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For Our Sovereign LandWe march in her defence!For Our Sovereign Land by aillin1
On cours-battaile pour sa defense!
Towards the chaos,
We unite to face our attacker.
Our views be many,
We fight together to protect our home.
We fight for our land!
On battaile pour notre terre-même!
The Red and Blue united,
Yet reds and blues fight.
With hubris they march,
With determination we stand.
Dishonour beyond reason!
Our courts lie in ruins
Burned to the ground.
Like dragon's breath is the eagle's cry.
Our homes burn under black smoke.
The fork has blasted a shout.
A warning of what is to come.
I command the sea!
La mers aux moi!
Shannon's cries demand yield.
Her opponent will give it.
She will not be denied,
She will not be beaten.
Our hero beaten, our cause made deep as his grave.
Notre seigneur décédé, notre cause plus fort.
Brock lies dead on the Heights.
We will continue our valiant march.
Our upper and lower state will remain one,
Our cause will remain true.
To the white mansion we march.
To our aggressor we bring to justice.
So far... Chptr 1 through 5So farSo far... Chptr 1 through 5 by KaiaKay421
It's the day before my birthday and everything is normal as usual. Nothing exciting or anything, but you wouldn't think that seeming I live in New York City. But aside from the Macy's day parade, and Broadway, and anything else that ends up on the news, New York City is pretty much, busy, loud, and boring. I sometimes wonder what it's like to go to a public school in New York. I've always been homeschooled. But I'm friends with
a little bit of Chptr 6Chapter 6a little bit of Chptr 6 by KaiaKay421
I woke up with the sun in my eyes. I rubbed my head then sat up, feeling a strong tension in my right hand. I looked down and saw Connor holding my hand tightly, cuddled into the side of where I was laying. I lay back down and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close. Then I gasped as he rolled over on me.
I never realized how heavy he was until now. I did think about pushing him off but he was warm, and smelt good. So I just kind of dealt with the heaviness and cuddled into his chest, listening to the slow race of his heartbeat. He sighed contently, and then yawned. Smiling I leaned up and kissed his cheek as I watched his eyes slowly open. He grinned down at me and pulled me on top of him.
I giggled, as he asked "How are you feeling?" he kissed my cheek
I smirked a bit "Better than before."
"Mmm that's good." he smiled and squeezed me. I smiled widely and pushed myself up, straddling his waist. He moaned a bit when I grinded teasingly, and placed his hands o
Commission - Dirty SecretA house so splendid and fineCommission - Dirty Secret by Diluculi
A house you proudly call "Mine"
Yet I spy with my little eye ...
But behind the facade: rotten wood
Skeletons in closets shut for good
At heart you are oh so pure
The just's sleep is your's for sure
But still my little eye does spy...
Do you have sweet dreams, my dear, at night
While you did leave me with hurt and fright?
A gentleman and a sir
You believe that's what you are
And I hear with my little ear...
All of the silent cries you blocked out
So long you don't even hear me shout
Keep pretending, go ahead
Yet your secret still isn't dead
I'm alive and won't disappear
A haunting ghost I don't want to be
I rather take the life you owe me
Between Two States of Being"Look," you said.Between Two States of Being by SomethingOnceSacred
And I saw
The gap between the worlds,
One above, and one
Below the clouds.
The separation is slender,
And even when I stand
At my highest point,
I can only ever hope
The slightest brush of water vapor.
Make the rain acidic
And then wonder why it burns them.
I have found a place higher
Than the tainted rain,
I cannot reach the sun.
When you stood at
That peak beside me,
As you closed your eyes
With such grace and faith;
I was almost startled
To see the ground rush up to meet you.
"The Earth is so beautiful from here."
For a moment,
I sought to be
As courageous as you were.
While I backed away from the edge,
That you were a misguided fool
To think you knew anything
Of the sky.
