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Disorder"What do you do?
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CreepersCreepersCreepers by Michel-le-fou
The unexpected return of a lost ship and its skipper
Everyone in the city limits of Perth, Australia, was certain that the ship had been lost, sank, in the storm The storm was worse than ones in previous years. So it had hit the ship when the ship was miles away from the shore and away from hopes of rescue. That year, the skipper, Matthew Carlyle, 26, a resident, had planned to wed his fiancée, Edna Walston, 22. Then, Edna heard about the storm. Her heart sank like the ship. She was certain that all aboard were lost and dead.
Edna’s mother and father did their best to console Edna. They suggested that she try to find a new boyfriend and marry him instead. Edna was at first reluctant, because she and Matthew had exchanged vows even ahead of their planned wedding. At last, she conceded and looked for a new love. Edna began with their childhood friends, due to familiarity. Many boys she and Matthew knew were very willing. Edna was a standa
Lost in SpaceLost in SpaceLost in Space by Michel-le-fou
[Me] "Where are we now?"
[Her] "I do't know, beloved."
[Me[ "Neither do I, but..."
[Her] 'Who cares?"
Two bright, merry souls,
Blissfully lost in space.
In another time,
In another place,
Perhaps in another life.
Shining our light to each other;
We have lost the way back,
But we don't seem to care.
"Alone, together, beloved!"
"Yes, that is the best way."
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
.upon surrender..upon surrender..upon surrender. by Amanda-Graham
... only she knows ...
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
touch stones without remark tumbled
one after another
no clack of disapprovals shed
one after another
as though i were an insult though they never spat me out
as though i were a crime they'd committed in dead of night
as though i were several different outfits now out on consignment
as though I were the dog who barked at a breaking
Adobe Slabs: Segment 6Adobe Slabs: Segment 6 by MPhlox
Okay so the place wasn't exactly the cleanest it had ever been.
It might've had the faint residual smell of diapers. And there were still some of Mags' things scattered here and there.
But hey! Their toilet was the most sparkling shining perfection this side of the city. M even debated setting up some scented candles.
Surely Ms. Reyna, Billy's mom, would understand though. About the state of the apartment, not the lack of scented candles. Although those still seemed like a pretty good idea. "We have time, don't we?"
“For what?” Billy was in the midst of wiping off Mags’ face after her breakfast as M shuffled through the cleaners below the kitchen sink.
He didn’t know what half of them were for; Ema bought him a separate cleaner for each and every surface in the apartment. He finally came across a multi-purpose cleaner that he had bought back when he moved in to the place last year and set it on top of the counter. “To t
[Teaser #7] Lustful Aggression[Teaser #7] Lustful Aggression by LennoraSilverstone
“Enough of that for you dog! How about a different sensation?”, said Riko in a steady voice. Sora was confused. “Wipe that stupid look off your face, you are killing the mood”, added Riko. “I am sorry mistress”, said Sora. “Good boy!”, replied Riko, jumping off the desk and onto his crotch, patting him on the head. Their most dirty places were now touching, four layers of clothes apart but they were right on top of each other. “Do you like this, or is doggy style more of your thing?”, asked Riko, giggling. Sora tried to start a sentence, “I-“. “SHUT UP! THAT WASN’T A QUESTION!”, shouted Riko, with her criticizing look digging right into his soul. She then grabbed his wrists, stuck them on the floor and started moving up and down, feeling his crotch with hers. Sora panicked! It all felt so nice but the lack of control was scary. He decided to give in.
Adobe Slabs: Segment 5Adobe Slabs: Segment 5 by MPhlox
Both boys sat on the couch and enjoyed a well-deserved break with minor chit chat here and there; not anything too substantial, by any means. Just little comments to break the otherwise overly silent atmosphere.
After M's last class had let out for the day, he went home to help Billy put the finishing touches on the living room. What should have taken only a day actually took several between Billy's job and M's classes. Mags had been staying with Billy's mom up until that afternoon to give them time to officially move in.
Both M and Billy promised themselves a celebratory beer once everything was settled. They had just popped open said beers with a clink.
Billy analyzed the label on the bottle. The beers were imports. Which meant from overseas, which meant how the hell did they get here? Of that, M wasn't quite sure himself. But the specialized travel it took to import goods over such perilous seas was pricey. Therefore one had to a.) have money, an
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
Sleepless EnemyMy mind miss-gives to the darkness of a darkened heart,Sleepless Enemy by DarkLover33
suffering a consequence here that I do not see,
The thick of the air looms, chocking me.
