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My Eyes Have ItMy Eyes Have ItMy Eyes Have It by Michel-le-fou
Dictated by Puabi
At last a moment
Deep in love
When the tongue will find no words
When the words locked within the heart
Need no longer be heard
When the eyes
When my tears
Say what needs must be said
A drop of joy
A drop of gratitude
For keeping me near him
After all those years
Hope springs eternal in my breast
And sorrow like a corpse
Lady of the NightLady of the Night by Michel-le-fou
Lady of the Night
Lady of the night,
Beneath the pale light
Of the street lamp,
I saw your face.
When the lamp turned bright,
And your face looked white,
I thought you were an angel
That fell from grace;
But you are nothing but a vamp,
Your teeth are sharp as knives
You could be one of the wives
Of Count Dracula
Waiting in this place.
But I won't run
Though you may have your fun
And the night air is cold and damp,
For I feel that we must meet
On this lonely street
For the remainder of my life.
ET Go HomeET Go HomeET Go Home by Michel-le-fou
For days and days, the sky was dark
Lightning flashed here and there
There was more than electricity in the air
But though it was a signal "Hark"
Most folks seemed not to care
A war of worlds was still remote
For Herbert Wells once wrote
That the aliens landed in Britain
Still, there was tension in the air
But now the tension has ended, friends
And we are alone
ET go home
Stone HeartStone HeartStone Heart by Michel-le-fou
From Heart of Stone by Akela-Nakamura
A heart lost blood long ago
From flesh it turned to stone
It could not know the love we feel
So it lay in a dead chest alone
A heart of stone cannot feel
The love that lies all around
It cannot express that same love
If one day that love is found
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
Tales of Rubies: Chapter 1It began with a dream.Tales of Rubies: Chapter 1 by Avix215
In the dream, I was flying. I’d never flown in a dream before, but had heard stories that dreams about flying were important, contained messages from the future. I’d never taken much stock in premonitions, but I treasured the dream nonetheless. I moved, suspended in midair by some invisible force, without the help of so much as a single feather. Wings were for lesser beings; I used freedom to spirit me away. I could twist in spirals, flailing but never falling, nervous but never scared. And I was nimble, quick as a raindrop striking a leaf, rushing over lakes and forests and even an entire ocean, waves glinting teasingly as I sped by overhead. I darted through the openings in the mountains, snow scattering into glowing halos as I passed.
It was then that the symbols began to form, fading in and out of the edges of my vision, gradually growing bolder and creeping into my main line of vision. They looked old, odd swirls and dots, some composed of merely
Tales of Rubies: PrologueThe bell tinkled gently as the door opened, admitting a tall man in a long black cloak, spattered with dry mud that made it appear almost brown. A hood left his face in shadow. The stranger scuffed his boots on the rough doormat and closed the door, eyes sweeping the store. A musty smell hung in the air, perpetuating every corner, and the windows only let in sunlight enough to dimly illuminate the small space. The wooden shelves were loaded with goods, from ropes to sheepskins and the odd ax or two. There were barrels of rice and rather strongly smelling crates of fruit, spice racks and dried meats, all organized meticulously into sections- not something all shops cared to do. The man took all this in, noting the neatness. But he hadn’t come here for supplies. He walked the length of the store to a small, decrepit looking bookshelf at the end; so shabby you wouldn’t notice it if you weren’t looking for it. He pawed through the collection silently, not noticing tTales of Rubies: Prologue by Avix215
Assassination 2 - Artemis The roar of the engine stirred the neighborhood from its quiet night. A few curtains rose and some dogs barked as a loud motorbike came to a stop at the corner of the street under a yellow streetlamp. Thick men’s leather boots padded for small feet played their deep song on the concrete. A hoodie hid under a large biker jacket. The hood covered a petite, exotic face.Assassination 2 - Artemis by StevenGilby
Artemis strolled down the street, more curtains rose and a few curious stares followed her as she continued her way, glancing briefly between the numbers on the scattered mailboxes, quietly counting them out loud.
"35, 36, 37… Ah, there we go, 38."