Viridian GoldViridian Gold by AlizaFoxx
This gold cannot be sold for profit; nor can it be made to encase jems. This gold
only beats at you until you are bloody and ragged; a mere skeleton of what you once were.
The only thing it has in common with the true gold is its ability to turn men, into
Sand slipped stealthily through the young woman's clenched fist. There are many
who have adapted to this harsh climate, only the strong survive. Clenching her eyes shut,
an image appears, one not made from the heat of the sun as it crushed down upon each
living creatures' neck, but of a memory. She remembers the faces of her younger siblings,
a small boy and a girl only a few years younger than herself. Her heart felt slowly
punctured with the thoughts, and a fountain of tears rose to her ears and nose,
threatening to spill.
Jerking back to the present she shook off her emotions and knelt down, sensing a
calculated stare resting on her. Turning slowly, she scanned the barren sandy plains.
The Thing in Your MindThe little girl in the soft blue nightgown,The Thing in Your Mind by IrelElengar
Her wispy brown hair her crown,
Sweet little smile,
Her tiny feet pattering down the aisle,
"Mama...here I am..."
The little girl treads quietly back down the hall,
Her shadow following her, looming and tall...
In the morning she'll be dead,
Lying all pretty on her white sheets in red...
Killed by that Thing,
Quick and deadly is its sting,
Invisible to all, only in her mind,
Eating away, leaving just a little rind,
Pushing her toward the brink,
Severing her last link,
Plunging her into the abyss of insanity.
Poisoning Ivy - Chapter ThreeMy feet carried me as fast as they could down a dusty, old road. It was dark and all I could see is a dim light in the distance. My chest tightens, but no matter how fast I can run or how far my feet carry me, the light seems to stay the same unreachable distance away. As I grow more exhausted my feet slow, my knees become weak and my eyes get foggy. Why can't I go anywhere? I need... I need to get away from here... I need to... My thoughts echo over and over.Poisoning Ivy - Chapter Three by CharIie
I gaze up at the sky slightly, which is dotted with small stars far, far away in the distant night sky. My feet manage to carry me further down the path, although I don't seem to be moving at all. My feet start to slow and stagger.
My lungs let out two huge gusts of air and then a strange burning sensation rushes through me, and then the feeling like I'm plummeting towards the ground from a great height. I quickly realize that I'm not as high up as my brain is telling me and it must be the fatigue fooling my mind. But I am
Reluctant Playwright (10,500 Words)“There will be no rehearsal?! Why?” The overweight, overly makeup clad, official demanded grumpily.Reluctant Playwright (10,500 Words) by dtb84
“Of course there will be no rehearsal, Scipio. My troupe knows its lines well. I personally guarantee it will be an excellent play. Even more, this is a play that is owned only by me and my actors. I cannot risk someone spoiling it for the crowd before the festival.” Romulus was lying through his teeth as usual. He had no play lined up at all.
The fat magistrates face lit up, “A new play for my eyes?! I have seen every play any local troupe has put on in the last twenty years—some were remarkably bad, but that be neither here nor there. If you say you have a new play for us I will let you slide on the rehearsal.” With a smile he added, “Of course you know the punishments for lying to a government official.”
Romulus did, that was why he and his troupe had to leave there last town. Officials always wanted more than they were willing to
City LimitsLost in his thoughts, James hadn't noticed the silence in the car. Campbell broke it.City Limits by screaminggnome
“Do you have the papers I gave you?”
“Of course”. He produced them from his pocket and flashed them briefly.
“Good, you'll need them in a few miles when we join the main road. Just do exactly as they tell you and it'll be fine”.
The car began to slow down, bouncing gently along the broken tarmac. The engine turned off, along with the headlights, and they stopped dead in the blackness. This wasn't right. James wanted to say something to Campbell, but he had pressed his fingers firmly to his lips.
“It's a patrol. Just down the road – I can hear them”, he whispered.
“I thought you said we'd only run into enforcement at the city border,” replied James.
