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The Thing in Ivory [Chapter Eight]The Thing in IvoryThe Thing in Ivory [Chapter Eight] by Michel-le-fou
Chapter Eight. Penultimate, by Hastur
Moments later , the floor of Raja Bendre’s parlor seemed to vanish, giving way to a deep, vast chasm such as most Christians abroad believe and fear top be Hell. But, although it seemed bottomless, there was no signs of fire and fury. Amol Bendre and Nancy Drew gasped. One after another, they were suspended by their wrists, barefoot, over the maw of the chasm by a length of chains. They struggled and writhed, and screamed loudly. Eventually, the screaming, especially that from Amol Bendre, woke his brother, who hurried into the parlor.
“Hell? Hell, you mean to say, Raja Bendre?” the unearthly voice interrupted him. There seemed to be a kind of alien mirth in the voice. “No. It is, only if you think it is. Truth is, you, others, even what you think is Heaven or Hell depends upon your unconscious thought. Think. Imagine a heaven a
The Thing in Ivory [Chapter Six and Seven]The Thing in IvoryThe Thing in Ivory [Chapter Six and Seven] by Michel-le-fou
Chapter Six. Nancy’s Interrogation
In the parlor of Raja Bendre’s house in Chennai, Raja and Amol Bendre interrogated Nancy Drew. For that occasion, only, they removed her gag; but they warned her neither to scream nor to call for help.
“OK, American girl. You will only answer our questions. If you scream or shout, then we will have to get rid of you. Do you understand me?”
“Good. First, what is your name?”
“My name is Nancy Drew.”
“Fine. Your hobby is solving mysteries. Is that right?’
“Yes, it is.”
“You were on board Amol Bendre’s ship from South Africa.”
“I was. A friend, Georgia, and I were on vacation.”
“I see. How did you get into this caper?”
“My friend, Georgia, saw a lady in a trunk while going to the toilet on board.”
Amol Bendre nodded in affirmation.
Only youAnother day passes slowlyOnly you by MorganWolfram
Life keeps on fading quietly
My years have been spend worthlessly
With no feeling fraternity
I walk my way solemnly
Make my path formally
All eyes lay on me respectfully
I'm treated like the great solely
But I owe them back disgracefully
I put them aside disdainfully
I whip my worries mercilessly
I am a powerful weapon ultimately
But my bullets are stunned by you so suddenly
Your Kindness shoed away my troubles so charmingly
You helped me upon my feet willingly
You expected nothing back unconditionally
From that moment my mind was on you individually
Even with all the fuss; you smile caringly
Pain was caused and you suffered sensitively
But you said regrets will go gradually
I don't care if there is no money surprisingly
You changed me astonishingly
I won't let a burden fall on you, even mistakenly
How can you be so gentle admiringly?
Don't hesitate to hold my hand tightly
But please keep smiling constantly
My eyes shall remain for you promisingly
I shall love
Scorched 1.1The moment the train stopped, she rushed out of her seat, ran out of the door, pushed her way through the morning crowd, and sprinted to the University. It was just her luck that her train broke down the day of an important exam. She wound up taking a different train which came later than its arrival time. Her eyes were fixed on her watch and her hand was securely on her book bag.Scorched 1.1 by Erin-Lynne
"What happened this time?" the receptionist asked Prishe as the Asterian burst through the doors of the University. She didn't look up from the desk but Prishe could hear the shuffling of papers as if she was reaching for something.
The young Asterian laughed uneasily and signed in. "The train broke down. I can't talk; I've got to get to class!" she replied, darting down the hall.