A small smile crossed her lip as she eyed the house she came to. The place was dark, unlike the rest of the houses around. It looked dead, dark and rather old. She examined the windows and both sides of the house for an entry point. Nothing to climb, and the humidity made sure no one would leave a window open. The back ya
act 1: the boulevard, or, herJessie had eyes that sometimes thought they were green and sometimes thought they were brown. That night, they were in one of their depressed moods and had decided to take on the semblance of minty chocolate to make themselves feel better. If they could eat themselves, they would have. Jessie herself, however, was just as intensely, determinedly happy as usual. She skipped on every second step and her smile crackled with energy; since i flatly refused to skip with her, she would skip ahead a few feet and then turn around, pale yellow-white hair flying in the half-light from the streetlamps and storefronts, and wait for me to catch up. Our parents thought we were at a mutual friend's house, sleeping over. We'd decided to skip it. We were eighteen, after all, and it was the summer after high school, that last possible summer where you can really be a kid before having to decide what you want to do and who you want to be. College applications had been sent out, but with one girl that wantact 1: the boulevard, or, her by just-get-over-it
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
Which Way Now?Which Way Now?Which Way Now? by Michel-le-fou
Love, my eyes ache and grow tired
All I see wearies me
I should be blind at 60
But I shall remember thee
My arms are weary and weak now
But I shall still hold
I shall embrace you till my arms drop
And protect you from the cold
The world around us is all lost
They do not know which way to go
Some claim they know enough
They cannot know what I know
Will I tell them?
I tried to tell them before
It went in one ear and out the other
I shall speak to them no more
But I save my breath
Until my death
To utter to thee these 4 words
"I love you forever."
Infernal Courtship conclusionInfernal CourtshipInfernal Courtship conclusion by Michel-le-fou
Madeleine Arkova tried to swerve and block Tesla's sinewy arms as he railed at her. Ramon Tesla had a strength only found in trained living bodies. As she endeavored to avoid him, the storm hushed without the edifice for a few moments. In the chamber, the floor heaved like a small earthquake. But neither did Stanley Renfield tumble nor did Tesla loose hold of Sharon Harker. Then, from the ditch formed in the floor, a short hump-backed creature about 5 feet tall emerged. It had an animal face but it's body was human. It was a familiar demon sent to Tesla from below.
"Finish this woman," Tesla commanded.
Madeleine Arkova ignored it and continued to scrap with Ramon Tesla until the demon joined him. Suddenly the storm resumed with ardour. Tesla and his familiar looked toward Stanley Renfield. He was quietly reciting a prayer. At the height of the storm, a new figure appeared at the threshold of the edifice. A man of about 5 feet 7 inches height stalked
Infernal Courtship [page 4]Infernal CourtshipInfernal Courtship [page 4] by Michel-le-fou
The rage without the structure added to the couple's terror within. It seemed that the external forces were aware. Stanley Renfield gaped as the dead arms continued to embrace and crush Sharon Harker until her breath nearly left her body. Neither of them had the power to escape his grasp.they only stared helplessly at each other. The storm continued to rage. The wind both within and without howled and raved. The sky illuminated from bright sheet lightning flashes that would make any Christian mind think of Judgment.
As the last flash illuminated the interior of the structure and the form of Ramon Tesla to the couple, there suddenly was a voice at the threshold. It was a cracked, husky woman's voice decrying age. Stanley Renfield recognized the voice of their hostess.
"Tesla, release her now!" the woman demanded. "Our girls are surely enough for you."
"Any girl is enough for Ramon Tesla, Madeleine Arkova. You go now. I will finish them alone."
"No, Tesla, you wi
Valse TristeValse TristeValse Triste by Michel-le-fou
"Erica, my love, you know that we cannot continue this way too long. "
"Yes, Philip, I know it. "
They continued arm in arm throughout the night uninterrupted. Nobody knew that they were on the premises. Nobody saw them dance. But they knew that, sooner or later, they would finally end. They continued to dance their waltz until almost dawn.
Philip Stanley and Erica Swift were lovers and had intended to marry that year. Philip was a technician for a high tech firm and Erica was a secondary school teacher. Philip was earning almost top sales profit before May that year. Erica was a popular teacher. Then they took a holiday on new south wales at month end and had a sudden fatal accident. They died almost simultaneously and the hospital claimed that they wanted to be together after death. It was more than a joke.
