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Father Lied, My BrotherBeat me strong and abuse me right,Father Lied, My Brother by TristanCody
Oh Father, who knows all I do not.
Let me give my life to your cause,
please! My body - yet your beliefs!
Kneel to the throne, I seldom will
Reciting the oath, "Peace be Still,
Life be Saved, and a rebuttal for all!"
Watch, I will, as they drag him away -
my own brother who spoke against them.
He cried to me the anthem of their sin,
"Piece of Steel,
Life be raped,
and a bullet for all;
the lowly poor!"
"Please, place no faith in he who holds
the gun to the head of a flawed child
in the name of 'survival'! It is this man
who will stand alone, that shall be lead
towards the stock and barrel of Panama."
I shall ponder, Oh Brother, on your words
and if they reside till stead of night, in right,
I leave myself to fight the side of rusted might.
Instill the hope and light of unbiased plight.
My eyes, my heart and my mind
open to all in vibrant shades
of sadness and of b
I've Been Reading a Bit Too Much Sherman AlexieGod, I've been readingI've Been Reading a Bit Too Much Sherman Alexie by WordsOfThunder
too much Sherman Alexie.
I approach the counter with a
"Ya-Hey" for the young teller
who looks at me as if I
were speaking Cantonese
I won't say Spanish; if I said
"Hola," she'd be the first to
ask me about my day
She'd be the first to catch me
in that particular lie:
I do not speak Spanish.
God, I've been reading
too much Sherman Alexie.
At the gas station, watching
possibly the world's most
overpriced commodity drain my
pockets, a fancy-old Honda
accessories worth more than the car
takes the pump's backside.
There's a brotha behind the wheel
now draining his pockets;
I strike up a conversation
about cold air intakes
And suddenly, an "ennit?" slips out
punctuating the end of a sentence
and his face changes. I'm not
mocking him, but he thinks
his friend thinks
his three loitering brothas think
that I am, and that's all that matters.
God, I've been reading
too much Sherman Alexie.
My faher s
Until The Cows Come HomeI.Until The Cows Come Home by WordsOfThunder
The insanity of what men do to one another
Understood by children, underwhelmed by politicians
We grow, we live, we love, we die
Constant as sunrise, oceans and taxes
Yet in all things, we still wage war.
We all wage war, the powerful
Against the powerless, the big
Against the small.
It is what we are.
The cows observe the plows
Wings, things, or diamond rings
Chasing eternal symbiotic leaves
Leaving man to his own decrees.
Man hates himself, so much hate
Yet loves what many others may supply
So he takes, packratting it all away
For his own pleasures.
This is who we are; we cannot change
It is our fate to launch a war
To finish it all, to declare one man
A winner, one man to rule them all.
A lonely king on a lonely hill
In a lonely castle over a dead empire
Rivers running red, fields flowering ferrous
He's alone today, tomorrow will die alone
The last skeleton on an empty throne
With no men left to bury him.
Then, with all the warriors dead,
The cities gone
The Whorl - Roam"The rideThe Whorl - Roam by Bil-Sabab
On a bell
On the way
Of the flow...
on the side
of the moth..."
At the very close
To the night:
In the hoary -
The Carnage -
Shake to the hanging!
Walk to the Face - the picture - figure -
Turn to the way
under voice of ever -
Drowning the top
Killing the criers.
By the fire
As a Wish -
The heart of Atlantis "This isn't even that well made," Christian whined, "I mean the pearls say made in China."The heart of Atlantis by Nala-tasha
I rolled my eyes. Christian had always been the one to be able to whine over the tiniest things like that. She was on a vacation for goodness sake and all she could do was shop. And unlucky me had gotten dragged here because mother and father had promised me that they'd take me on that glass boat trip I'd wanted so badly to take. But for the mean time I'd have to deal with the brat.
"Megan are you even listening?!" She complained.
I sighed, "Of course I am; it's such a shame."
A smile appeared on her face, "Of course, which means we should go find another store that sells real products."
