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Writer's pictureGary Hewitt

Dark energy is about

Greetings all and first up let me say thank you to Anna, Jo, Louise and Shilpa for stopping by and leaving your thoughts, likes, loves and shares. I'm glad yesterday's post caused a modicum of amusement for you all.


Today I turn my attention to dark energy. Now, some of you might start thinking, oh, Gaz is going to witter on about witchcraft, hexes, diabolical intention and so forth. I would say to you, certainly not. Such things hold little interest to me unless I'm going to do a spot of fiction. The topic today is based upon my little viewing pattern upon the Universe series.



When we look into space, it appears that most of what we see is actually a very small component to what is out there. The rest is made up of stuff such as dark matter which is very hard to get your head around and this in turn leads us to explore dark energy which science is only dabbling at. You see, dark energy is actually a thing and has nothing to do with demonic babblings or strange incantations. I'm looking forward to seeing how this will be explored as we all move forward. It's all truly fascinating.


My thoughts also turn to the news where Russia have these magic missiles. Truly, the nonsense being spoken by the Putin puritans is stuff of comedy. Alas though, no-one is laughing. Apparently, they have plans to launch a nuclear weapon at sea which would then launch a tsunami that would cover the whole of the UK but then miraculously stop at the border of France. This is extreme precision indeed.



Of course, were Russia to launch nuclear bombs then there is absolutely no chance of a retaliatory response or the fact that the fallout from such an assault would in no way reach Moscow, St. Petersburg or elsewhere. I know our politicians and media are not adverse to their Pinocchio moments but this truly takes it to a whole new level. Nuclear war means everyone loses. The only winner is the grim reaper and it pretty much means game over for mankind and life on Earth. It's rather disturbing that such foolishness even gets a mention, let alone on a state run media channel.



Well, on that note let's see what I can uncover from the vaults today. Here goes nothing...This one is a bit of a chiller, so those who would rather not glance into tapping into horror please avert your eyes. For the rest of you...enjoy


Once


I remember. My black eyes search for the spot. One barren patch where nothing ever grows. I touch the ground, grief snares my heart like a fox with triumphant teeth on a dying rabbit. My tears at one time would fill the heavens yet my prison of distress is truly empty.


It was oh so quick. One punch on the back of the head, carnal rage and over in less three minutes. One throat cut and life emptying into tarmac.


Such injustice came that night. The maniac escaped. I know he still walks yet I’m aware of those who hunt him. Sometimes, if you stay silent you can hear the hounds breath full of fire and fury. He sealed his fate years ago. I take comfort that with the shortening of his heart beat the beasts draw ever closer to him.


A puddle with a veil of mud forms. I look into the murky pool and can just make out my form. My shoulders are touched by fading blonde locks and my skin shimmers in a wave of moonlight. My blue lips purse and a chilly gust of steam escapes my lungs.


Someone walks by yet he doesn’t seem to spot me. I see the horripilation caress his neck though and his pace quickens. I step back. My form begins to diminish and I hear my name called. I turn to see a great burst of light and they’re telling me to go now.


I look back once more and there is nothing. Nothing but the patter of rain and release.




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