“I did, but they don't like people to travel on these roads. Problems with the hordes trying to get into the city”.
“Why are we even travelling on these roads in the first p
Hello Old FriendsHello old friends,Hello Old Friends by cee69
I am not sure if you will read these words, but I still want to write them. If you do, times for change have long since past. Please know, this one last time, I regret things that I have done. However, know that I never stopped caring. I’m not going to explain my behavior, nor should I have to do that.
Know, this one last time, that I live my life to its fullest now. I recognize that which I have lost and regret that it was you. Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time. Sometimes I wish I could make you see how things made sense to me at the time.
Know, this one last time, that I think of you nearly daily. I don’t know if you still think of me sometimes, I hope you do. I still wonder how your lives go now that we went our separate ways.
The time for talking has long since passed but I needed to share these words with you.
One last time
Tales of Daavas: Heroes Dawn: Chapter XITales of DaavasTales of Daavas: Heroes Dawn: Chapter XI by DarthSithari
Chapter XI: Desert Scorpions
It had not been as long as a journey as everyone thought to get to the Desert Scorpions outpost. It had only taken a day, but the path into the Monarch Mountains was still treacherous. The thin winding paths made mobility difficult, and forced many of the large forces to have to stay behind at the base of the path into the mountain. Also, something worse happened to our company of heroes… Twitch took up Hyr’s place of asking ‘are we there yet?’ over and over again.
“Are we there yet?”
Infinite crown Chapter 10- Friendly mission As the ninja has received their new rank as a genin, the ninja leaves with Satoshi. The scene switches to the temple with Shori and Nagisa.Infinite crown Chapter 10- Friendly mission by Gm27
Meili: So what do you plan on doing?
Shori: I'm going to travel around the world and explore. But first I'm going to do something that needs to be done. Something that has bothered me for the past ten years.
Meili: Is it that brothel?
Shori: Yep. I'm gonna destroy it.
Meili: Well I can't say what your doing is good or bad. Whatever you use your martial arts for is entirely up to you.
Shori: Then I'm going to start off by freeing prostitutes.
Meili: You have a good trip then.
He hugs her.
Shori: Thank you for taking care of me mom.
Meili: (crying)(smiling) Your welcome. I'm glad I raised a good son.
Nagisa: Thank you for teaching me martial arts.
Meili: Your welcome.
They leave and head to the brothel.
Guard: Would you like to go in?
Guard: Why are you here then?
Shori drinks water.
Shori: Sanshou uppercut!
He uppercuts him in the
A Little Treasure pt 2Chance curled up in the corner of the tank, whimpering and staring down at Squishy fretfully. "*Wh-what am I doing here...?*" He wondered aloud, trembling and making the octopus quite sleepy. "*Are you o-okay? I'm so glad he didn't kill yo-*" The breath caught in the merman's throat at the thought of Squishy dying, and he whimpered a little louder, hugging the poor cephalopod, which blubbled loudly, though was flexible enough to be squashed a lot harder. "*Sorry, but I need comfort right now.*" The boy's brows furrowed, and Squishy let out a sigh, climbing up onto the other's chest, tentacles wrapping around his neck and shoulders, the octopus burying his face deep in the boy's lower chin, blubbing some more.A Little Treasure pt 2 by ZantizeYaoiFangirl
The pirate came back in, holding a plate, then ascended the stairs, rapping on the glass, making some little fish scatter. Chance gasped at the sudden surprise, not noticing the man walk in, then hesitantly flick his tail, haltingly
Infinite crown Chapter 9- Failed suicide A witch named Tomomi has freed a samurai named Ryuu. As Ryuu is freed, he hears a dragon roaring in town. He heads for it to slay it with honor.Infinite crown Chapter 9- Failed suicide by Gm27
Ryuu: You! Get ready to be slain!
Mikana: I'm not looking for a fight.