She took the stairs, figuring that they would be faster, but was quickly flooded by students. She was determined, however. She had never been late before and she wasn't about to start. Not caring who she plowed by, she continued tak
Scorched P.1She woke abruptly to the beginning of her favorite song—a loud, energetic low-brass song—and fell out the chair of her desk. She hit her head on the side of her bed and had knocked over several sheets of paper which were now littered around her. A groan passed her lips as she removed her headphones. The light in the room made her eyes sting until they adjusted. Her blueprints, essays, and medicine homework were on top of her bare legs, making her nerves tingle.Scorched P.1 by Erin-Lynne
After sitting in the odd position for a while, she took a glance at her watch. It was going to be a couple of hours before her regular alarm would go off. She sighed, stiffly collected her work, set them aside, and got up. Every muscle in her back and legs were screaming at her, but she paid little attention to it as she yawned and stretched.
She sat on her bed next to her work and stared at the walls for a while, collecting her thoughts. She would have classes today, and her work needed to be done, That way she woul
Rise of JERICO-- ProloguePrologueRise of JERICO-- Prologue by Erin-Lynne
The room was silent as he sat there, reading his book intently. A few candles were lit around the room, casting an eerie shadow across the figure. Two years he had spent in solitude, never leaving his mansion, since the end of the of the war. He rarely came in contact with people, unless it was one of the AMBROS prisoners that needed to be punished. Everyone who knew of him feared him; he treated none with mercy.
His name was Viare.
Lightning flashed outside as the rain began to patter on his window. He put his book down when he heard a metal ping of a kicked gate outside. He stood to his feet and looked outside his window to see a man with soaked, fiery red hair jump off the barrier gate. Viare curled a slight smile on his face. “Again? When will he learn?” he murmured to himself. He turned from the window and left his room.
The guards were startled by his presence. “Send the hounds. It seems our guest hasn’t been broken in. Bring him back
CONFLICT: Act 1 Chapter 10CONFLICT: Act 1 Chapter 10 by HewhoDrawsALOT
The pale lady had allowed Van to take the lead the entire way back to the shadow town. As she waved back to some of those heart strung inhabitants that passed them with increasing frequency, they were coming close to the town square. Though the lot of it was still rather rusty and beaten in appearance the buildings in the center had been made snazzy. Despite browning and aged walls and signs, they were stylized in an eccentric nature to catch the eye of weary workpeople. Many of them would be splashing with light flickers during the twilight hours while others would emanate with aged tunes from old instruments. Whether to or fro, the intersection between it was here. Thus many little pubs and attraction sprung about this place for those who needed to fill up or wind down before venturing to their day jobs or turning in for the night. The lodging that the darkly vagabonds were returning to rested somewhere along the edge of this s
Assassination 3 - Shipping and Handling Conditions weren’t optimal. First the dark clouds and then the rain, making it hard to see from the distance she was at inside the crane overlooking a sea of shipping containers. All her intel pointed to this position, though. A human trafficker, selling women to sex rings and holding others – men, women, children – hostage to squeeze money from their respective families before murdering them; hazard of the job, he would say. Despicable, atrocious, unforgivable.Assassination 3 - Shipping and Handling by StevenGilby
A smooth voice crackled over the earpiece. The body that accompanied it perched itself atop the watch mast of a freight ship down the dock from the ship they were eyeing. “You sure you need my help with this? I always heard the great huntress was more than capable to work alone.”
Artemis flipped the switch on the night vision scope, keeping a sharp eye for any activity. “Lots of angles, here. I also distrust you the least.”