With ebony's mists clouding already blind eyes,
constantly fighting an enemy of no true shape,
fear, for I do not know if I can ever escape.
Through a Mirror DarklyHow savage the mad, little yellow moonThrough a Mirror Darkly by Hussygirlfreak
To my soft eyes appears
And what imploring tears
Could compel a Bedlam beggar’s boon
From its eerie rage?
Even in its golden cage
It terrifies with filthy hands and croons
Reaching between bars
To tear the wings from stars
(‘Tis hardly a surprise that after dark
The inmate laughs the grave-dog’s bark).
Queen of the SeasOh noble albatross, flying witness for the world I now tell,Queen of the Seas by DarkLover33
of ancient creatures dwelling far below in that watery hell.
Where the waters grow cold and stagnant and no sound disturbs,
lives one so cruel and dark, beyond all definition and words.
In the thick and gloom of deserts ebony, far off from shore,
setting eyes upon her and you will see land again nevermore.
Rising from the surface, a lovely maiden with wistful hair,
seductive thick lips and an upper torso left completely bare.
She is a mermaid, the great demon Queen of the seas,
with a kiss capable of making the currents of ones blood freeze.
And as the oceans tempest's bellowing, thundering clears,
she'll climb up ship's rails, playing upon both hopes and fears.
Her moods shifting with the waves, whims going to and fro,
but the end is always the same, pulling her victims far below.
Only then, after revealing her many sharp talons and teeth,
viciously consuming flesh as her prey screams from underneath.
To a graveyard in veils
Theatre!The Characters:Theatre! by BDancinJones
Dominique: An actor who plays the role of ‘Hero.’
Elizabeth: An actor who plays the role of ‘Villain.’
Jerilyn: An actor who plays the role of ‘Sidekick.’
Spectators 1+2: People watching the play.
Stage Manager: Someone who only speaks in stage directions
Writer: The writer of The Play.
Director: The director of The Play.
Reporter/Delivery Man: Brief one-off characters, tripled with Stage Manager
Director and Writer should be double-cast: use a simple costume difference to distinguish. Reporter/Delivery Man and Stage Manager should also be double cast; the costuming should be quite distinct between the characters, however, since it should not be perceived by the audience that Stage Manager is breaking his rule about only speaking in stage directions.
In the original production, the show’s lighting designer also operated a follow-spot during the shows, so when Stage Manager made a “witty joke at t
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,
P a s tWe don't have that type of bond,P a s t by Sharkitty
the one where you can be the type of person I can lean on,
or depend on answers from.
Funny how we used to be something much more,
a picture is indeed worth a thousand words.
You are now a stranger, the one with a familiar mask,
I want all my fucking secrets back.
Lofty RavenPerhaps all's fair in love and war.Lofty Raven by sharinqan
While your exquisiteness seems like such a chore.
Is that call of the lofty raven upon the sandy shore,
really true once it ended with "Nevermore?"
I perhaps was blinded by sensation,
not to see through deception and
ignored the warnings from my apparition.
The way your sly smile hung so bright,
like stars upon black canvas's night.
Too vivid for me, for it made me
glance away from the devilish smile
of fright that laid in your slit eyes
of the night.
Perhaps it was just me being clumsy,
deaf to the apprehensiveness that laid clear
in thin air for all to breathe
but the only thing I breathed
was the toxic scent that lingered here.
Lofty raven seemed sort of sure,
that even after Nevermore,
that all's end did fade during the midst
of love and war.
So now I must clear my path,
remove all traps that struck my painful chest,
and remove my weapons of wrath and loving rage.
For now you are faded and forgotten,
never to return.
But I still breathe
Thoughts of YouEvery day I think aboutThoughts of You by AlilliceMFC
All the things that I've done wrong
And all the things I should have done
And I remember every doubt.
Every day that you've been gone,
All I ever dream about
Is all that we'd been missing out
And all the way that we have come.
When my mind wanders off tonight,
I think of you, the time we spent
And wonder if you really meant
Those words of love or fight.
My mind just keeps on trailing off,
But all I could achieve so far
Are broken dreams upon a star
And desperate hopes I'm dreaming of.
I'm floating softly in these dreams
Where we can take back all those words,
Close all the gaps, create new worlds,
Make undone all the tears and screams.
But every day I think about
That all your words of guaranty,
Were only but a lie to me.
Still you're what I can't live without.
RegretsYou trod on all my feelingsRegrets by AlilliceMFC
when you saw that I was down.
You broke all of my meanings
and made my heartbeat drown.
You made me tremble wildly
and said it was my fault.
You held on to me tightly
then let me in the cold.
I wanted just to change it.
