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That She May SeeI made the offer to my dead wife to use my eyes
to see her grand children grow up. Now every time
I see something I probably shouldn't, every time I
look to the darkness all I can think of is her eyes
looking back at me.
They do not judge only seem sad at a broken promise.
My mind is changed as is my heart. I wish only for her
happiness wherever she may be as I look once more to
the photos of our Grandchildren that she may see.
Dead At My FeetLeft standing in the aftermath of that battle within myself,
blood and terror, total war of the soul stains the earth
as fire licks razor cuts upon my fine ideals to smoke
that stings my eyes and leaves a taste of burnt flesh
upon my tongue. Gods and devils lie
dead at my feet.
Hell An' Damnation!It'd been hours since the funeral and wake of Pappa Joe, the oldest living family member and my Grandfather. I'd eaten more than my fair share, drank too much and told too many of the "colorful" stories I remembered the old man telling over the years and so when it came time to leave no one made even token attempt to get me to stay. Granma stayed behind. There were family members she only ever saw at funerals and weddings she'd explained. I'll catch a ride with........ she'd said but my mind was a blur from the booze and I'd wandered away and out the door without even hearing, or if I'd heard I didn't comprehend.
Hell an' Damnation! I heard immediately upon entering my Granma's house. Hell an' Damnation! The familiar voice gave vent to all the frustration of a man who'd walked into his home only to find he no longer lived there. Hell an' Damnation I heard again as I stood transfixed unable to look away from the scene of Pappa Joe standing, his back to m
I Keep DreamingThe world shakes
I see my face in the broken mirror.
Facets of existence,
a million different mes falling from my bed.
The floor is hard and cold.
I want so much to be warm.
but I keep dreaming.
Night Of StoriesThere was a moon in the sky when I was young, the old man told us. A Moon? What's that?, the young ones asked. A whole world right up there he said. So close you could reach out and touch her if you climbed the high mountains and if you wanted you could jump up and she'd catch you and you could spend the day. Yer fibbin', said the older ones but I couldn't help but ask, where did she go? Well, she got tired one day and fell from the sky, he said and while she rested greedy people made a slave of her and made her carry them away never to be seen again. That's sad I said. Won't she ever come back? Not in my lifetime he said with a tear in his eye he quickly wiped away but I saw it. And since that night, that night of stories I've sat here watchin' , waitin' for her to return so I could say the old man missed her while she was gone and won't she please stay in case he should return.
The Clapham and District Pirate ChoirIt had been a long day at Pirate Primary School and the Ruthless Edward (aged 6) was getting ready for bed. He sighed as he pulled on his pyjama bottoms. He really wanted a wooden leg like all the cool kids but Granny had said he couldn’t have an amputation until he was 18.
He buttoned up his pyjama top and got under the duvet with his ruthless teddy just as Granny came in with a snack for him. He sat up and she handed him the plate, and then she sat down beside him on the edge of the bed.
“So, what did you do at school today?”
The Ruthless Edward rested the plate on his knee and thought. “We learned about pirated material, Granny,” he said. “Stealing other people’s work.” He frowned. “It was pretty boring—not like real pirates at all.”
“No,” agreed Granny, smiling, “that isn’t much like our kind of piracy but it does have its origin in proper pirates. Shall I tell you about it?”
60 For 60: The Priory School (2)His card, which seemed too small to carry the weight of his academic distinctions…
The witness was an Oxford don, who eyed Holmes’ card suspiciously.
“I wonder you do not list your academic qualifications,” he said.
“To be truthful,” Holmes smiled, “I did not complete my official studies.”
The professor frowned. “I spent eight years at various colleges.”
Holmes nodded gravely. “It is nothing to be ashamed of. Some people do need extra assistance.”
Life's Hard SometimesAlright, I'll let you know how my day went. I was miserable the moment I woke up. Usually I like to sleep in, but today I had to leave the house way early, so I had to be up at 11:00. Yep, I had to be out of bed by 11:00 in the freakin' morning. I had a doctor's appointment today, and my stupid doctor insisted on scheduling it for 1:00 PM. He said it had to be that early because of some bull excuse. "I have to to fit someone for a cast after he gets out of ER," he told me. What? He wasn't going to be conscious, couldn't wait a few hours? All I know is that because of the doc's poor time management, I lost two hours of sleep.
I know what you're thinking, "Yeah, that was bad, but at least it was over." You'd be right, but it didn't end there. The day just kept piling it on.
After the check-up (Which took like half an hour. That doctor didn't care about my time at all) I decided I should get something to eat. I
Being a Better Bad Guy: Entry 151Electrify the iron bars of your cells, then provide your prisoners with files and watch the fun. As an added bonus, electrify the keyholes to deter any would-be lock-pickers.
Plans Are Overrated
Nikki Davidson sighed heavily as she started to run her fingers through the fur collar of her father figure, the armoured and expressionless blue alien known as Auld as the snarky alien turns slightly before looking to his human ‘daughter’ as he mentioned in his gruff voice.
“If you’re going to act like a cat I can get you a ball of yarn to play with” as Nikki just mimicked Auld’s gruff voice, obviously impersonating people was a talent that the unstable ex-SPD Blue Ranger had as Auld simply chuckled from behind his expressionless face
“Your impressions are second to none” Auld chuckled as the expressionless blue alien looked to his psychopathic daughter figure with the bobcut and if Auld had any face to express emotions, he would’ve been smirking as Nikki just flipped her armoured blue alien father figure off to another chuckle from Auld.
“So what do we have on the agenda today?” Nikki asked as she peered over Auld
Shifters (Chapter 2: Katie)Katie, why do you like her?" Makayla watches as Callie, angrily, goes into the bathroom, slamming the big heavy door.
"Well, nobody else does. I like being nice to people."
"But clearly she doesn't." Kalile takes my hand. "She can't handle herself. She's weird. Maybe even mental."
"Oh, Kalile. Why would you think that? She's not mental. She just doesn't know what it's like to have attention. She's an only child. Her mom's dead. Nothing like me. I have Travis, and both of my parents." Makayla stares at me. This was news to her. "Could you try being nicer to her? I don't think she'll be mad if we're all friends."
"How would we start?" Sierie comes forward.
"Stop calling her Loupy. She doesn't like-"
"Well I can see that obviously!" Makayla snaps.
"You just need to be nicer, okay?" I continue. "She's having a hard life and it gets harder every day when you guys come to boss her around."
"Okay. We'll start over on Monday."
"No. When she comes out of the bathroom, you start over."
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