I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips and earned an ev
Some of our selected featured works. Enjoy !
what fear is.Lainey has been dating the same man for a while now. If you ask me what he does for a living, I won't be able to give you much of a straight answer. My theories revolve around some kind of corner office with a rotating door of lawyers and accountants. He may not even know what he does on the twenty-seventh floor.what fear is. by laurotica
Lainey has her qualms about the relationship already, as the early throes of the tryst begin to take the serious turn. It's about time.
"More like we're dating only one day of the week!" she'll exclaim. "He's spending the rest of the week behind his desk!"
I asked her a few weeks ago, when the problem first surfaced, if she's told him how she feels.
"No, why would I?"
She's afraid, naturally. In her last relationship she brought up something similar, and the unfortunate boy broke her heart a few days later. Of course, she doesn't know if the same thing will happen here, but that's what fear is: not knowing.
We often lunch with Arabelle, who works days as a nanny and eve
a post-apocalyptic christmas.Ember had been the one to bring up the idea of lights, after finding some in a tangled mess in a garage down the street. We were on a routine trip to scrounge for canned food and supplies. She'd held up the ball of glass and wire and said, "Wouldn't it be fun to do this again?"a post-apocalyptic christmas. by laurotica
"It's just like the good old days," she sighs to me now, and pulls down her hat when the wind begins to nip at the frost-burned of her forehead. She's got it worse on her toes, but her face never shows it. "We had them up every year."
I was leery of doing it at first. It may be too cold for the undead to emerge from their cavernous homes without freezing solid, but they're still attracted to bright lights and shiny objects. All it would take was one curious thrall to have the whole lot of them coming after us again. I had a theory that if they travelled in a big throng, they would produce enough heat to keep their joints from locking into place. Luckily, they weren't as smart as I suspected they mig
Regards, The Abortionist.A letter came in the mail from a return address I wasn't sure existed for some time. It still did; the address was the exact same. The handwriting was quick and short, and the request seemed simple enough. I put on my coat and found myself walking down the street under a thick grey sky, one hand in my pocket and the other keeping my hat from being claimed by the wind.Regards, The Abortionist. by laurotica
The buildings grew dirtier the further east I travelled. Grime crawled up the sides of the walls from the sidewalk, and the sewer drains gurgled with yesterday's waste. A homeless man in a tattered version of my own coat held a tin cup out to me, mumbling something about spare change. I gave him a handful of nickels and buttons and wished him well before arriving at the old brownstone.
The sign that had once stood in front was marred with rust and beaten up by time, all of the letters missing except for an M and a D.
A For Sale sign hung in the window in front of a thin white curtain.
I rapped a closed fi
Strawberries and ChampagneBlow out the candles alreadyStrawberries and Champagne by Vellaroque
happy twenty year anniversary.
This is our last celebration
grand finale to your so called dedication.
Frail flames are the reminiscence
of shared sparklers during days of acquaintance
which, indeed, would have lasted longer
if your desires didn't get to conquer.
This room reeks of stubborn flavours
masking insincerity to return the favour.
So a toast, to your newly acquired taste
Though artificial, all shall not go to waste.
Don't just stand there all so wary,
pop the champagne and savour the last strawberry.
Deceptive taste buds do not matter
because victory has never tasted better.
32:3I poked holes into my palms32:3 by TristanCody
when it came time to pray.
Hoping that maybe some of the holy liquid
into the cathedral floors
and into bones holding up sinners &
saints. I thought
God would understand my sentiment of knowing
departed people and the segments
that drove them mad.
The Sundays that stood churchless
in the yard, outside by dad's
always told me stories of the whale
that swallowed the man that swallowed
his pride that ate his faith
and ended up a new whale with hands
as big as baskets.
To this day he hands out bread
in his fresh-baked book of poems
and waits for me to poke more
tiny holes into my tiny hands.
Half-praying a please.
Eyelash BrushesHe wasEyelash Brushes by GuinevereToGwen
the first boy to ever wink at me,
and I remember thinking that a wink
was profoundly intimate,
like a lightly-brushed hand
or soft-spoken words.
