SHARP/SHOCK - Dancing All Night

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SHARP/SHOCK - Dancing All Night
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The Beach
Hereās my submission for @forduary, Week One: Portal
Seagulls circled overhead, their cries echoing loudly, clashing with the sound of the tide approaching and receding. Salt water sprayed lightly over him where he lay on the beach, eyes closed. The sand was coarse and dug into the layers between his clothes, a minor irritation on his skin.
If the man strained his ears, he could almost hear the sound of laughter, silly insults traded and teasing punches hitting shoulders. The man dug his twelve fingers into the sand beneath him, grounding himself. Opening his eyes he was met with a dull pink sky. One large orange sun hung at the horizon, while a second, smaller sun hung higher, a green ball of fire, giving off light.
Ford took in a sharp breath as his mind caught up to his situation. Raising himself slowly from the ground, he arranged himself in a defensive position. The sand beneath him shifted. He felt the grains slide beneath his collar and settle uncomfortably against the skin of his back. The saltwater spray still fell over him lightly.
What heād first thought were seagulls were a different creature, approximately three times the size of the birds native to his Earth, but with similar appearance and apparently less vocal power. They cried out and circled above him for a moment before flying away, over the ocean and down the sand away from his position. Ford cast his glance in a circle around him, taking in more details of his situation.
There were no immediate threats. The sand seemed to stretch on for miles directly ahead of him. But as he turned around, his view was overtaken by a vast ocean. The water was a brilliant pink, the same shade as the sky but a brighter, vibrant color. It swirled with life as it heaved against the shore. The water didnāt quite reach to him, but it was not far off either. Despite its color, it smelled just like the ocean had in his home dimension, brine mixed with decomposing seaweed.
While giving himself a moment to process his surroundings, he allowed his mind to wander. The portal heād jumped through had left him with a particularly nasty shock, causing momentary immobilization upon his arrival to the beach. It had left him winded and dazed, unable to move. But the sound and smell of the ocean beside him calmed Ford. So much he thought he mightāve hallucinated the sounds of their his childhood as well.
Heād have to prepare better for the harder jumps in the future. It wouldnāt do to be lost in a daze of memories, defenseless, while predators or bounty hunters locked into his position. Ford fiddled with one of the devices at his belt. It was meant to catalogue the relative safety and effects of each prospective rip between dimensions he went through, but the damage it had taken four dimensions back must have finally caught up with it.
With a sigh, Ford got to his feet and started trekking across the sand, parallel to the ocean, close enough to feel the light sea-spray fall over him. Droplets glittered down his dark outer coat. He mentally catalogued his resources and the length his supplies would last him. He trudged on, hoping to find either another tear between dimensions or settlement. The sound of the ocean beside him and the far off cry of seagulls and the harsh smell of decomposing seaweed filled him and had him reaching absentmindedly for the picture tucked away in his inner breast pocket.
He pulled it out and for just a moment he allowed the environment to wash over him. He could almost imagine if he turned around heād see the same two young boys and a wrecked sailboat sitting on the shoreline as in the photo. Just then a sizzling POP sounded and the air was thick with the smell of ozone. About fifty feet away a dimensional tear was opening. This could be his only chance to escape this place. Tucking the picture back away he sprinted across the beach to the hole. Pausing just before jumping in, he looked back. Part of him ached to leave something so familiar. The rift before him sizzled and snapped, as if it were struggling to stay open. There was really no choice. Ford jumped through. He came into a bustling market, somewhere between stalls and vendors hawking their wares. He shook of his disorientation and kept moving. That solved his more immediate problems for supplies, at least.
But later that night, around a fire just outside of the settlement, Ford thought back to the beach heād landed on. He fell asleep that night to the memories of laughter and adventure, the smell of the ocean still clinging to his coat.
SHARP/SHOCK - Dancing All Night
The Interrupters, SWMRS, Johnny Madcap, Sharp Shock Haunt Fonda With High Energy
#TheInterrupters #SWMRS #JohnnyMadcap and #SharpShock Haunt Fonda @interruptweets @swmrs @johnnymadcap @sharpshock @fondatheatre
By DONNA BALANCIA
The Interrupters headlined a night of high energy new wave music and Halloween hijinks at The Fonda Theatre that featured Swmrs, Sharp Shock and Johnny Madcap and the Distractions.
In case anyone was wondering where new wave music went, the night proved the genre is very much alive with each of the bands bringing the post-punk sound to Hollywood.
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Weekly Round Up (6/3/16)
Happy Friday! Weāre back with some more music for you. A lot of great stuff has come out this week. Check out our picks below.Ā
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