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CurseThe water in the buckets trembles as if the roof was crying. The walls are damp as if from sweat. I have taken live embers from the fireplace and put them on the deep scratches across the lifelines on my palms.
A grey-coated crow ascends from the top of the tall pine on the yard, carrying my whispers upon its beating wings. All winter I have fed it bread soaked in your blood.
I lay as if I were dead, floating placidly like Ophelia among the blooming waterlilies. I hold a cross over my heart and feel the heat of the wings of your firebirds passing overhead.
I have taught all my songs to the nightingales. Only the first note of every line I keep to myself, to feed a hidden flame. The hunting dogs can only chase their tails.
RemembranceSerenity. Blissful hills of green grass, speckled with bright rhododendrons, daisies, tulips, other flowers and shrubs that I cannot name. But mostly, there is tall, lustrous grass. Strangely, there are no trees. Not even a bush. The hills of these spring colored plants roll on endlessly beneath a sky of robin’s egg blue, unadorned by any puffs of clouds. This is where I am, where I should be. It feels right.
I stroll at a leisurely pace to the crest of one such hill, and slowly spin a full 360 degrees, taking in everything around me. I notice splotches of red staining the mostly green surrounding me. Blazing crimson, shining like overr
Perfect Trust “When the road before you splits in two… take the third path.” -- Talaxian proverb, Star Trek: Voyager
Not in quicksand or mud or to a sticky strip of flypaper, though I’m sure Loki would enjoy watching as I tried to extricate myself from a mess like that, too. Nope, this is a mindtrap I’ve fallen into, and to add insult to injury it’s one I’ve fashioned myself. Figures.
Here’s the thing. I enjoy my job as a dog trainer enough to make a true career out of it, but between the drama at work and contradictions in the company policy it’s been wearing me thin. Given e
Icepool's Warrior VigilThe silvery warrior walked along the camp and sat down by the mossy, brush covered entrance of Mistclan's well guarded camp. She scented the other new warrior, Skaiatail approaching slowly behind her. They settled and prepared themselves for a long, chilly night. She turned to the blue-gray she-cat across from her and smiled widely, keeping the traditional silence. The two warriors didn't need to speak anyways, they saw all the excitement and pride in each other's eyes. Skaiatail had even gotten Ravenpaw as an apprentice. He was timid, but sweet and thoughtful, and a quick learner! Icepool had gotten an apprentice of her own. Webpaw was an excellent student, and fun tot teach. She had even gotten to train Rosepaw for a short amount of time, who was a great hunter. Icepool looked up, and smiled at the stars of Silverpelt. She swear some took the form of her brother, Birchpaw, who had died the first moon of apprenticeship. He had been her best friend. A wisp of cold air surrounded her an
You Really Had One Chancethis story takes place after the game one chance. but only if
you got the good ending. if you haven't [;ayed it i sugjest
you do. it's a grate game with a grate wtory.
after that john got up put molly on his back and walked home.
the next day he got up and found a bunch of people had made
it past this opacalips by eating only twinkys so he curse them
and thay all repopulate the earth.
birds didn't get it by staying in the air. and fish didn't get
it by fleeing to the... gasses can't pass throw water. so
thats how thay did it. and the bees made it by hidernateing
You@All: so the world was rebirthed. so it was like thay wer
Thread of LifeHe looked down from his soft and comfortable spot in the heavens. He peered over the dark and limp mass of clouds, his gaze falling on his people. It was the same image that he had seen time after time - a dim and flickering fire that cast a usually soft and warm glow on the surroundings, but it only tossed an eerie shadow on the large and human-sized slab of rock. He turned back to the fire, a source of warmth and comfort to an ordinary person, but he wasn't an ordinary person. He was a holy and divine figure - a representation of what everyone believed in. The fire gave him, and him alone, a feeling of despair and loneliness.