I remember painting myself
a portrait with a palette of
the shy romantic,
the blue-eyed pop star,
the broken-hearted bad boy,
and the winker,
the winker with
ears of techno music
and eyes of almonds
who sat next to me in the bus
and told me bad jokes
while I rolled my peanut-pupils
and tried not to laugh.
And when his exit caught
on the spokes of one bad joke,
on the loose strings of a snide comeback,
when he turned back to me and winked,
I remember thinking
that his colours were the brightest of them all.
Marry Me, StayDoes the silence matter to youMarry Me, Stay by melegram
the way it does to me?;
a cold, fast feeling that breathes
-- and when you breathe you sink and that reminds me:
words are beautiful,
but my tongue is
as plump and firm as the ripest strawberry.
You're grinding your teeth together,
saying smoke is light and pillowy
but time is nauseating.
There's too much of it
-- it's too quiet for our brains.
I say with a heavy,
that provokes you to tear into my cheek.
hate what you do to me.
The Pact of White Death.The Pact of White Death. by Timothi-Ellim
The frost chills Maya to the bone.
Slow and delicate, almost immaculate, the winter consumes her. Wordless and vicious, the cold enters her veins and culls the heat of life from her throbbing heart.
For Maya, every heartbeat is a toll of the funeral bell and on the third, her legs crumble to the floor, dead.
Devoid of all feeling but still unwilling, Maya crawls through the engulfing snow with bare hands, blistered and bleeding, trying to escape the white death she is becoming.
Red blood turns a vile blue and on her white washed hands, Maya sees, with trembling eyes, the ethereal hue of her life ebb away; weaving through her grasping fingers like tepid sand.
Life pulses turn into hemorrhaging seizures and Maya falls gasping onto a deathbed of snow, clawing at her throat.
She convulses and her soul fades into the b
UnchainedThe boy and his father heaved the fishing net out of the water and onto the deck of their boat, where it landed with a loud slap. It was full of the usual slim, silver-colored fish, but there was something much bigger in there, too. “I think it’s a shark, Pa!” the boy said excitedly. What a lucky catch! Rich people were willing to pay a lot for shark meat. But as they pulled the net away from the struggling creature, it became clear that it was no sea creature that they had ever encountered before.Unchained by LindsayIrene
A long, slim body that was that of a fish below the waist, where it was covered in irridescent blue-green scales. Light blonde hair. A face prettier than any other the boy had seen, with high cheekbones, two beauty marks just above the full lips, and eyes that were exactly the color of the sea that she had been pulled out of. The mermaid blinked, sat up, then fixed the two fishermen with a frigid glare.
The father let out a low whistle. “A siren,” he breathed. &
THE DANCE OF SHADOWS (The Prophecy)~~~Legacy of the Final Sunrise~~~THE DANCE OF SHADOWS (The Prophecy) by xxTeh-ninja
A mortal amongst immortals, driven by flame and burning brightly.
This was the child known by prophecy as the “Sunrise of Mankind”, the connection between the realm of magic and the norm.
The Sunrise connected the light of day to the shadows of nightfall. Until one day, the Sunrise did not come, and both halves of the world fell.
And with the Sunrise gone, it was a time of eternal shadow. The light had faded, until extinguished, bringing the onset of darkness.
The Sunset was pleased with the shroud, but yearned and pined for its other half. The Sunrise’s vanishing made the dark of night grow cold and lonely, and so the Sunset came upon the decision to revive the light to the land.
The Sunset tried with all its might, and in turn, was rewarded with the return of the Sunrise. Two halves of the same being and heart, which had once gone cold, were rekindled anew, becoming as one.
A Simple Story (1 of 26)It's a simple enough story to start, and it starts like so many do. It starts with a storm. Some say the gods storm when there's fire in their bellies. Others say it's the gods fighting. Others say it's the way of the clouds, and gods ain't got nothing to do with it. Way I see it, clouds, gods, or just dumb luck, it was a hell of a storm, and without it, well, without it we wouldn't be sitting here.A Simple Story (1 of 26) by echo-mlb
She found herself on a boat in that storm of storms, and that's never the place to be. It wasn't a big boat, nothing more than a sail to catch, a rudder to steer, a hull to hold her, and a full balloon to keep her flying. She found herself near thrown clear of her boat, but she managed to hold on.