Ryuu: Did you just talk? Dragons are not supposed to.
Mikana: You heard what I said right? Then yes I can talk.
Ryuu: No matter. I will still slay you!
She turns into her human form.
Ryuu: Even if you a beautiful female, I will still slay you!
Mikana: Why would you slay your own partner?
Ryuu: You fool! A dragon could never be my partner! Do you know who I am?!
Mikana: Yes I do. Your name is Ryuu Yamada. Your a former sergeant in the samurai military. I know why you were in jail. Your grudge against drug dealers. You killed any that was selling drugs.
Ryuu: (angry) THAT'S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS YOU DAMN LIZARD!!! I HAVE MY REASONS!!! THEY ALL DESERVED TO DIE!!!
Mikana: Did you kill them to honor your family? Or was it revenge?
Ryuu: (angry) YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!!
Tears on the SerengetiTears on the Serengeti by tommyboywood
the freedom to roam
the birth of a newborn cub
weeping for the slain
masai mara's endless plains
life here is pleasant, serene
freedom and joy, protected
our brethren are hunted
why do they keep shooting?
the wind whispers their secrets
the killings are uncovered
why is there not an accounting?
they vanish, one by one
who is watching?
who is aware of this genocide?
and yet life on the serengeti thrives
shall we shut our eyes?
shall we pretend not to hear, to know?
we weep for you, our brothers and sisters
our hearts our heavy, our spirits crushed
we will wait
we will wait and we will remember
the time for relief, is it not near, my brethren?
there is a word, a word that we cannot b
The End.When the end is imminent, and you’ve lost the last of your hope, will you utter my name?The End. by rociobelindamendez
Will we hear the sound within your paved, damp lips, skateboarding across your palate?
Will you dare to remember our story, my sweet, or will you annihilate it’s memory without a thought?
––The murder, slow and macabre, starting from the present, torturing itself into the past, dripping drops of deceit.
How does my name taste in your mouth?
Bitter, and rancid?
Dulcet, and guilty?, perhaps a little like regret.
You made sure our love ended in tragedy, Shakespeare would’ve bowed down.
My life is at it’s bitter end, and I write you my final words.
You may have done it for a reason, this i’ll never, truly know.
Your treachery hurt more than the knife’s jagged edges, to be sure.
You left me to die, without so much as a goodbye.
I guess love isn’t in the air tonight.
It took flight, with this light…
© Rocio B
Black CloudBlack Cloud by tommyboywood
They say that when it rains it pours...
There was An Ocean In my head,There was An Ocean by fandomised
There was an Ocean.
A massive ocean swirling with fluorescent greens and blues of aged ink and sogginess of old journals wrapped in a fading leather tucked under my head for a nightly rest.
And as I sleep, the ocean becomes active.
In the rather awkward yet storming eyes of fish i can see the people in my life; they are such an unobservant, faceless specie that squirm effortlessly past me in schools of tens and twenties as if i'm as transparent as the water they've inhabited.
And with this information, there really isn't much I can truly confirm. I don't understand how you would expect much else?
But using a... humans...common sense, you think,"What are you talking about? You need to shut up for a while, you know? let the ocean drain, maybe you'll find there never was one. You're life is perfect right in front of you, you see?"
Well, you know, it's merely impossible to keep the entire
Wake Up And Smell The Coffin(It's no wonder you're so blue,Wake Up And Smell The Coffin by krutch99
Holding your breath for four years.
You can't be serious.)
Maybe it was all just a bad dream.
If it doesn't hurt when you open your eyes, then it wasn't real.
And if it does, then I can't say I know exactly how you feel.
What happens in Vegas might stay in your veins
But you can hide it with your teeth if you need to.
You know as well as I do.
It's not my fault your world forgot how to spin.
You know as well as I do
You don't know me as well as you try to.
You don't know me at all.
And I don't remember what happened in Vegas.
I don't have the time, I never did, I never will.