CONFLICT: Act 1 Chapter 9CONFLICT: Act 1 Chapter 9 by HewhoDrawsALOT
IN DARK WOODS
The sun had finally poked the very brim of its head over the wall after spending most of the day showering the other side with its warmth of light. Noon had arrived and the chill but loyal shadows departed on the direction of a cold shine. Deep barking was booming at the secluded demon. He was alone at his liar located near the outskirts of the wilds, save for the brawny hound and its rebuking dally. This place was a lone foundation. Cracked and fragmented, there were only a couple of support beams standing with nothing to hold, and a single crumbling wall. Vines were breaking through the cemented earth and had been climbing the walls for so long now that it was a splatter of green. Littering the area was a mass of browning, dead leaves. Every blow of air would break the silence as the dead fauna would be called to do their scraping, clumsily orchestrated waltz. Such noise could not have been helped. As for the oth
CONFLICT: Act 1 Chapter 8CONFLICT: Act 1 Chapter 8 by HewhoDrawsALOT
From the peak of the wall he had fallen. In a nose dive, the shrouded dragon had become a falcon grazing the colossal structure as it fell. With the wings of his rags folded close to his skin, he looked like a phantom bullet cutting through the sky as it crashed to the earth. After falling for so long he was approaching the tree line. Then, just as a swooping bird would, the shrouded dragon expanded. Stretching his legs wide, he opened his tattered rags. This cape of his was not in the best condition but its weavings were tight enough that air would not escape through it. With the added resistance in his legs the rate of his acceleration decreased for an opportune instant .The canopy was fast approaching so he merely repositioned himself. As he twisted his body his blooded eyes probed for that moment when his footing was just right, and, when it found it, fire sprang forth. The bursting inferno propelled him off the wall, and th
Shroomy and her Melancholy state of AffairsForward from this: http://hebbybobdige.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d5hapii sceneShroomy and her Melancholy state of Affairs by Hebbybobdige
Okay let's discuss Shroomy and her completely un-endearing un-cheerful and un-attractive state of affairs. Firstly you must realise that Shroomy's life was far more dismal than most. Those at her school find her (in their own words) a 'skanky, ugly, creepy little bug-eyed weirdo'
You see when somebody isn't what you would consider 'normal' people have a tendency to ridicule or be afraid of this person. Shroomy being no exception to this, she would spend her time at school sat alone on a table muttering strange things to her only friend who was named 'Scarlett' and she could be seen only by Shroomy. Whilst the rest of the class formed their own, chattery little groups consisting mainly of people who would consider a scruffy, bug-eyed girl constantly whispering scary things to herself a strange sight indeed, therefore nobody wanted to talk to her.
You may or may not know that somebody who exists in
H e rYou trusted her alone,H e r by Sharkitty
but at your feet,
a pile of skulls.
She has become
a being filled with
rage & sin.
Though whatever you do,
however she seduces you,
don't let her in.
you wouldn't let her win.
do you love her that much
you'd let her feast upon your soul,
and pick her teeth
with the remains
of your useless,
N e p h i l i mForbidden in heaven,N e p h i l i m by Sharkitty
forbidden in hell,
my sweet, delightful
scent is what
I mutter under
with a devilish
the kind of species
you wish to end all
we can access your
just like a glove.
Try to end us
if you please,
I can certainly
it won't be
tear your soul
. pow pow .. pow pow .. pow pow . by Amanda-Graham
. March .
another month of ink evenings
dreams flown against skies
of warm spring streams
she said would bubble
of closed heart
you are mine
еще месяц чернил вечерам
мечты летал против небо
теплых весенних потоков
она сказала бы пузырь
ConfessionHow come I feel so weakConfession by AlilliceMFC
while all you give is love?
That sparkle in your peek
is all I'm dreaming of.
In warmth of your tight hug,
my heart is left to scream,
for if you leave, I'm stuck,
"Is your love but a dream?"
My fear leaves me all blind
for all you've shown to me
and I am yet to find
what you want me to see.
Still darkness follows close
to muffle your intent.
I hope the road I chose
will make me understand.
Why Are You Still With Him?In the dead hours of the early morning, Joseph sat impatiently on his sofa, frequently checking his watch to count the passing seconds. Clear irritation and anxiety frowned on his face. His foot pounded viciously against the hardwood floor. Then, the soft clicks of tumblers reached his ears and the front door slowly creaked open.Why Are You Still With Him? by thwackcrackers
A girl fumbled inside, clearly striving to muffle her own movements as she closed the door behind her with a soft thud and tiptoed her way towards the stairs. Joseph switched on the lamp next to him, eliciting a startled yelp from the girl.
"Do you have any clue what time it is?" Joseph nearly bellowed at her, digging his own fingers into his arms to sustain his rousing anger.