The storm pulled her sails away from her, picked her up and threw her across the sky, skipping her off the cloud floor like a flat stone over across a still pond. She was thrown clear of where she thought she was, and ended up someplace she couldn't pin on any map. The only reason she stopped, was
The OverturePersecution could not destroy them, the sons and daughters of Senetar. As in the days of deep time, when the legends told stories of living mountains and their vengeance against these people, ever did they endure until the end of time. And though few remained during the last purge of their race, they stood strong among many. Among them was Herin, the grandson of Etaium, the first of all men - and he was the offspring of Malaliomne, mother of all to be. His people were called the Shadow-Makers, for they controlled the darkest of matter and ripped holes in the air like cloth. They made their homes in the far green countries and vineyards of Artaka. In the days when the Iacum -what we call Humanity- sought to destroy them, Herin came to the battlefield in ferocity, and the humans trembled in fear of the sight of him. Yet Herin was not viscous at heart, for he was generous and kind, and fatherly to all those who sought his kindness. The blessings of the Great Beings were upon Herin, and hiThe Overture by TheAmastereth
Funeral TimeFuneral Time by RedSoul77
Just for a moment,
After the adventures I go through,
I reflect about what I did,
I reflect about what I’ll do.
Time passes by,
Even in the land of Ooo,
They used to say I was too young,
Although, I was a warrior too.
Jake, my brother,
I guess we’ve just got old,
Princesses became queens,
Ando our legends are already told.
Oh, Queen Bubblegum,
You said you wouldn’t cry for me,
You are even more beautiful,
But we were not meant to be.
Oh, Queen Marceline,
Your face is still the same,
Your father would feel so proud right now,
As Simon would feel again.
Oh, my Fire Queen,
I’m sorry to leave you alone,
But my time in Ooo is over,
Now there’s just an empty throne.
Beemo, my old friend,
It’s been some time since our last game,
I’m sorry for the times we left you alone,
But our friendship was always the same.
Take good care of my bro,
A family, a house and a lot of love,
Our parents would be proud of him so.
And you all shall remember
The Shrieking Shack"Why do they call it the shrieking shack?"The Shrieking Shack by Lovelyruthie
the little third year enquired
of the Gryffindor student Sirius Black
his enthusiasm so fired.
A wistful look upon Black's face
was followed by wicked grin
He knew too well about the place
After all, he had been in.
"They say," Black said, his eyes aglow
"that a bunch of third years died,
Because they all wanted to know
What made the howls inside."
He smirked, "They crept in one by one,
After breaking through this fence
You see they thought it would be fun
Because they were so dense."
The gullible third year listened well
believing every word
As if under Sirius' spell
Growing nervous as a bird.
"I don't quite know what found them there,
But I'd reckon it wasn't nice
They only found some scraps of hair
& a finger being chewed by some mice."
The students eyes were dinnerplate size
"Th...that's all that was left?" he stuttered
"'Cept for the hundreds & thousands of flies...
...and the *blood*" Black casually muttered.
The third year looked decide
MemoryMemory by Vessecora
My mind screamed piteously as I sat there, his eyes steady on me, watching as the tremors ran through me.
A stray thought floated across my mind in a leisurely wake that felt at complete odds with the situation. This must be how abused kids in the city slums must feel. ‘Don’t make a sound while you cry little girl; keep the fear that you’ll be heard with you, or it will start all over again. Just curl up.’
The snot and the tears mixing with the imagined blood of core emotions, raped by it over and over again in the dead of night.
But in the daylight, as well.