And I wish you could play more than one bloody song
On that tiny violin.
I am Just a Kid (A TWD Literature)I always wonder when will I grow up?I am Just a Kid (A TWD Literature) by digorylarynith
Sometimes, I think that adulthood is way too complicated
I wished to put my bravest efforts as I'll clash the dilemma
But instead ran away
And let things go crumpled.
Some say I am stupid -
Others say I'm too young
I know it's a cruel world
So I'll put myself inside the bottle
But it's hard for me to look forward
For I do not know what risk lies ahead
Without guidance, I am lost...
I've wished to be like others
Who put their bravest face
But I am falling, falling
And I don't blame anyone for hating my mistakes
I am just a kid, just a kid.
I guess age do not matter in this apocalyptic world
The only thing left is just a Darwanian law
I have feared the pain the most
I don't know why but I hated being hurt
Since life is harsh, I guess
I'll just get over with it
I've wished to make things right
But my actions failed me
God I hate, I hate
I truly hated myself at all
So I took the blame on myself
As I've tried to rid of myself with it
I'm just a kid, just
I'm sorry, I can't fall for youI'm sorry but I can't fall for youI'm sorry, I can't fall for you by digorylarynith
Because I feel hardly anything for you at all
I know how hard to be hurt when it comes to rejection
But please don't feel bad,
It's just not worth it at all.
"Hi there, how are you?"
My usual greeting to you
You've replied with your brightest smile
Saying I feel great, it's nice to see you
To me, those words mean nothing to me
But to you, it means everything.
I've never thought that you've cared for me
More than a friend, as more than I've ever imagined
But I only considered you as a good friend
And nothing else.
I'm sorry that I can't be your lover
Because our feelings are not mutual
And love is a complicated thing
So please don't take it too much
Or you just might only regret it
I am not the one and same goes to you
We're just friends and nothing else
Things might be worst
With unmutual feelings
I'm sure there's a better person destined for you
Someone who can make you happy
Although I really cared for you,
My dearest friend
I really cannot fall for
A Rose with a dark secret part 16 A/N: Hello there. Diya-chan hereA Rose with a dark secret part 16 by FireWitch25
I'm so so sorry for not being able to update as frequently as I used to. Unfortunately, I was hit with a very bad virus infection which has made me lose weight, cough so bad that I sometimes spat out blood, uncontrollable sneezes, dizzy spells, headaches and horrible chest pains! I had to go to the doctors so many times, mainly emergencies because there was no time for appointments and my infection here isn't getting any better!
All you lucky people who isn't diagnosed with this demonic virus, beware! It's so bad and like the worst thing ever! It has something to do with the wind in the Sahara desert or something I don't know and has been in the BBC news lately. I thought that the ice-cream I had at night as the cause of all of this since it started out as a sore throat but nooooo it was not! Enough of my rambling; let's get on with the damn story man!
Thoughts of Roses, Pt 6.Deathbeds.Thoughts of Roses, Pt 6. by LittleFoxxie
You screamed when Drago told you.
You remember your head sinking like a ships anchor into your hands, feeling the pressure of your fingertip automatically clinching the hair attached to your head between your fingers, the entire universe seemed to fade out into the everlasting blackness like a transition, your brain gradually switched off. You could hear voices murmuring all around you, but couldn’t figure out what they were saying. The voices, oh god the voices wouldn’t go away. They always followed you, everywhere you went, they never left you.
Scourge the hedgehog was dead... somehow your mind was struggling to process that piece of information, part of you refused every bit of it, you didn’t want to believe it, yet you felt quite ashamed to admit that you had a terrible gut feeling that this would happen. Scourge was your everything, quite literally everything. He was the oxygen you breathed, the smoke to your high, the pencil to your pa
RQ: Understand (BTT x Reader)The transfer student was a ghostly kind of girl. She danced in and out of everyone’s vision without a single word, or a single sound. Rumours spread that she came from an abusive family, now living with adoptive parents. What she was no one understood, or perhaps, no one cared.RQ: Understand (BTT x Reader) by icey-angel
The students in this school were a compact community of teens. Naturally, despite her subtle and fragile existence, everyone knew of her. She stuck out, the more alone she was, the more they noticed her.
