From: Stephen R. Savitzky (steve@crc.ricoh.COM) Subject: A Rose for Amethyst Newsgroups: alt.callahans Date: 1993-08-04 18:34:44 PST A middle-aged man who would be called the Mandelbear if he were in VR is sitting in front of a computer screen, typing. A large part of his mind, though, is someplace far away--in a silent glade where green crystals take the place of grass, in what seems a petrified forest, where a small stone rosebush is always blooming. It has leaves of dark-green jade, and thorns of obsidian sharper than needles, and a single tiny flower of purest amethyst. "Can you see me, Amy?" he asks. "Can you see my tears? It's been three years since you were born, and I miss you still." There is no reply; there never was. There is only the absolute silence of the stones. An X-window opens briefly into Callahans. Snuggles, at table 28X, is softly singing her friend's setting of Yeats's poem, _The Stolen Child_. Some people sing it up-tempo; this setting is in a minor key, haunting, disturbing, with an edge of pain and sorrow in it. "Around this time of year," the Mandelbear says, "I sometimes have trouble knowing what to say when people ask me how many children I have. I have two now--Kathryn and Emerald; they're wonderful. Amethyst Rose was stillborn--did I ever have her? Sometimes she seems like a big part of my life, even though all I will ever have of her is the memory of someone I never met." He quietly orders a glass of dark-red wine, and sips it in silence. When he throws the glass into the fireplace, the dark dregs burn with a flame the color of amethyst. "Farewell again, Amethyst Rose! I love you." He steps back into the shadows, into the X-window, into the silence of the stones. The man wipes away a tear and rises to go back home to his family and friends. Is someone watching from under the eaves of the forest? He will never know. -- \ --Steve Savitzky-- \ 343 Leigh Ave \ REAL HACKERS USE AN AXE! \ steve@crc.ricoh.COM \ San Jose, CA 95128 \ Free Cyberia! \ w: 415-496-5710 \ h:408-294-6492 \ \_________________________________________________________________________ From: Slash Maraud (mattp@matt.ksu.ksu.edu) Subject: Re: A Rose for Amethyst Newsgroups: alt.callahans Date: 1993-08-04 21:02:53 PST >"Can you see me, Amy?" he asks. "Can you see my tears? It's been >three years since you were born, and I miss you still." There is >no reply; there never was. There is only the absolute silence of the >stones. >He quietly orders a glass of dark-red wine, and sips it in silence. >When he throws the glass into the fireplace, the dark dregs burn with >a flame the color of amethyst. "Farewell again, Amethyst Rose! I >love you." Matthew throws his glass... -- MARAUD OUT> Aieshtemasu, Kashii-Chan. KITTEN IS A WEENER! Didja ever notice... Why exactly do you supposed Dairy Queen ever used the word Scrumpdillyishus? These are the eyes of disarray -- Titania. From: K50CC@CUNYVM.BITNET (K50CC@CUNYVM.BITNET) Subject: Re: A Rose for Amethyst Newsgroups: alt.callahans Date: 1993-08-05 13:04:25 PST In article <23q0f6INN766@matt.ksu.ksu.edu>, mattp@matt.ksu.ksu.edu (Slash Maraud) says: > >>"Can you see me, Amy?" he asks. "Can you see my tears? It's been >>three years since you were born, and I miss you still." There is >>no reply; there never was. There is only the absolute silence of the >>stones. >>He quietly orders a glass of dark-red wine, and sips it in silence. >>When he throws the glass into the fireplace, the dark dregs burn with >>a flame the color of amethyst. "Farewell again, Amethyst Rose! I >>love you." > > >Matthew throws his glass... As does the other RL Matthew. KKKKSSSSSHHHHHHHHH KLAZAR (Though we may never know,perhaps your words are heard and you will know that in the future.) From: Kelly (ceallach@clark.net) Subject: Re: A Rose for Amethyst Newsgroups: alt.callahans Date: 1993-08-05 08:34:43 PST Stephen R. Savitzky (steve@crc.ricoh.COM) wrote: : He quietly orders a glass of dark-red wine, and sips it in silence. : When he throws the glass into the fireplace, the dark dregs burn with : a flame the color of amethyst. "Farewell again, Amethyst Rose! I : love you." Ceallach's glass follows Mandelbears into the fireplace. -- h - ceallach@clark.net | Sometimes the Dragon Wins...... | w - M24013@MITRE.ORG | 42 Why Not?!? | snail - 783 Quince Orchard Blvd #34, Gaithersburg, MD 20878 From: taldin (taldin@mri.com) Subject: Re: