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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.
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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.
Honesty To A Dear Friend
“Auld, I know that this isn’t the most important thing at the moment but could we, possibly, move up in the world because we’ve been here ever since we split away from Gruumm and there’s not a damn thing to do here!” whines Nikki Davidson as the renegade ex-SPD blue ranger was practicing her kicks in the way that a karate student did with their master watching, even though Nikki and Auld were equals and best friends, the blue armoured alien was always keen to drill his mentally unstable human best friend, and he wanted Nikki to put him through drills, as far as the two were concerned, they trained together, travelled together and tried to destroy SPD together.
The two mercenaries had been hiding out in a warehouse on the outskirts of New Tech City and the two had turned the wide-open warehouse into a sort of Headquaters for them, with Auld setting up a whole host of technology that would put Dr. Kat Manx, one of Nikki’s former friends in SPD, to sham
Being a Better Bad Guy: Entry 39When considering costumes, do your best to keep black (or very dark grey) as one of the accent colors.
Fish Or Ferry“No.” said Serena slowly, doing her best to annunciate and raise the decibel level with each syllable. "That wasn’t what I meant."
"Oui!" replied the French man enthusiastically from behind the market stall, fish still in hand as he gesticulated wildly. "Le poisson! Oui! Oui!"
"Non. Non." Serena felt the blush creeping up her throat as people began to stare. "Non poisson. Non poisson! Non Francey! Noney Francey!"
"I don't want the bloody fish!" Serena screamed, throwing her hands onto her head and scrunching the large-brimmed sunhat between her fingers. "I asked where the ferry was! The ferry!"
EveningLying on the bed, I held in my arms a softness never felt before. The warmth of it extended onto mine while holding it tighter, as if it was a part of me that was lost for years and now was found. While nuzzling on its linen clothing, its jasmine-scented perfume tingled my nose, yet the smell sent a jolt of pleasure to my entire being as it passed through my nose. Then one truth came to my mind: nothing beats a soft pillow after being exhausted for a whole day.
CHR 103 - Assignment Three “You've all made your mockups, save for two, and today you're going to bind it to yourself and make your first two storage compartments, all at once. Once you've made those compartments, which may make a try or so, you'll move the spell on the clock hand to your own enhancer."
Darvenel was probably the only student residing in OtherWorlde who did not conduct magic.
He never really cared for it. He lived his life without it, and sorcery only proved to be a hassle. He’s drank wrong potions, been fired on, had a spell cast on him, even been cursed once. Magic, in his world, existed only to stop him from running. He ran his life on his legs, and he fought with his fists. Even when he confirmed that magic was a true feat, he still tried to avoid it as soon as possible.
So when the professor told them to transfer a spell from a clock hand to his own, Darvenel nearly fell out of his chair.
Despite his unnatural condition, Darvenel regarded himself with the abilit
Temptation, temptation'Do you love me?' she asked him for the umpteenth time.
'Completely.' he answered, 'But don't ask me again; I might be tempted to say no.'
T.O.O.N. - Laundry Day..............................
“-are clear, that despite the dramatic increase in freak accidents around industrial machinery, construction sites, and dangerous places in general, not a single casualty, or even any serious injury by modern medical standards, has resulted from these since the T.O.O.N. happened a month ago.”
Says the anchor in the blue suit. Stock footage of industrial machinery and workers in a factory starts playing.
“Despite these numbers, an increasing number of class-action lawsuits have opened up, the most recent against Cyl-Tec, one of the most prolific manufacturers of compressed gas cylinders in America.”
A graphic pulls up on the screen with a wall of text.
“The president of the company issued a public statement, saying, “The standard of quality has remained exactly the same as it was before the T.O.O.N., and the cause of the recent wave of malfunctions is still uncertain. We are doing all we can to provide support fo
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