The shadows of the dreaming night don’t always flee with the light of day. But I wonder to myself as the tremors subside, which is their element? Night, where they dwell in plain sight? Or day? Where they hide from our fearful eyes;
I asked him, “Hadn’t you ever wondered why I sleep with a glow in the dark comm-link?” He tilted his head. “Or why I sle
BLOOD OF ASTERION: introBLOOD OF ASTERION: intro by BATTLEFAIRIES
Names are important.
There's a truth hidden in a name, and the adept can uncover this clue to the true nature of things. This was known to the young traveller, who now traded the right side of the mountain path for the left, where she thought the wind and the flying snow to be less intense. It had seemed an attractive route on the map, but the name of this Flensing Pass had been a forewarning to this night's hardship: its high altitude and north-western trajectory, straight as the blade of a knife, gave wind, snow, sleet and ice free reign. The orcs of the region believed that the Pass was where the god Bahgtru had accidentally dropped the axehead he had been forging, and the bare, steep rock-face on both sides certainly endorsed this impression, more so because this night, each crack and furrow had been clogged and glazed over by the flying ice and snow.
The young traveller knew she would not be running into any orcs tonight: her destination was already too close-by for that, and even
A Case of Falling From Grace Ch. 1 [RusPru AU]The building appeared to be an old Gothic manor from the outside, with a series of buildings around it that must have been built in the time when this entire piece of land had been a plantation. The years had taken their toll on it. What had once been a gorgeous old house had fallen into complete disrepair. The wooden front doors hung loosely from their hinges. One side of the porch had rotted to the extent that the entire side sagged. Many of the shuttered windows on the upper floors were cracked.A Case of Falling From Grace Ch. 1 [RusPru AU] by sailorgreywolf
Alfred leaned against the side of his truck and looked up at his new project. His boss had called him this morning and told him that they had a job for a private contractor. Matthew got out of the other side of the truck and went over to stand next to his brother. He looked at Alfred and said, "A gem of a clean up Arthur got us this time. This place gives me the creeps." Alfred took a handful of sunflower seeds from the bag that was sitting on the hood of his truck. He put one of the salty s
A Meeting With the Avower of KnowledgeA Meeting With the Avower of Knowledge by space-commander
BARBARA, female human, mid twenties, background: staff scientist, running for office
AVOWER, female Drall, mid fifties, full title: The Avower of Knowledge
USCANTH, male Drall, mid forties, background: previously a war hero, now a bartender
[The scene takes place within the Temple of Knowledge, a facility within the Drallian Cultural Center at Research Colony-35 on the planet Kanangar Prime during the year 10,001AD. Barbara's father, Governor William Centaura, died unexpectedly roughly six months ago and the next election is roughly a week away. If her main opponent wins the election then it is highly likely that major concessions will be made to the Mining Guild during the next several years. Further complicating the situation, a third candidate has emerged who happens to be a Drall. Uscanth, a mutual friend of Barbara and her former lover, has taken a leave of absence from his Irish Pub at Starbase Equador and has traveled to Kana
The Miracles Tail of Dillian DillingerThe Miracles Tail of Dillian Dillinger by DataReign
The Miracles Tail of Dillian Dillinger
[The stage is lit up by a dim gray light .Revealing a man lying on the floor motionless. He stirs and begins to awaken he noticed rusted and archaic walls around him. The man sits up in a panic but instantly grabs his head in pain. Puzzled looking around more he realizes thick rusted steel doors.]
[Groaning from pain in his head]
Dillian: Where the hell am I?
[ He carefully stands carefully and stumbles to the thick steel door reaching his hand out and pulls the door knob trying to open it but with all the great efforts it did not budge at all. He looked at the door confused before saying]
Dillian: what the…?
[He looks around spotting no one in sight as he called out]
Dillian: Hello~? Is anyone here?!
[Wandering around the room felling on the walls in hopes of finding a way out... feeling along the walls he comes across a switch, curiously flipp
The Birth of LoveThe Birth of LoveThe Birth of Love by GinaMangrove
1: Hey…what are they doing?
1: Those two. They’re just lying there.
3: No, they’re doing something else…they’re kissing.
2: They are. Just like the other ones. It seems sweet, but peculiar.