The girl whimpered at the force of her father's bludgeoning inquiry. Her hand masked the left side of her face, and her right leg pivoted in a way so that it just barely hid in the shadows behind her.
"It's late, I know." She said, just barely sealing away the gates of her own panic.
. rail .. rail .. rail . by Amanda-Graham
It’s a misnomer; an absent appliance, robbery of the worse sort. The bar’s not got one though named as though it would hold some premiere placement. In this city it should be gleaming brass and a minimum of two inches in diameter, rolled and shaped and bracketed along the styles and sheathing of a gleaming dark-polished wooden front-piece. It should be history. Misapplication and misdirection; the crumbling edifice is still maintained but slovenly; some miscreant remembrance of the sixties or seventies when people still believed a Jetsons™ future were possible. It carries its appellation based solely on location; nearby is a stop on the city’s trumpeted transport line, the “L".
“Fuck this Susan.” “Give it a chance.” “Really?” “Yeah, it’s not awful and some of the guys here are just too sweet.” I turn and stare openly,
Mommy loved...Alright, we're going to go visit Mommy.Mommy loved... by Everlasting90
Why are we going?
Because it would mean a lot to her. She loved you.
No, she didn't.
How can you say that?
Because it's true. If she loved us, she wouldn't have left us.
That's not fair. She had a problem. She tried to give it up.
But she didn't. She loved the pills more than us. That's why she left.
.Gazebo of Leaves..Gazebo of Leaves..Gazebo of Leaves. by Amanda-Graham
always and forever
a throb to her movements
a howl of her heart
in vapors cold
that one she longs
always to hold
you won't feed me
jump the train
ohhhh tales i will tell
when you are s
for all our titles bearing all our weightThe Titanic. The first moviefor all our titles bearing all our weight by DSteffi
that made me cry
before coffee substituted homework
as an all-nighter,
and shapes familiarised themselves
with mathematical migraines.
It acquainted me with tragedy,
and made me fall in love
with the idea of it.
But let's zero in on the crying part.
Which hurts more?
An uncontrollable waterfall
tinged with surges of halfway screams
an inaudible weeping
waltzed with the teething
of already cracked lips?
I think you'd at least experie
I read so many modern-day PlathsI’m trying to remember bits of myselfI read so many modern-day Plaths by DSteffi
when I first started this-
this whole month of writing a poem
for every day,
like peeling off the scabs
your skin won’t show-
but isn’t too shy to hide.
Did I walk a little bit differently?
F a l l e nAn angel that's fallen,F a l l e n by Sharkitty
a language that's spoken
Wings as black as
a starless midnight
but one seems to be torn from
the right side.
Don't be ashamed,
because you wanted to play
fate as a child's game.
The Devil used to be an angel just like you,
but then he found out
he could toy with the world too,
breaking a forbidden rule.
Chapter V: Garrick PadfootChapter V: Garrick Padfoot by Blueredor
Previously...in the Chronicles of Azeroth
"Mrs. Milly!", The peasant screamed, "Mrs. Milly!".
"What happened?, Milly asked with frightened face,"...Who did this?".
"The border...the soldiers", The peasant cried without control,"...they...murdered them!".
"Huh?!, Who?", Milly asked.
"The Defias!", a peasant yelled.
"The woman is still alive!", the bandit yelled.
"Doesn't matter", the leader said, "we've what we need", pointing his finger toward the cart, "extract all the grapes of the sector and call in the rest for the invasion on this town, hahaha".
"Well", Willem said after a sigh, "I hope you strapped your belt on tight lads, because there is work to do here in Northshire".
"Recently, a new group of thieves has been hanging around Northshire", McBride said, "They call themselves the Defias Brotherhood", points a finger at the map of the entire Northshire indicating places, "and have been seen across the river to the east," slide his finger to the Northshire vineyard also known Oswor
Chapter IV: The Power of the VoidChapter IV: The Power of the Void by Blueredor
25 years after the First War (year 617 by King calendar)
After that so memorable morning, dressed in peasant clothes with a purple t-shirt and black short hair, Milly Osworth, is working on Osworth vineyard, located on the east side of Northshire to provide their famous wine from her family to the village. Raisins, grapes and wines, many peasants collects, irrigates and gathers the grapes in carts for move them to the town...now in the lunch break, Milly dried perspiration from his forehead by the hard morning's work.
