Welcome to. . . Quewriter's web site.
A short summary of my past.
story form
Where Am I
Where am I? There was slight hesitation, then the question was asked again.
Where Am I? The distressed words pierced through the blackness of the abyss to emerge from silence to cry out again. The sound and the question were both swallowed as if hidden from all realities and answers.
Please! The plea this time was desperate, as if drowning in need. Won't anybody, somebody, tell me where I am? A long silence followed and hope began to dwindle in the tiny, blood-filled heart as it's rhythmic beat began to slow.
Somewhere between pulses in the meager confines, a glorious shaft of light appeared. In the beginning the light was no larger than a thread. Then it expanded throughout the umbilical fluid bringing with it understanding and love to fulfill the needs of the small one within. With unfolding truth the light kaleidoscope into a myriad of colors which blended into hope.
In the twinkling of an eye the watery effervescence of the mother's womb became the Master's canvas it swirled with creativity. With each stroke of the brush a wondrous smile graced the infant's face. Portraits fused with revealed revelations to cinema scope the birth of a spirit.
As the delicate fibers of the brush neared the little one's heart, a giggle escaped into laughter. Then the Master unveiled an unfinished portrait. It was the wee babe itself being painted in the image of the Artist. At the bottom with the Master's signature was a promise that this spirit would no longer be hidden in the passing decades of time.
Thus shortly thereafter Paulis was born...Since that day long, long ago he has wanted to be a writer. Those special entrusted friends around me help complete this self portrait that was started years ago. I thank each and every one of them for becoming a part of my life .
Write soon my friends.
Sir Paulis LaBaine / Alias Que