A Rose for Amethyst Newsgroups: alt.callahans Date: 1993-08-06 17:09:06 PST Taldin smiles, in rememberance, knowing that in his own private Unicorn Grove, now lost somewhere in the bounds of time and disk backups, is a single crystal amethyst rose bush, grown from a rose once taken from the set that Colleen brought with her. "People would ask me, why the rose bush, and I would tell them it was in rememberance of Crystal Amethyst Rose." "Who's that?" , they ask. "Well, she's the daughter of a friend, in alt.callahans." "What's that?" "A very special newsgroup." "I remember, Steve. You have two fine daughters, and you and Colleen have a lot of love to give them. The third, that never knew her sisters, well, you have a lot of love for her still. If I remember, you had a song for her, once.. I wish my archives weren't across the country or I'd dig it up, if you wished." "Has it been that long? Khai.." -Taldin -- The only true constant is oneself. People change. So nothing's constant. The views and opinions stated above do not represent the views or opinions of my employer, to my knowledge. Just me. ------Jeffrey 'Taldin' Young ------ taldin@mri.com From: DreamyJim (jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu) Subject: Re: A Rose for Amethyst Newsgroups: alt.callahans Date: 1993-08-14 14:54:44 PST "HUGS!!" DJ. "And hugs from us two !" Linda and Robbie. -- Jim Pierce jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu Disclaimer: Standard. "Oh Call me 'The', for heavan's sake !" Atilla The Hun { Michael Palin } From: Gian-Paolo Musumeci (musumeci@gpx.lis.uiuc.edu) Subject: Re: A Rose for Amethyst Newsgroups: alt.callahans Date: 1993-08-04 18:53:09 PST Gian-Paolo walks up behind the Mandelbear. "I'm sorry...not a whole lote else I can say, except to offer you my sorrows." He clasps Mandelbear's hand, briefly, looking into his eyes, then releases it and goes back to his place. ---------------------- Gian-Paolo Primo Domenico Musumeci University of Illinois at Urbana Champaign 404 Park Lane Drive Champaign, Illinois 61820 e-mail: musumeci@gpx.lis.uiuc.edu << PGP 2.2 Key Available Upon Request >> "The best proof of absolute love is absolute trust." From: amy hamilton cross (across@ux1.cso.uiuc.edu) Subject: RE: A Rose for Amethyst Newsgroups: alt.callahans Date: 1993-08-05 07:35:18 PST Amy quietly stands, shivering at the coincidence of names, and whispers "I'm so sorry." All that can be offered is a hug, and the belief that there really is someone watching from the trees... From: The Didi-Sprite (braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca) Subject: A Rose for Amethyst Newsgroups: alt.callahans Date: 1993-08-06 10:44:46 PST Mandelbear talks of his Amethyst: @>- "Can you see me, Amy?" he asks. "Can you see my tears? It's been @>- three years since you were born, and I miss you still." There is @>- no reply; there never was. There is only the absolute silence of the @>- stones. [ ] @>- He quietly orders a glass of dark-red wine, and sips it in silence. @>- When he throws the glass into the fireplace, the dark dregs burn with @>- a flame the color of amethyst. "Farewell again, Amethyst Rose! I @>- love you." .-~~-.--. : ) .~ ~ -.\ /.- ~~ . > `. .' < ( .- -. ) `- -.-~ `- -' ~-.- -' ( : ) ~--. : .--~ .-~ .-~ } ~-.-^-.-~ \_ .~ .-~ .~ \ \' \ '_ _ -~ `.`. // . - ~ ~-.__`.`-.// .-~ . - ~ }~ ~ ~-.~-. .' .-~ .-~ :/~-.~-./: /_~_ _ . - ~ ~-.~-._ ~-.< -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- TO A CHILD WHO INQUIRES ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How did you come to me, my sweet? From the land that no man knows? Did Mr. Stork bring you here on his wings? Were you born in the heart of a rose? Did an angel fly with you down from the sky? Were you found in a gooseberry patch? Did a fairy bring you from fairyland To my door -- that was left on a latch? No -- my darling was born of a wonderful love, A love that was Daddy's and mine. A love that was human, but deep and profound, A love that was almost divine. [ ] BY: Olga Petrova ----<--<* & *>-->---- The Didi-Sprite wipes a tear from her eyes. "Children are treasures to be cherished ... the saddest thing in the world is when one slips away." For Amethyst and Rachel ... and all the others who could not stay. ----<--<@ The Didi-Sprite Lausanne * Switzerland braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca didi@geloser.login.qc.ca