What they felt towards you was a sort of curiosity. They didn’t understand your silence, like you didn’t understand their language. You contained yourself inside the box of your existence, so desperate yet so afraid.
There was this thing you always did: you waited until the school became empty, until everyone went home, you sat in the seat of your last class, and stared into the nothingness before you. That was the thing you did, because you were afraid to go home. “Home” was a
Dreaming, Chapter 12, Beauty and the BeastChapter 12, Beauty and the BeastDreaming, Chapter 12, Beauty and the Beast by The-Silverthorn
Amy’s eyes widened in fear. No, it couldn’t possibly be true. She thought. However it all seemed so logical, so true. But could she do it? That was the real question. Could she sacrifice herself to save her friends and the universe?
“Amy, Amy!” a voice called, Amy looked up to find Cream looking at her with concern.
“Who were you talking to?” Cream asked, Amy looked down again and said
“An old friend” Amy then looked at the scene in front of her, nearly everyone was in a near death fight against Nazo, blood was spilt and souls were lost, there was no more right, no more moral, now only pure rage and hatred took over our fallen heroes. Then without warning Dark Sonic was pushed aside and in his place Fiona and Wave stood. With a gun in their hand, they pointed them at Nazo and said
“Leave this world now” Nazo just laughed at their comment and replied
“Do you really thing two m
We're Out of Service RangeYour call is too distant becauseWe're Out of Service Range by WindFragments
we're out of service range,
so just surrender
since you can't find
the destination on the map
You're looking for when
you will become an adult
and stop having this sense
of wanderlust and being lost,
but you can only see
This was not marked on the map
and this was not part of the plan,
so you tried to erase it all
from your head
(Because you didn't want
to waste your change on something
so imperfect, you deleted
the numbers and names and feelings
from your mind)
But no matter how hard
you try not to cry, you
are still just a child, girl,
so trip and fall for them
as many times as you have to
and when you call, I'm sure at least
you will be there to answer yourself
with a smile
Rag DollCrawling in my skinRag Doll by UrDeadlyDesire
inhabits the worms of death
they prance in my flesh
tracing out little tunnels
I pierce the epidermis with a needle
blood gushes out feeding the worms;
the sudden sting left me idle
So I lick the wound delicately
dragging the maggots with my tongue
I bite myself and savor death
now I can continue the cleansing
I pull out the needle from the other side
the string quickly passing through
gathering all impurities along the way
leaving a stitch at the end
I repeat this process
...over and over again
stitch by aching stitch
I must be all prettied up by midnight
have to please master with my appendages
become his atrocious little doll;
I'm the putrefaction that never ages
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weirdTo the person who holds my best friend's heart... by MEBwrittings
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
I'm sorry...I didn't stop you.It's funny how the person you love can destroy you.I'm sorry...I didn't stop you. by MEBwrittings
How they can literally kill you with just a few words like:
I don't know you anymore
I think we're better off apart
Oh how those simple words can destroy you
And I don't blame you for falling apart.
After all, I did as well.
And don't blame you for the fact that you've changed
Because I changed too.
It was a change for the better,
We found our dreams, after all.
I blame myself for the fact that I couldn't stop you
Or rather I didn't.
It's both mine and his fault that you're like that.
His fault for breaking you and mine for not putting you back together when I should have.
I'm sorry... I was blinded by the fact that I loved you too much.
I didn't see what you were becoming.
I'm sorry...I wish I stopped you sooner.
If I did, this never would have happened.
Now it's too late.