They continued to embrace as they danced. Erica tried to forget that their time was limited. The master had warned them that their new life was only a few hours. They
OG's of OlympusFADE IN:OG's of Olympus by StevenGilby
Cars are driving through the busy streets. One guy, Marcus, stands on the cold street corner smoking a cigarette in an open frenzy. Another guy, Dorian, comes running across the crosswalk as the light ticks to red. He’s calm but his nose and cheeks are red from the cold.
Lemme bum a smoke. You got a flask? Mine’s empty.
Marcus holds an open pack and lighter in one hand for Dorian. After putting them away, he grabs a flask of blueberry sherry from his inner coat pocket and hands it to him. It has a two crossed broadswords on it.
Chilly as hell today.
Dorian looks around after a silent moment smoking, not seeing what he wanted to.
Where’s EDDIE at? I told him 3 o’clock. It’s almost 5. Is he ever on time for anything?!
Well, I got good news, better news, and bad news.
Dorian is visibly irate at the existence of bad news.
Start with the good, move to
Thumb On The Mob (Part 1) Amongst the light foot falls of officers going about their tasks, one set stood out as it sounded louder through the precinct, heading from the entrance over to the holding cells. The man to whom these foot falls belonged was tall; about six-four, and thin; not lanky, but like a bean-pole. His black slacks danced on the top of his black shoes, his dark-blue tie wriggled ever so slightly under the slight heaving of the man’s chest, but his bluish-gray waistcoat held it to his faded sky-blue shirt.Thumb On The Mob (Part 1) by BDancinJones
The man slowed himself down, actually stopping to tap his slightly damp forehead with his sleeve, before turning the last corner into the viewing side of the interrogation room. He proceeded to enter the room, and did so with a certain swagger in his walk and a sly smile sitting in the corner of his mouth. In the room stood a mid-twenties woman in work-place formal dress and an early-thirties officer in uniform. On the left wa
. shadowed .. shadowed . by Amanda-Graham
. shadowed .
It is a charcoal space, rectangular and seething with irregular textures. It stinks of metals and years of dusty disuse. Termed 'Scheduled for Reconversion' and 'Reconversion Through Space Leasing' it's been placed in the 'hold for another when able, we promise to be good' trash heap of this country's monumental failures.The urban landscapes that are undergoing reclaimation are, in this District and others, ignored with cracks and graffiti tag spray that are decades old.
"… grey black white blur ghost rectangle white sparkle night glimmer residential lights far off never-lands dreamt flight …"
The sounds of traffic, cut by the occasional creak and cymbal strikes of thin steel blown shutters, are the only sounds other than the soft whispers of her rhyme. The pulse and throb of her wet machinery is too soft but for the other resident-in-squat to hear. Feral cats and dogs range f
Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd Edition)Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd edition)Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd Edition) by Michel-le-fou
My father was my closest friend
But closer to my mother
I could not trust him with secrets
Secret feelings towards my mother
I begged him a dozen times
He said he had a duty to tell her
Then she called me into the 'warden's office'
What did you tell him, she demanded
"Go to your room and stay there
Till I tell you to come out!"
My bedroom was a cell in children's prison
Father crept in and warned me
Mother told him to lash me
"Try to sound in pain," he asked.
I did my best
I doubt it fooled her
Occasionally my sister played attorney
She warned me as often as she could
Sometimes my mother went off her deep end
After railing like a banshee at me
She went for other blood
Including my father
I stood out and challenged her
Why she has to find fault with them
When she found it with me
She almost always found in me
I could no longer live that way
"If you don't like to live here, you may leave."
She pointed to the door
I left home twice
Only to go
SingWill you singSing by Lupuswolf13
Sing with me
Sing my Joy
Will you sing
Sing ballads from your soul
Sing to my heart
Will you sing
Sing to comfort me
Sing away my sorrows
Will you sing
Sing me to sleep
Sing my lullaby
Will you sing
Sing me to the golden gates
Sing my salvation
Will you sing
Sing my release
Sing at my funeral
Don't cry. Just Sing
Goodbye 'friend' .. no wait.Sitting here now in darkness I stareGoodbye 'friend' .. no wait. by leanscribbles
Still wondering, and waiting to see if you care.