I wanted you to stay.
But when I tried to grasp it,
we soon were led astray.
You made me think like you now,
to blame it all on me.
You made me let myself down
and think the best of thee.
Now I rue all of my notions.
Now I rue all of my thoughts.
Now I wish to lack emotions
and bring back better pasts.
Artwhat is art?Art by sharinqan
Is it nothing more than the endless search for a constant passion in order to block away the heavy problems and mistakes you’ve made?
And what is a piece of art but a constant reminder
that we're all only one brush stroke, pencil marking, or erase away from oblivion and downfall?
Is art just a way of expressing other’s emotions?
Or is it just a waste of time,
splattered onto a painting, paper, or even a sidewalk,
only to be washed away, thrown out, and forgotten?
Faded away, never to be seen again?
Art is made to stand the tests of time,
but for specifically… How long can it’s wave of creativity and inspiration truly last?
Does it stand proud forever, or vanish in a beautiful fashion?
What happens to their names and definitions in other’s minds…?
Is it nothing but a bunch of paint threw carelessly onto a surface with no meaning to show,
or does the art piece to them look like frequent beauty upon a canvas,
Husband!Nanase Haruka x Wife!Reader: Pool TimeHusband!Nanase Haruka x Wife!Reader: Pool Time by AmieClaryOwens
You watch your husband and children in the pool, your youngest child’s feet flying as Haru held his hands and gently pulled him across the water. At five years old, he was starting to learn to swim, and seemed to take after his father in the “only swim free” motto.
You turned your head to the other side of the pool. There, you saw your two older children fighting over something. Sighing, you stand up from your chairs and walk over to the two girls.
“MOM!” both girls yell at once, causing you to lean back and cover your ears.
“What is i-” you try to say, but are cut off.
“Umiko stole my blue sweater!” the older of the two cried.
“Did not! Nami’s lying! Don’t believe anything she says!” the younger one protested.
“Oh, I’M lying? Look who’s talking! You’re the lie fountain!”
You tuned out your
Kaneki Ken | RegretsKaneki Ken | Regrets by AmieClaryOwens
Kaneki Ken x Fem!Reader
I’m sorry I did this to you.
Changed you, warped you, damaged you.
If only I had never gone with Rize that night,
You’d still be you.
No cares on your soul.
I should have stayed away with you.
Severed the bond between us
Right after I found out
The monster I was.
The monster I am.
I was greedy.
I needed you.
Now more than ever.
I just couldn’t let go.
Then I changed.
I changed drastically.
I wasn’t the Kaneki you knew anymore.
The Kaneki you loved was gone.
Forever lost in a shattered mind.
But you stayed.
And changed just like me.
You are no longer you.
You’re not the person I knew.
The person I cared for more than myself.
My dear (f/n)-chan.
I’ll leave you.
It may be too late,
The damage done to you irreparable.
Just try to be yourself agai
Chapter VII: The spider of the Jasperlode mineChapter VII: The spider of the Jasperlode mine by Blueredor
Previously ...on The Chronicles of Azeroth
"Well?". The elf asked with a threatening tone.
"I talk to them, they will go to Goldshire". Falkhaan responded with much fear as the elf release a dagger from the wall and keep it close to his neck cutting something to the collar of his shirt, "why you invaded my house?, please don't kill me!".
Move apart their daggers and sheaths it, Falkhaan gives to her a small bag with silver coins, the elf receives it and tied at her waist.
"Well". The elf said with a seductive tone while withdrawing, "I had to find food, the life of a mercenary isn't easy, you know?, thanks...you'll live". Turns and looks at him now with her green eyes, "for now".
"They paid me very well for you". the Highelf said, "but business is business".
"Red bandanas". Davis said when preparing his Immolate.
"Defias!". Gabriel shouted when preparing its new two-handed sword.
"Great food, great atmosphere". Nailock said, "and now a good fight". shows his great axe, "couldn't be bet
Chapter VI: The Goldshire's PrideChapter VI: The Goldshire's Pride by Blueredor
Previously...on The Chronicles of Azeroth
"I see those fools at the Abbey sent some fresh meat for us", Garrick said mockingly challenged and looking at them, "you success to overcome all my thieves... is the first time that adventurous as you manage to beat many of us".
"I don't know whether to take it as a compliment", Nailock said trying to deduce, "or nonsense".
"Nailock", Davis said reluctantly.
"Returns the vineyard of the town, Garrick!", Gabriel demanded by threatening with his hammer.
"You are finish!, you don't have more forces", Davis said as he and Karjub prepare their spells.