3: It is. Why do they do that?
1: I don’t know. It doesn’t look particularly enjoyable. It looks quite…wet.
2: I think it’s sweet. A strange way to show affection, but a sweet way.
3: I wonder why they choose each other to kiss. Why not anyone else?
2: They love each other.
1: Are they even capable of love?
3: I think so.
2: They wouldn’t be kissing if they weren’t in love.
1: What about lust? If they’re capable of love, they must have lust. That’s probably what it is.
2: I’d like to think these two, maybe just these two, love each other.
1: Keep looking.
3: She’s pushing him away.
1: What happened?
3: I think you were right. It was just lust. He lusted for her and she didn
JollyIn silence the cretins finished their nightly work, and ambled back toward the village below. Sightless, ugly things, trudging through snowdrifts in perpetual winter darkness. For the next eight hours they would cocoon themselves in mucus and enjoy blissfully dreamless sleep. Not so for their sympathetic overlord in the granite castle above.Jolly by SgtPossum
He had twenty-four hours to perform a task that was rapidly losing its meaning to him, a philanthropy that had been drowned in its beneficiaries' greed. This was what he had dread for three-hundred and sixty-five days, the unavoidable duty of the red and white God of Gifts. Lonesome and racked with the nightmares of his previous trip around the sun, he boarded his leviathan craft and wished for freedom from bondage. In the past he had been called Loki, Prometheus. But he felt like Sisyphus.
It was to be a long day. And a long year after that. A long eternity. One day, he hoped, the ingratitude of the recipients of his treasures would persuade the p
The HatThe Hat by FlashyFashionFraud
Everywhere he goes he always wears this stupid hat: a black cap with the Superman logo on the front. I could never understand why he’s so attached to it. He’s like a girl with make up, he can’t leave home without it and he refuses to take it off. His black, curly hair would always stick out from underneath and he’d rather be caught dead...well, dead, than being caught outside without it.
It’d be hilarious to see everyone try to grab it. If you managed to take it, he’ll let you wear it...for a few seconds. And then he’d snatch it back and that was that. This is also the man who refuses to take the hat off on roller coasters. He’d clasp his hand over it and hold on the entire ride. The hat wasn’t just a hat, it’s something that’s apart of him.
You see, the hat used to belong to his ex girlfriend: his last and worst relationship. He had stolen it from her and never gave it back. He would tell me about all the girls in his l
Everyone Knows EverythingNederlandse versie: http://doolhoofd.deviantart.com/art/Iedereen-Weet-Alles-345317266Everyone Knows Everything by doolhoofd
Say yes to life. Take control. Step outside. Make contact. Meet people. Cherish friendships. Create your own happiness. Go out. Find a hobby. Join a club. Unfold your talents. Learn how to juggle. Learn a new language. Collect something. Appreciate something. Fill the void. Follow your intuition. Realize your freedom. Don't just sit on it. Activate yourself. Find your passion. Realize your dreams. Don't wait any longer. Take the first step. Grab the bull by the horns. Take your chance. Make a wish. Roll the dice. Play the game. Act now. Take the bait. Drop dead. Chill. Don't have a cow. Relax. Take some time for yourself. Turn the heat up. Take a bath. Find peace and balance. Let the sunshine in. Realize it's all relative. Stay cool. Shuffle around in your slippers. Bake an omelette. Nose around in the attic. Clean out the mouse traps. Cut open your teddybear and discover a wealth of superfluous dust.
Moving OnDale's friends were worried about him. He was never around much any more, and he never had much to say when he was. He'd just ask if he'd told them about his new job, and then not tell them anything except he had a new job.Moving On by JoeyLiverwurst
This wasn't in itself a bad thing. Dale and his friends spent their free time online, often pretending they were werewolves. They weren't lustful or violent. They just didn't have a lot to show for it after the fact, same as with video games.
Thing was, it was their only time together, or used to be. Once Dale got the new job, he started training and stopped… everything else. He stepped down as administrator from his own web site. Then he even stepped down as moderator. He chatted less with his friends, except to ask if he'd told them about his new job.
