safely bundled up I zipped up the duffle and slung it over my shoulder. I made a beeline straight for the door hall.

It had all been part of the plan. Get home, pack up, bug out to my workshop. 
So far it had all gone according to plan, but once again the powers that be had it out for me. As I turned to close the door my duffle bag swung around and hit something. It cried out in surprise. I spun toward the noise and what I saw amazed me.

    It was the person from across the hall. I could tell by then open door and the obnoxious show tunes bouncing out merrily. She was dressed in leisure wear. Just old sweatpants, worn out sweat shirt, and slippers. There was nothing amazing about that, it has her face that amazed me. It was a familiar face. It was a face I would always remember, and with it came a voice that I could never forget.

    “ What is your bag full of? rocks?” She said irritably, anger and sugar seeping through.

It was her. The women from the jewelry store. The one who kneed me in the groin and knocked me out cold. The woman who caught my interest and my life and wouldn’t let go.

    As I look up at the night sky, standing in a city, I see a closed view. The stars I see are only the brightest and they are too few. Its like looking out of a fogged window; but I have looked to a night sky that laid bare the universe before me. A sky so full of stars, so full of pure beauty that it left me awestruck, looking  up with my mouth agape. A view so bright with light older than the earth lit up the night and made the dark feel less oppressive. As I looked up at the sky I realized how dumb I must have looked, staring wide-eyed like a small child at a sky people had been seeing for thousands of years.

     “ There’s nothing new up there.” they'd say, “ What’s so cool about balls of burning gas?”, they’d ask me. I would rebuttal, “ If only you could see through my eyes you would see not only balls of gas, but an infinite universe of possibility. When I look up I see infinite planetoids, with life bound to be on one. I see galaxies spinning on forever. I see solar systems consumed by black holes, and spit out through white holes. I see stars dying, and I see others reborn.

    It saddens me deeply to know that there are people who will never see such wonder. That there are those who will remain in voluntary ignorance of this universe’s true beauties. I cannot count the times I have seen people give up the chance to see real beauty because they were too obsessed with something else. As if to be separated from it is to sever their connection to the world.

I try to do what I can to show others the world’s true beauty. I try to show them not only the  beauty of the night sky, but that of falling snow. I attempt to show them the beauty of song and that of human nature; but somehow I always fall short. So, for now, I will continue to be saddened and will continue to try. I will continue to show people the night sky in hopes they will feel as I do, and every success will bring another dreamer into this world.


  • Listening to: Vesuvius by Frank Ticheli

    “Smooth move, Ex-lax “ the man said sarcastically.

I looked up from the puddle full of my mail to see the back of man as he walked away down the street. The rain and the night swallowed him up before I could see any more. I muttered a curse under my breath as I bend down to grab my soaked mail. Most of it is ruined, but it doesn’t matter. After all I am leaving my apartment and my job. I only just escaped the police. I needed to leave before they could find out who I am and where I live. It’s not as if it was bad enough getting caught for grand larceny, getting caught for resisting arrest would only make it worse.

I trudged up the stairs to my small apartment on the top floor, leaving a trail of water behind me. As I walked up to my door I heard music blaring from the apartment across from mine. I don’t know who lives in that apartment, but their taste in music is absolutely atrocious. The only thing that they ever play are show tunes and opera. It gets old really quick.

    I trudged over to my door and fumbled with the lock. It opened with a familiar click and I stomped down the hall. I threw open the door to my room and started pulling out drawers. I had to get packed and leave before the police could arrive. I took a duffle bag out from under my bed and brought it to the closet. I opened the closet and started putting shirts in the bag. When I had a nice layer of clothes at the bottom of the bag I reached down and opened my floor safe. I pulled out wads of hundreds and stuffed some into the bag and some into my pockets. I reached back into the safe and pulled out a pistol in its holster. I gave the gun a quick once over and put on the holster. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to use it. I reached in once more and pulled out a paper bag. I opened it gingerly and peered inside.

    It was my collection. A collection of my most favorite jewels. It is nearly full with individual gems as well as pieces of jewelry. The value of those gems was worth more than everything else I owned combined. I love and take care of them as if they were my children. I could never part with a single stone of my collection. I placed the bag in the duffle and wrapped it in clothes. I started packing more clothes in the packing in tight in the center like a cocoon. As soon as the jewels are safely bundled up I zipped up the duffle and slung it over my shoulder. I made a beeline straight for the door hall.

    It had all been part of the plan. Get home, pack up, bug out to my workshop. So far it had all gone according to plan, but once again the powers that be had it out for me. As I turned to close the door my duffle bag swung around and hit something. It cried out in surprise. I spun toward the noise and what I saw amazed me.

    It was the person from across the hall. I could tell by then open door and the obnoxious show tunes bouncing out merrily. She was dressed in leisure wear. Just old sweatpants, worn out sweat shirt, and slippers. There was nothing amazing about that, it has her face that amazed me. It was a familiar face. It was a face I would always remember, and with it came a voice that I could never forget.

    “ What is your bag full of? rocks?” She said irritably.

    It was her. The women from the jewelry store. The one who kneed me in the groin and knocked me out cold. The woman who caught my interest and my life and wouldn’t let go.

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Dade Vesely
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I am a kid from Nebraska looking for some good art and literature. I hope to make my own someday.
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CloudtheHen Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2016  Student Artist
Welcome to DeviantART! I've seen your story, and your writing skills have LOADS of potential! Hope you feel at home in dA, and keep up the good work! :D
your jewel thief love story is truly a GEM! Aha


im super funny
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MashedPaDaders Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2016
Thank you for the comment you posted the other day. I appreciate you taking the time to read my story.
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CloudtheHen Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2016  Student Artist
You're welcome!

don't take me as bossy or anything but I would love to see more from you! :D
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MashedPaDaders Featured By Owner May 6, 2016
Thanks for the feedback. I will probably do some editing to both parts after I get a third part out. I intend to flesh them out a bit more so they feel more like a legit novel or book than just a short story. I am also going to start working on some new stories that are a bit darker than the ones I have now. I hope that doesn't bother you. I do appreciate the feedback and encouragement you give.:D (Big Grin) 
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I just posted a new journal entry if you want to check it out. I am also working on another story.:D (Big Grin) 
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Kouuji Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Welcome to DA! Hopefully you'll like it here, and if you have any questions or need help please ask :)
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