"Not if i'm still alive!", Garrick scream willingness to fight
"Don't think Cough you won", Garrick said about to pass out, "...the others....will... avenge!".
"Behold, the heroes of Northshire!", Mcbride proclaim with loud applause being accompanied by all the crowd.
"Garrick Padfoot", Willem formality yells the sentence, "by numerous robberies, murders, looting and be a member of defias...the people
Order of Heaven, ch 2Day turned into night as the fading light was extinguished by gathering clouds. The autumn rain drove the residence of a militant village indoors. Even the guards of the large fortress that protected the town favored staying dry, not willing to catch their deaths on this cold and stormy night. Instead they headed in to warm their spirits with a tankard full of ale.Order of Heaven, ch 2 by Back-Off-I-Bite
It was all too easy for Cross to sneak back in. He preferred it this way anyhow. He hated attention. Since he was such a popular figure in the community he knew he would have drawn too much attention in a normal circumstance. But now he had extra reason not to be seen returning home. Fortunately he knew where all of the perfect places were to lurk around this town unnoticed. Soon enough he made it back onto the property of the manor where he lived.
Cross snuck down a small passage of stairs at the back portion of the fort, making sure that he was not spotted. Once he reached the bottom of the stares he pounded on the thick i
Order of Heaven, ch 1It was the dead of night. The waning crescent moon was high in the sky. Its dim light faded in and out as the weather became more and more overcast. Thick fog rolled on to the forest floor. All was deathly silent, and there was a chilling air that loomed about. A storm was brewing in the north. The signs were all pointing to something sinister that was lurking about.Order of Heaven, ch 1 by Back-Off-I-Bite
Several men ignored the present danger as they trudged deeper and deeper into the woods. They were spread out as they cautiously panned outward, searching for the cause of this ominous-ness. The company’s presence was virtually nonexistent, making it hard to determine their numbers. They moved like shadows of the night, making no disturbances to their surroundings as they sought out their target.
All were poised to kill; their padded armor making their ghostly advance possible. The only thing guiding the way was their heightened instinct, and specialized enchanted weapons that were like divining rods toward the type
Embers: Chapter IIEmbers II : Calamity.Embers: Chapter II by SolidMars
A magic barrier ebbed at the intersection of Herald and Hill. It wasn't meant for protection as much as it was meant to keep the prying eyes out. The thin, sparkling veil muted the sounds within, hid its occupants from sight, and more importantly, kept the brightly glowing rift concealed under it.
"Please don't be afraid, you're safe here. If you've been hit with a spell, please go to the bartender for potions. We have enough for everyone. If you've been physically injured, Oracle Aurora is inside, and will provide healing magic."
Some groaned, others prayed, and some wept. An endless stream of different whispers flooded the snowy dome. Two men held gemmed staffs and chanted the same verses over and over. Blue bursts of energy emanated out of the gems in response to the chant and kept the barrier steady as the refugees passed through the portal and into the small tavern.
"Ancestors protect us."
"A massacre, a bloody massacre! Damn them."
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
Ira's Fantastically Bad Day I woke up on Monday morning to dreary, bland rain. The put-put-pat of the raindrops on lulled me back into my slumber, until my mom’s angry, frantic cries reached my ears.Ira's Fantastically Bad Day by AmieClaryOwens
“IRA! YOU’RE GOING TO MISS THE BUS! HURRY UP!”
I lept out of my bed. I couldn’t be late! 1st period’s already bad enough without having to walk in on everyone staring at you. I rushed into the bathroom, where I hurriedly ran my toothbrush over my teeth and threw my jeans on, before I grabbed my backpack and binder and sprinted out the door.
As I ran, I regretted on the fact that I had failed to take an umbrella while rushing through my morning routine. The rain was annoying as it soaked my clothes and hair in a dreary, bland blanket of water. When I finally arrived at the bus stop, I looked around to see no one in sight. I had missed the bus! Mom wasn’t going to be happy.
As I slugged back to my house, I stubbed
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 WOLRD SEAMS
The boy was resting on high, a top of the wall that kept the wilds at bay. The sun had disappeared with the west 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. Night would fall. Darkness would creep out to fill the void, but it was not wholly free during this recess. The moon served as a glowing warden, beating back the darkest shadows as only a slither in the sky. Vinced’s pale eyes glowed as well, but they were mere candles in the wake of the celestial keeper. As he looked out from his roost, he was able to see it all because of the moon shine; two worlds.
Vinced sat on the dividing line. On one half resided the tamed prosperity of man, and on the other, the unchecked wilds of nature. The wall he rested on had been raised so high that he could see miles into each realm.
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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