Dale's friends were glad he had a job, but his job sounded dull as the dickens. It was something to do with research, but also something to do with security. It was way out in the desert, which meant it not onl
Death Note anime analysisDeath Note anime analysis by MajorasMasks
Death Note analysis of the animated series
The lack of values, the pressure of the society on the Japanese youth, the searching for the real justice, the boredom, the necessity to find a purpose for our own existence if I would like to sum Death Note up in few words, I would write that it contains all these themes and expresses them in a really original way.
But this awesome animated adaptation of Takeshi Obata and Tsugumi Ohba's manga (the second name is a pseudonymous of the story writer, who wishes to remain anonymous) deserves a deeper analysis for sure.
Death Note manages to convey values without being banal; it manages to make you laugh, cry, arrive to the point of throwing the first object one can pose their hands on to the screen for the anger (or so it was for me).
This analysis contains heavy spoilers so I advice you to only read it if you've already completed the vision of the anime, and it contains my personal interpretation of some elements of the serie
Mountain LullabyBetween the broken hallelujahsMountain Lullaby by rebeccalsmith-media
and the “Hey, how are ya doings”
I've been missing the point all along
that you were running out of time
Oh, walking down the line
on your journey to get back home
And it hurts to say
you’re just a timeless face
trapped in an album of my memories
It’s dark and dusty here
but I shall have no fear
One day, we’ll open up the stories of our tragedies
Oh, ohh, ohhh Mountain Lullaby
Oh, ohh, ohhh, Mountain Lullaby
Your hair is still in curls
Your neck is dressed in pearls
I can see the light of youth bright behind your eyes
I’ve never felt so sad
From a faded photograph
A once happy moment bringing tears in disguise
Oh, ohh, ohhh Mountain Lullaby
Oh, ohh, ohhh, Mountain Lullaby
When I look at how life became
How I’ve never loved the same
The world I knew was never built to last
All the time I took for granted
is over now and I’m left stranded
Flipping through the pages of a black and white past
Oh, ohh, ohhh, Moun
The Secret and the ReplyOriginal Short StoryThe Secret and the Reply by FunkyDreamer
The sound of rain drops falling wasn’t heard anymore, and I finally took a step out of the shop I was sheltering in. It was a usual Monday in May, and I was on a shopping trip in that small district where I heard the prices were cheap. My parents are working overseas and I’m living by myself, not that I’m complaining. I’m already 16 years old. Still, being a girl without a guardian doesn’t feel safe no matter how many people are around you. I sighed as I was thinking about the homework I still have to do once I get home, not to mention laundry and cooking the food I just bought. Even though I’m used to it, it’s still tiring.
Out of the blue, I heard crying.
I looked to my right, then to my left and then back to the right.
I tried to figure out where the sound came from. I probably shouldn’t have done that and just ignore it like I ignore everything around me outside my house, but
Starship Profile: Hadrian ArrowStarship Profile: Hadrian Arrow by space-commander
Starship Name: Hadrian Arrow
Classification: Corvette (Light Corvette, Pinnace, Heavy Shuttle, etc)
Owner: Jack Ostrowsky
Length: 30 meters
In Brief: Larger than a heavy fighter, but smaller than a frigate; more than a shuttle, but less than a standard transport, the Hadrian Arrow is typical of 'starter' vessels in outlying areas of space such as the Kanangar and Sierra Sectors. While it carries just enough firepower to deter a corvette or a handful of fighters, its main asset is a relatively powerful set of shield generators which allow it to take just enough hits before evading an undesirable situation.
History: The Hadrian Arrow was purchased by Jack Ostrowsky in 9,995AD. The ship was brand-new and cost 600,000 credits, half of which was paid up front, the other half provided by a progressive low interest loan program designed to encourage ex-military pilots to work autonomously in the private sector. During the past seven years
Request to the soulMy soul, leave this place, I ask.Request to the soul by SequenceNemesis
Leave this place and don't even think about coming back.
There couldn't be anything for you here.