"Well guys...ugh", Milly said while dry his forehead with his cloth, "let rest!".
"Yes ma'am!" The peasants responded once finished moving a cart with grapes near to the river.
All set off to the Osword farm located in the east hills, once Milly opened the door, all drawed strangeness faces. The entire cabin is dark, from the deep, a peasant is tied and blindfolded only illuminated by a candle. All came to help him, but every t
Chapter III: The GraduationChapter III: The Graduation by Blueredor
4 years later...
25 years after the First War (year 617 by King calendar)
Four years have passed in the blink of an eye...the world ended to rebuild and heal the wounds of the third war, for the moment peace has been maintained, the King of Stormwind Varian Wyrnn shuttle diplomacy voyages across the west of the continent, Kalimdor, land of the Orcs, Tauren, Trolls and Kaldorei (Night elf). Since then, the steward's group The House of Nobles, ruled Stormwind in his absence, it was supposed Varian had arrived in the small kingdom of Theramore, to discuss the current relationship between the alliance and horde with the mage leader of Theramore, Jaina Proudmoore as a neutral arbitrator and the Warchief Thrall. But according to the reports, a group of bandits called "the Defias Brotherhood", kidnapped the king during the diplomatic path in the high seas informed by a spy from Stormwind and his trail lost around the island Alcaz, confirming the rumor of his ca
Chapter II: The First Day in The WaterfallChapter II: The First Day in The Waterfall by Blueredor
One day after
21 years after The First War (Year 613 by the King's Calendar)
On the sky of a waterfall in the north of Northshire, it sight a red dragon mounted by a Quel'dorei (High elf on common speech) and a 14 years old young human with mid-long brown hair, and green eyes. It's dressed with a red tunic, brown silk shoes and armed with a long wooden staff.
The dragon touch down a side of the waterfall, there is a abandoned blue house with a dry garden next to a deep forest. The young dismount from the dragon and step on the earth without problem, the elf throw a red book with a border of red gems and a sign of dragon, the young receive it, waves to him and the highelf responds with a farewell. The dragon set forth on fly and abandon the place. After a long mind training and practise the two first basic spells like Fireball and Fireblast, read the book, and a new spell caught his attention.
“hmm”, the mage said while their fingers follows t
The Dragon SlayerThe Dragon Slayer by thwackcrackers
“King Pharlas is the greatest scourge of our age. His insidious acts and tenacious wartime tactics have more than earned him the seat of his people three times over. He hungers for greater conquests and has set his sights upon Amas. Dimahth’s voice sings in his head, corrupting his mind and subduing his soul to do his bidding. Gods be with all the brave of Amas, for this is not a man that will be defeated so easily.” – Ryn’ver’ayf describing the Ghovian King
The dragonelle foolishly believed herself safe, secluded and protected from the harshness of the Ghovian wasteland. She ignorantly rested in the abandoned mines of the once great Elven Dominion, hoping that the shroud of darkness would shield her activities from the prying eyes of those who would wish her ill will. Now, her blood was staining the ancient tunnels in glistening waves, pouring freely from the open gates of her rended flesh.
About her, four Ghovians mercilessly laid
To Hug a DragonJacky and Chris solemnly pushed their way deeper into the eerie vault. The labyrinth of hallways and crevices were littered with the dead of their slain foes: goblin, troll, and bandit alike rent the air with the rotting stench of their decaying bodies. Only the glistening sweat dripping from their brows, and the gleaming shimmer of their swords lit the path to the set of ornate double doors that marked their final destination.To Hug a Dragon by thwackcrackers
Chris, panting profusely, rested himself tiredly against the door, letting his sword rest limply at his side. "Gods dammit, whatever is inside this vault must be pretty damn important for an army to be guarding it."