The Voice From the RadioI hate having to wash the dishes. But if I want to have pork chops for supper tonight, I’m gonna have to wash the dishes. My only cutting knife lies within a tangle of chocolatey spoons and the hilt has a strange gray skin-flap looking thing on it and there’s no way in hell I’m just washing the knife off to use it. Plus something in the proximity of my sink smells rotten and I hope to God it isn’t my knife.
The water comes out in a slow trickle like it always does when the neighbors are using the water. If this was happening to my shower, I’d just take a shower later. But with my pork chops in the oven and 21 mi
Hoof and Claw Once long Hoof and Claw
Once long ago before the Earth was ruled by man were the tales of animals, whom lived here without us. This is such a tale and it starts with one whom calls himself, Hoof. He is a proud horse and prides himself of the plains he lived. Glorious rolling hills, soft grass, and a river that flowed like silver shimmering with the glow of the moon. But like all other animals, Hoof was born into the darkness; the only light he knew was that very moon in the sky that makes the river shine.
On this occasion Hoof spoke to himself, “I should follow that spectrum…I shall and it will lead me to a world of light.&rdqu
Everybody Fear the Creature of the Mirror Everyone says monsters aren't real, but that's not true. They're either stupid or lying when they tell you that these creatures aren't real, because they obviously are. You see them all the time, in your closet hiding beneath your bed, casting ink black shadows down the hallway. "Oh, it's just the wind you heard!" they say. So clueless. And do you know what the worst part is? They don't even know how dangerous these monsters can get when they're bored and angry.
Today, I'm going to tell you about a creature. A very mad, very bored creature. But then again, who wouldn't be bored after spending more than their natural born life trapped?
If Then ElseIlsa hummed as she put the finishing touches on the kitchen cleansing and blessing. A bright spark of curiosity waited at the door and her youngest spoke when the cantrip completed.
If myRoom = clean [ Then ]
[ goto “park”]
[ ElseIf rain=True [ Then ]
[ goto “library”] ]
She blinked at her daughter as she threaded through the question. “Yes, Sarah. Once you finish your chores we can go out.” The girl grinned happily and dashed off. Ilsa turned down the hall to the laundry room to confront her husband.
“Bibi? Please tell me you haven’t been feeding electroni
The Dulcimer LadyThe small neighborhoods in the larger cities bloomed and died, and were rediscovered as the ever-changing cycle of the fashion for city life came and went. As the city breathed, this was ever so and ever will be. But the little pocket of life that inevitably grew where five roads met in any city tended to thrive, if properly balanced and tended. Such places often held a treasure in their midst.
The old woman played a mountain dulcimer, the small pick nearly hidden in her right hand. She balanced the instrument across her crossed legs, sitting in the little niche that at one time was to be a planter, but was now blocked from the sun and rain
Whiteness I woke in a white room, much like the ones in the hospitals; but this one smelled like death. I tried to sit up, when I couldn’t I began to panic. I couldn’t move I realized. I began to scream, but there was only silence. I tried so hard, but it was futile. After, God knows how long I gave up. I closed my eyes, racking my memory for how I got here, who I was. But I came up blank. I heard the door creak open, I opened my eyes. A little girl, she was covered head to toe in blood. I wrinkled my nose, she smelled like it too. She had short white hair, pale, she wore a small white dress, her eyes; God her eyes. They too were a blank white. I wanted to cry out again, beg for help. She pushed the door open more, she gently padded over to my bedside. I wanted to turn away, but couldn’t. She got up on her tippy toes and gave my a kiss on my cheek. It burned. Oh how it burned. I closed my eyes and finally let out a strangled cry. It echoed throughout th
I sat up and wiped away sweat that sat on my brow. “Just a dream,” I whispered to myself, “Just a dream.” I sighed and went to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face, I glanced at the green digital clock, 12:30 PM. I rubbed my eyes.
“The witching hour.” I heard a voice say, startled I whipped around. The man that I had saw in my dream was in the doorway.