Return to the spheres from above, the place from where you came.
Lose yourself in thoughts of far away worlds, and don't even think about coming back.
There's nothing for you here.
This place is nothing like the realms in which you used to dwell.
This is the land of the damned. An arid place, where wishes have dried.
There's no fountain similar to that in which you used to bath.
Here the wind blows with fire.
And the gentle breeze that exists where you were born is unknown to them.
never mindI guess it’s kind of funny, if you think about it. You always see in the movies – in the TV shows – people running and screaming and praying and stuff. That’s what Hollywood always thought it would be like. Some sort of ‘death cloud’ or something – or like an asteroid or something like that – that just happened: that just totally hit everybody by surprise.never mind by andrewpom
People have known about it for months. It’s not like in the movies. The word ‘inevitability’ comes to mind: and hey, guess what? Nobody cares to run from the inevitable. It’s pretty stupid – isn’t it, if you think about it – how people, in the movies, try to run from inevitable death. Everybody has decided what they were gonna do today weeks ago, maybe even months ago. Say goodbye to family, spend time with girlfriend, et cetera et cetera. As with the Kubler-Ross effect – or whatever it's called – p
12.20.12“You’re going through with this?” asked Clement, glancing up from the glass of brandy in his hand. It was a tradition between them, meeting and drinking and being as merry as their situations allowed, but this evening there was no merriness. A tense, grim atmosphere had descended upon them despite the luxurious setting and the city below.12.20.12 by MeadowMaiden
“Of course,” answered Haydn, standing at the window. He appeared to be surveying the city, but in truth his eyes were focused solely on the massive building beside their own. “There is little choice now, Clement. The people are expecting it. I should not disappoint them.”
He glanced over his shoulder and smiled wisely, as if he knew some great secret that Clement could never even begin to fathom. Clement hated that smile, and he averted his eyes after a moment, looking around the hotel suite. The man at the window had always loved luxury—who didn’t?
12.20.2012I walk along an empty street;12.20.2012 by iAmoret
Everyone is hiding.
It can't be true that the world is ending-
Or is it?
Confused, I take another left-
Still, no one there.
I let out a sigh and watch my breath gather.
The cold is eating me alive.
The crunching of my boots on the sparkling snow-
The only sound to be heard.
A bustling city turned into a ghost town,
All because of some ancient quacks?
But then a voice, muffled by wind.
My eyes move on from him.
I was never one to humor the crazy.
"Get a job; you're gonna wish you had one,
When the world DOESN'T end."
He yells unprintable words, flailing violently.
His words don't faze me.
The world can't end yet,
I don't want to be alone.
If ever my secret gift failed me,
I don't know what I'd do.
Three wishes in return for a good deed,
Almost, but not quite.
When asked one thing that I could wish for,
I wished I'd never die.
The end of the roomsI’m in my square room.The end of the rooms by feelomen
Tolling in a vast, black space
with other square rooms.
If an outsider would look at us
he would only see white dots
on a black canvas.
From inside my room I can see others, but I can’t get out.
I’m being retained, as if I were banging on a glass window.
Others come closer and leave again.
I can get control of my prison too,
I can approach others,
but I can’t get inside an other’s space.
The others don’t seem to be bothered
being in their room.
They aren’t aware of the room.
Am I the only one trying to get out?
Something weird happened today.
Until a couple of hours ago,
I saw everyone going on with their lives
as I’ve always seen them do.
some people became aware of their rooms.
it came very gradually.
I saw puzzled looks around me.
Not from everyone,
but from people that I regarded as sensitive or intelligent.
They sensed something even I didn’t sense.
A couple of hou
Balance"Take a step back from it all," he told me. Little did he know, I was standing on the edge of a cliff.Balance by JuliJ90809
It Began HereIt was only half past ten when she took her last breath. The doctor looked at me with fear in his eyes and said, "It won't be long now."It Began Here by SunGryphon
Scene"This relationship's a farce!" he yelled and exited angrily.Scene by SCFrankles
"That's the closet," she said and waited for him to come out.
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