Sacrificing the SunThe horizon is farther away than I thought it could be,Sacrificing the Sun by FlickeringCandle
"It is for the best."
and now I can't pull it closer, not with ropes on my wrists.
"We need the money."
My home is in the sun, in the heat and gold light;
"They will take care of you."
My family cut me away from the sun.
"We love you."
I thought I could fly when I was a child, soaring through the shimmering air.
"They'll send us money when you work for them."
These people laid me down with bricks.
"They will never hurt you."
I hate it when they touch me.
"They will NEVER hurt you."
I hate it when he touches me.
"How much will you pay us for her?"
They sold my soul for cents and dollars, and I can't rip away my price-tag.
"Get on the plane."
"Don't talk loudly."
"Look at the camera."
"Do NOT leave here."
"After all we've done for you..."
"Why do you make us hurt you, you little..."
"They won't find your body!"
I CAN'T LIVE IN THE DARK ANYMORE.
BastilleWalking out into the dark,Bastille by FlickeringCandle
you take me to your favorite place on earth.
And I'm questioning why as you look to the sky,
to the memories I run from.
"Do you understand that we will never be the same again?"
"Yes, these are the days that bind us together, forever."
Standing on the cliff-face, the highest fall you'll ever grace,
there's an albatross around your neck:
a wonderful part of the mess that we've made.
Now words are all we have.
We used to swim in your stories and get pulled down by their tide.
But if you close your eyes,
we are the last people standing.
Oh, tell yourself how it's going to be,
Oh, to see what it means to be free.
But I don't want to face the world in tears.
PrometheusMy friend told me that cross-roads taught lessons,Prometheus by FlickeringCandle
that on the hangings of cliffs wisdom creeps
into our hands and fills us with knowledge that evaded us,
knowledge that would have led us to a different road.
Life teaches the greatest lessons in the worst of times
and we learn things through hindsight that give us the spark
of truth and the torch that leads others through doors
only opened with keys we picked up with guns to our heads.
She talked of nothing but these things.
She's dead now.
But not in vain, because I will pick up her torch
and carry it to her grave.
I will see her soon.
Creatures of Wood There once was a kindly old man who learned how to make creatures of wood live. He tenderly carved each figure with care, and breathed into them the gift of life. The wood creatures lived peaceful and happy lives in the old mans house. He spent hours building cottages for them with miniature bedrooms for them to lay their wooden heads at night, and living rooms for them to relax and talk to one another.Creatures of Wood by penniepapaya
The old man had a son whom he loved dearly, for his wife had passed&
Puerile SoulsFalling from an ocean star,Puerile Souls by kosi11
Effusive as the morning Sun,
Juxtaposing souls on an altar,
Pearl clouds neath, we run
Into a moonshine hue green,
Amid a forest euphoric azure,
Footsteps in amber unseen,
A subtle but ecstatic gesture
For minstrels to descend below
And golden trumpets weave forth
For souls in sonority glow
In the halls of the crimson court;
Resting neath canvas of stars,
Puerile jests we mildly share,
Words forth mellow and sparse
Into glistening eyes I thus stare.
End of Days (Part Three)So there I was, facing the zombie apocalypse with my estranged thesis supervisor. There was nothing in my arsenal of zombie-related knowledge for dealing with something quite this terrible. I vaguely considered taking my chances with the living dead milling outside the doorway she had just pulled me through.End of Days (Part Three) by perilousrealms
Professor Jasmine Holt was terrifying in a number of ways. Firstly, she was young for a professor. While her youth, in and of itself, wasn’t actually terrifying, there was definitely something very chilling about the kind of mind-boggling focus and dedication it took to be a well-published and tenured professor at slightly over thirty. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the first meeting I had with her after submitting a sketchy draft of my dissertation proposal. She had bored through my lazy and poorly-constructed arguments with the precision and mercy of a razor sharp knife slicing through butter. It was like having my brains dissected without anesthesia. I did not
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