Jacky stopped not six feet from her companion, nursing a fresh wound which painfully bruised her arm. "It must be pretty important to elicit our attention." Her eyes gleamed as if enthralled in a euphoric trance. "Treasure beyond imagining. Even with splitting the profits we'll be able to buy a country, each."
"Was it worth it?" Chris asked, a rhetor
The Riddler's WoodUlureia trotted silently through the dense woodland which ran parallel to the blighted Barrens, a scorched patch of earth extinguished of shimmering beauty and life through years of magical and conventional warfare. The centaur youth exited her home at the tearful embrace of her sickly mother, who pleaded for her to remain vigilant and safe. It was the war over the Barrens, after all, that took the life of her father and many of her kind.The Riddler's Wood by thwackcrackers
Now, Ulureia was the last vanguard of her bloodline, a single ember of light burning in a dark world. Her ailing mother, who kept to the home while she was away, fell victim to the Goblin Rash; a malignant virus which seeped out of the devastated Barrens. Green rashes and splotches of hideous black marred her figure. Her bones fell feeble and her once vibrant heart seemed to be siphoned by the illness.
Ulureia could only pray for a quick death for her mother. No manner of magic of elixirs could cure this newly bred infection. A wet tear st
The Pit Fiend of the NessusGrayson poised himself proudly at the far corner of the circular arena. Pits of lava lined the exterior and the painful harrowing of demons fed through the many corridors leading into the battleground from where he stood. Across from him, his malice-driven, snake-bodied opponent slithered back and forth, eyeing him with those glittering, otherworldly eyes. Even under her soulless gaze, Grayson knew that even mariliths bled; even mariliths could be killed.The Pit Fiend of the Nessus by thwackcrackers
Her six arms hoisted an array of serrated, demonic weapons which vied to cleave, bludgeon, and gut him limb from limb. Her sinuously long and armored snake-like tail slid rather elegantly along the blood stained metal arena floor. Grayson patted himself down, a habitual examination he did before every fight. His obsidian-red plate armor moved with unmatched balance and grace. He smiled to himself, knowing he wasn't sacrificing protection for the sake of agility unlike his rival.
To the side of both combatants sat a mighty throne
Once Upon a London NightHarvey Taylor was no man for fancy parties. In fact, he didn't belong anywhere near the ballroom, nor in the kitchen below. He belonged in a stable with the horses that pulled his carriage around. Yet, there he was, in the middle of a ceremony to honor an Earl he'd never known, for deeds he hadn't heard of.Once Upon a London Night by SolidMars
He sipped on expensive champagne, and pretended to know the difference between it and the ale he savored in the slums, ate those little snacks they served, and complimented the cook. Although, if it was up to him, he'd punch the man in the face and spit the food out, but not tonight. Tonight was all about appearances.
"Will, William? Is that you?"
The soft feminine voice snapped him out of his thought and a small grin crossed his lips once his gaze met the young woman who curiously eyed him.
"Ahh, yes, hello, who are you?"