I've cursed you and expressed a severe disconcern
But now I have to wonder was it me who did the burn.
Was it me who pushed you away
Too impulsive too repulsive.
I'll never know and always wonder either way.
You came to me when you felt down and depressed.
I was there for you.
I barely knew you.
Yet I loved you.
Hidden HuesRefusing to escape this perfect realm,Hidden Hues by DSteffi
Oblivious to the alarm’s nagging.
Closing my eyes to falsely pretend,
This world goes on without the raging.
And yet too soon I wake to darkness,
All the sun’s light is a mirror’s illusion.
Nightmares clear the dreams I prolong,
Setting my fears into fruition.
Draped in robes of heaven’s disguise,
Evil taunts us from left and right.
So many forms it blatantly sports,
Angels must pity our little plight.
Fractions of time is hell unleashed,
Sorrow absorbed in just one blink.
Blades and ropes and bullets blend,
Each passing day a child will sink.
Colors dull to the undying clockwork,
Ears gone deaf to justified crime.
Oh just how can we all stand it?
Watching demons at their prime.
Placing pearls on the ocean floor,
And leaving hope in Pandora’s box.
The gods must feast on playing jokes,
Closing this cellar without the locks.
But just as air seeps in the tiniest hole,
Paired with night is dawn’s bright light.
Flight of the EagleIt was the last week of university. Classes were complete, exams were taken. It was the time for the students to find a job. Lucy sighed as she perused the job choices. None of job offerings appealed to her. She didn't want to be stuck behind the desk; she wanted to be out and about. Adventure and action were her calling. She logged out off the computer and got up.Flight of the Eagle by tyw7
Maybe I needed a breather. Time to cool my head. Lucy thought.
She headed to the wardrobe. She grabbed a towel and disrobed. Although age has filled her in considerably since her stick figure days, Lucy wasn't particularly curvaceous. In fact she was stronger than most typical girls (or boys). She was sure she could take even the strongest bullies in a fist fight and win.
Staring at the mirror, she could see faint scars that covered her face. She paused at the one that under her left eye. The same mark that she had sustained when monst
Puppet Masters: Chapter 6Puppet Masters: Chapter 6Puppet Masters: Chapter 6 by DuchessRush
Disclaimer: I do not own Puppet Master Characters or any of the Full Moon Features movies. I do own the plot and my OC Characters Alexis, Revy and Jinx.
*Talk* = Puppet talk.
“Puppet people seriously. I’m driving I get to pick the radio station.” Revy yelled turning the station back to where she had it.
She was met with a large group of hisses.
“I don’t care. If you don’t like it I do.” Revy hissed back at them. Alexis was deeply saddened Jester was trying to comfort her from her fears.
He wished he could explain that she and her sisters were going to be ok and that they were in good hands.
Pinhead especially would look after Jinx while they were away.
Pinhead was once a man named Herman Strauss. Strauss was a truck driver who secretly brought food to the Jewish ghettos; as a result, he w
Soul FishingSilver morning light filtered through bare branches and cold fingers traced her skin. October winds and river water, gently lapping at her feet.Soul Fishing by Aurora66
Where am I?
She spread her fingers and touched grass cool with morning dew, then slick mud. A shiver ran through her body. She sat up and glanced around – in front of her the river, slate grey like the sky; a deserted bench with chipped-off paint; the shapes of houses huddled on the other side. Seagulls shrieked above, each cry piercing the early morning silence like a blade.
She didn't recall how many times she had found herself outside her bed like this; how many times she opened her eyes to the lure of the depth at the edge of a bridge, or the squealing breaks of a car on the road. She had awoken in a park before, puzzled at the seeming safety, only to find her hands scraped raw and her knees bloodied from an unknown cause. But this time, she felt no pain; saw nothing to fear. A small smile tucked at
The GaleThe GaleThe Gale by Michel-le-fou
Perchance the reader has read stories or articles about gales that affected the course of both cruise and cargo ships, as well as traders. The gale does everything imaginable from changing the course to wrecking the ship. The course is altered when the ship is caught in the draft of the storm and turned about. It usually takes days to reset the course. The wreck is often due to being blown into dangerous places such as rock beds, upon which the ship eventually stops and damages. Occasionally the ship sinks into the sea directly.