“Y-you.” I stated with such fear, “But, it was, it was just a dream.”
“Let’s just say it was and that you’re still dreaming. Now, you’re going to climb back into bed and fall asleep, this never happened; at least, not yet”
He grinned at the last part, I felt a compelling urge to do as he said. I could feel my legs moving, but I had no control over them. I now standing above my bed, I flopped down onto it. But I co
Humans just don't fear us anymore"I remember when we were feared."
Olivia had entered the room growling and threw a 'Twilight' book on the counter...all four actually. He Fallen Angel friend/tormentor/sex-thing Equinox looks up from the newspaper dully an sighs. "Oh god no,not this again. Sunny we went over this,its a romance novel." Olivia snarled at him her gruesome vampiric-inner beast face twisted into a bat-like fanged menace. "NO! WE VAMPYRS WERE THE SPAWN OF NIGHTMARES!" she bellowed in a dual demonic voice that echoed about the kitchen. Equinox rolled his eyes and fluffed up his feathers in an annoyed manner."You're not even fifty years old so where're you get
NegatifÖlecek olacağımdan haberim vardı.Ellerimi dolduran film kareleri.Onların,bazılarının,diğerlerinin hayatından çaldıklarımın geri ödünümü.Ödünç kazançlarımın nefes alış verişleri.Gidip gelmeler tıpkı ayın zor çekiminde bir salıncak zincirlerinin hareket alanı gibi.Ben öleceğimi biliyordum,elimde sevgilimden kalan film kareleri.Ben hangisini daha çok çektiysem en az onu sevdim.Ben sevdiğim hiçbir anı kaydetmek istemedim.Artık ölüyorum
Icime BosalanlarÖpmeyi isterdim
Üzerinde yatan benden.
Benden olmanı isterdim.
Ağlardım da senin için.
Hem kadının hem adamındım.
Mektup yazmayı seninle öğrendim.
Tüm acizliğinle boşalmalarındaki
Regl zamanlarımdaki karın ağrılarmı
İlk cinsel ilişkimdeki kan pıhtılarını
Devleyin BocekDevleyin bir böceğe dönüştüm,bir kitabın başlangıç cümlesi gibi.Eskisinden daha iyi hissediyorum,küçüğüm ve pisim.Herhangi bir güzellik kavramım yok.Bir tahtayı kemiriyorum...
Hatıralar,göz yapım kadar var.Hemen çıkmak istiyorum,bu bana küçük gelmiş olan dünyaya farklı bakmak istiyorum.Evler arasında gezinmeye başlıyorum.
Bir evin su saatlerinin bana açtığı yoldan içeri giriyorum.Hızlandıkça,darbeler alıyorum,canım acımı
Yuzsuz YuzumHer şey suratı kadar vardır.
Suratı kadar sevilir
Suratı kadar değer görür.
Suratı kadar aşağılanır
Suratı kadar okşanır.
Her şey bir surattan ibarettir.
Aldığımız her şeyin suratına bakarız.
Yediklerimiz suratının verdiği tattan gelir.
Peki ya suratı olmayanlar?
Onlar kattiyen sevilmez.
Onlar başkalarının suratlarına bakarlar
Başkasının suratlarıyla mutlu olanlara ağlarlar.
Babile Bir Melek IniyorKüçük çocuk,salıncakta ayaklarının ucuyla kendin bir ileri bir geri-genelde boyu yetmediği için sağa sola kendini iterek- ittirmeye çalışırken,elindeki simit parçasını ağlayarak ısırmaya çalışıyordu.
Bu park,herhangi bir toplum kuruluşunun süsleyerek hatta abartarak,kendi reklamlarını boy boy tam karşıda otobüs duraklarına vererek,kendilerine gelecek nesiller üzerinden rant sağlayarak ve bunu en güzel şekilde eğleneceye dönüştürerek,insanla
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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