"Oh Will, you little jester." She chuckled
CONFLICT: Act 1 Chapter 5CONFLICT: Act 1 Chapter 5 by HewhoDrawsALOT
BETWEEN THE WORLD SEAMS
The boy was resting, high on top of the grand wall that kept the wilds at bay. The sun had disappeared with the westward rotation, and its sky blue blanket was dragged along behind it. In the absence of the day’s light, the nocturnal shadow had cast its own veil. Darkness would creep out to fill the nightly voids, but it was not wholly free during this recess. The moon served as its glowing warden. Vinced’s lunar gaze had been blessed with the ability to cut through black, but they were mere candles in the wake of this celestial keeper. As he looked out from his roost, on top of the colossal divide, he was able to see by the light of night’s glowing orb. From his venue, Vinced found that the wall abided by its sole charge. Lying right on top of it, he sat on the very line of two worlds: the city of man, and the wilds of nature. But this was not the only rim that the boy found himself balancing on. Because of the wall
CONFLICT: Act 1 Chapter 4CONFLICT: Act 1 Chapter 4 by HewhoDrawsALOT
TAKE ROOT AND BOND
The sky was a blanket of gold and orange. Through the veil of dusk, birds were fluttering in a crisscross as they made their way home. Singing their evening songs, everyone outside was allowed to enjoy it. Walking within the resident area he had woken up by, Vinced saw that things were different during the sunset. As opposed to the stillness of the morning, little people had begun to emerge from their dens and cause their own little ruckus. Mounted on tricycles and bikes, scooters and skates, the kids road in circles while chasing one another in good fun. A few animal kin couldn’t help but join in. Small dogs and puppies, woofing their tiny woofs, were the most prevalent. Pattering along on their stumpy legs, the balls of fluff pursued their owners, unbothered by the notion that they would never catch them. Even so, when they did, the rambunctious litter would begin nipping at the children’s ankles
our zeniths are neither odd nor evenMake me more than the photographsour zeniths are neither odd nor even by DSteffi
I took for leisure,
and just general
rebelling- against -time.
Don't visit me
in an immovable space—
you know how much
and I think I got enough of that
in open air.
Feel me in the complications
of your chaos
. memes to dismember me with .. memes to dismember me with .. memes to dismember me with . by Amanda-Graham
We want to know who we are, and alone, we find no answers. We turn to the eyes of others inquiring, "Do you know me?" At times we suffer their silences. Much later, in those moments where endings are being approached, we wonder, ‘Was it what they saw of me?’ or ‘Had I made other choices, at some point earlier on, would this moment have been avoided?’
Our meanings, seeing ourselves, occur only as echoes. The sound of footsteps in dark alleys, in Marseille perhaps, where I was uncertain in my language, so involved in thinking that I missed what it was she said softly. I caught only the words "... your beauty is too subtle." These years later, it's come upon me that that was her goodbye and I'd been damned by looking with microscopes at what I thought I was seen as, and that she'd seen what I truly was.
Our minds are flavored by all of the accumulated histori
Choice in the DirectionIf being gay is a choice, then so is being straight, bi, etc..Choice in the Direction by Everlasting90
The truth is we can't choose the feelings,
but we can choose the direction.
. fortune cookie messages .. fortune cookie messages .. fortune cookie messages . by Amanda-Graham
what you want
leather an lather
mirror reflects a glimmer'n light
tilt of helmet
booted and grimacing
- remembers –
' ... i'm about ... '
her loyalty and love
precision of her self-assessment
countered only by the weight
of the rocks tucked in her dress
sisters of the shadows
blurred in passing
ouuuu Clive Barker? umm errr wot about
Hemingway - dead
Plath - still dead
Pynchon - doesn't really exist
my list is long and plays like a wax-tube recording
names and places those writers and poets roamed
while I remained a child trapped by obligations
only reading, imagining, formed scenes far from home
not a come on
simply a moment of
Chapter 1: The Tempest
Young Nyck awoke to the muffled roaring of crashing waves. The shaking boom of thunder seemed to clear his eardrums. His eyelids opened, revealing a blurred vision of lightning striking out of a dark blue overcast sky. He felt his body rock up and down.
Nyck's vision clarified, the lightning striking out of the sky was a pale blue. The smell of rain and the seawater entered his nose. As he lifted himself up, he realized he had been lying on the damp floor of a launch. His eyes widened in bewilderment as he looked around at his nautical surroundings.
Nyck placed a hand on his throbbing head. What happened? How did I get here? Is this a dream? The last thing he remembered was staring at the ceiling of his hotel room from his warm bed, trying to fall asleep.
The undulation of the boat assured him that this was no dream. His stomach felt it was dropping.
Three piles of damp ash surrounded him, some of it spilled from the heaps. He frowned at the mounds. Where did they come from?
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