There was a trade ship in my acquaintance several years ago. It was sailing in the Atlantic, in the general region of the old civilisations such as Mycenae, Atlantis, Lemur. These lands had long since vanished after the flood. Sometimes there were reports and warnings about the sea floor in that region. The lost civilisations had built crystal structures that, purportedly, issued powerful energy. Ships received frequent warnings that this energy affect
Frozen Shadows (Ch. 2)The Boy with the LanternFrozen Shadows (Ch. 2) by Aurora66
The silver glow of the moon broke through the retreating storm clouds like a colorless aurora. The long blades of grass on the dunes swayed back and forth, rustling softly in a duet with the sea. A figure walked up from the beach, towards the village that lay completely still even though most of its inhabitants had come out of their reed-roofed houses.
There was Cano, who owned most of the island's sheep, and Juna, who would sometimes take Moira along on her fishing boat. Juna's parents, both stooped and leaning heavily on walking sticks, stood beside her; and behind them was Moira's aunt and uncle with their five-year-old son. Between his chicken pen and house stood Rick the mainlander, the only one who hadn't been born on the island. He held his pitchfork as if to ward off an attack, yet he didn't bring it down on anything. Everyone was there; everyone except for Cano's wife and their small children and the elderly and sick – everyone who'd stepp
Galaxy P.I. Light covers the city, even at night. A bevy of colors, my favorite ones being the variations of green on the white buildings. It’s a very bright place, especially during the day. The skies are almost always clear, but when it rains, it really pours. It’s like someone dumped the cosmic bucket of water down on the city.Galaxy P.I. by StevenGilby
The skyscrapers stretch higher than my neck can bend from street level, but the sun still reaches us bugs on the street. Couple of the bigger places are as big as city blocks and act as cheap housing. They’re the tallest. Pretty fancy stuff for cheap living. I got me one, near top floor. Everyone here is at least twice as big as a human, so my apartment is very spacious. Scary shit looking all the way down – hell, it scares me looking half way down – but the view over the rest of the city is magnificent! They’re not like the buildings back home.
The indigenous species here are called something I c
Rubin Juvenile CourtRubin Juvenile CourtRubin Juvenile Court by Michel-le-fou
Many days and nights spent and passed
In the judgement of the juvenile court
Erected by my mother GRHS
Bedrooms were often prison cells
This is more than sarcasm
Those days, the verdict lay
The guilty must lie in their rooms
To await punishment
Mother was prosecutor
Father was defense
He went to my bedside to inflict surface wounds
"Try to cry," he warned me
"Mother is listening."
I tried to scream as the leather belt lashed
Mental scars are deeper than wounds of flesh
But she believed I took my beating
I sat in my room hungry and still
While the others sat at the table eating
Who can muster an appetite
When the court is not dismissed?
Those days are dead and gone
I live on
With ghosts raving in my memory
With death, all memories die
Meanwhile, I have a good lover
At my side
Chapter 1: The Tempest
Muffled sounds of waves crashing & thunder cracking was all young Nyck heard. His eyelids opened to a blurred vision of blue lightning striking out of a dark indigo sky. He felt water droplets fly onto his face. He could taste the salt of the sea. His vision came into focus. The strong winds of the storm churned the sea.
Nyck was lying on the deck floor of the boat. He raised his torso from the damp floor slowly. He felt groggy as he sat upright. The agitated movements of the boat didn’t make him feel any better. He wondered if he was any better lying down. His nose wrinkled as a whiff of something putrid went up his nostrils. He looked around. Surrounding him were three piles of damp gray ash. A silver dagger lay next to one of the piles.
He slowly lifted the rest of his body from the floor He tried to balance himself against the sea’s turbulence. A wave crashed into the boat, knocking him back down on the floor. He landed on his hands and knees. A pain shot up
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