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Her Song.She holds on to your memory.
Keeps your picture near at all times.
Dark curls and green eyes.
Perfect white teeth.
A sharp chin.
When she sits down at the keyboard to play;
She'll hear the words in her ears:
The sound of love.
'I love it when you smile..'
Her fingertips grace the keys, black and white.
Turning pink and red.
'You ARE beautiful'.
The sound of countless sunsets fills the dusty room.
Your arm flits around her shoulders, it is but a memory.
Just a memory.
You are a ghost that listens to her talk to herself.
You are the air against her lips.
You're nothing but a memory
Rose Trees Never Grow In New York City 'All I want is for someone to help me'
- Aloe Blacc.
'Think twice, 'cause it's another day for you and me in paradise'
- Phil Collins.
Times Square subway station. 8.56am. Rush hour. Hundreds of commuters are making their stressful journeys to work, power walking through the station and jostling each other to get onto their various trains. Streams of people pass through the station like swarms of bees, like wilde
The Real MonsterThis is it.
This is the power to change the world.
In my hands....
I can do it.
I can change the world.
I can bring peace.
I can bring prosperity.
I can help people.
I can save lives.
I can do it.
I have the power.
This power, resting within me.
However, progress requires sacrifice.
People may die.
People will die.
Does that make it my fault?
I, who only wanted to make things better?
Why am I the one to blame?
People die every day; deaths completely unrelated to the actions of any one person.
Why, then, do you insist on opposing me?
What have I ever done to you?
All I want is to bring change.
Song of The Black ButterfliesThe young man leaned against the stone pillars of the large balcony, decorated with flowers of all colors and sizes, neatly placed between the large veins, which wrapped around the entire wall of the mansion.
As dusk gave way to the early darkness of the night, he proceeded to turn off, the otherwise brightly glowing, torches placed along the long wall.
Allowing the light which breathed life into the balcony to slip away, with the exception of the study door, which he had purposefully left open.
Through it, a dim light managed to pierce the vast darkness, just barely making it a presence, almost like a falling drop of water in the vast sea.
BraveryBravery, some people say, isn't a thing that a lot of people have, and cowardice is what most of the population of this world thrive upon. Unfortunately, many people agree with this theory, which is just as disappointing as it is stupid and ignorant. Now who ever decided upon this opinion, I would like to wring your neck and leave you out in the sun to shrivel up and die - but that would take a whole lot of bravery, and according to you, bravery isn't something I have, is it? I think, if you decided that everyone else around you lacks all the bravery that you have then I think that really, it is you who is the coward. Because only a coward wo
Imagine A Hill And A ManYou see a man, probably in his late twenties. He's standing on a tall hill. More specifically, a precipice.
What's he doing up there?
This man was married. Emphasis on was.
His wife died weeks earlier, and he was in a deep hole that he could barely climb out of if he tried.
His thoughts lingers on her as he stood on that hill, a slight breeze blowing through his hair. He thinks he has nothing else to live for and he thinks of all of the things he's accomplished. And of how selfish he's been lately, and even throughout his life. He thinks of how he neglected some of his friends, and in some cases, completely abandoned them. The only things
Judgement (short story)Sally was a happy girl. Friendly, helpful, someone people enjoyed being around. Sally grew up in a family that liked Orange juice. Everyone in her family liked Orange juice. Sally also had some close friends who enjoyed Orange juice.
One day Sally met another girl who she became fast friends with. Sally eventually found out that this girl did not like Orange juice, but preferred Apple juice. Sally questioned her one day, asking her why she didn't like Orange juice. The girl simply replied "I don't hate Orange juice, I just prefer Apple juice."
The girls response confused Sally, as Sally couldn't see how Apple juice could be better than Oran
Since you can remember, you have always been told what to do. Every second of every day in every month in every orbit of the sun.
For 16 years you have grown up with this. It's the only thing you know.
Then suddenly, the voices that tell you what to do, just go.
Just dissolve into nothing.
So you don't get out of bed. What's the point?
No one told you to.
You don't eat.
No one told you to.
You don't think.
No one told you to.
Then out of no where you have a thought of your own.
It's not particularly pleasant. Nor is it not pleasant. It's a thought.
'why haven't I been told to do anything?'
No you must not think for your self. Th
And Then This Happened Correcting my pets can be very tiresome.
So I lean against the wall and observe everything going on around me on the deck. And although it probably appears that I’m zoning out, I’m actually watching and recording their every move in my mind with perfect clarity. I hear every scrape and feel every vibration from my robotic crew. Don’t let this fool you; there are times that I wish to just go inside and take a nap, and this is no exception. But, we’re out in the open and a ship transfer can become a very risky situation, if not observed and handled properly.
As I watch some of the fuel guards work with the ship and fi
L'enfant roiL’enfant roi
On voit un petit garçon. Il est en pyjama avec ses parents dans le salon. Plusieurs lampes éclairent la pièce. La télé est allumée. Derrière, à droite du poste télé, il y a une fenêtre, par laquelle on aperçoit la nuit, et les quelques lampadaires qui tentent de la faire disparaître. Le garçon embrasse sa mère en lui souhaitant une bonne nuit, pendant que son père se lève et lui prend la main. Ils sortent de la pièce. La mère reste sur le canapé, seule, à regarder l’&eacu
Imagine A Girl In WhiteImagine a girl standing in the middle of nothing.
Complete and utter nothingness.
There is no black; there is no white. No up; no down. Not even a left or right. All there is is nothing.
Now, this girl. She's not that tall -- maybe around 5'5" -- and has black hair overflowing down her shoulders. She wore a white dress, nothing special. But something anyone would notice right away would be that she was missing something. Right from the moment they would say hello, they would notice.
What do you think it is?
Oh, it's a voice. But rather, the lack of a voice.
She is mute. Or in shock. Or however you want to think of it. The important thing
Tragedy“Have you finished your tragedy yet?”
“I wish,” you sigh, turning your eyes toward the sky. The air is cleaner today. You can see some faint layers of blue beyond the normal brown tint of the atmosphere. It soothes your corroding lungs as you take deep, appreciative breaths.
“You only just started it, haven’t you?” Quinn asks, sounding not quite wary. More like frayed around the edges of his interest in life. He’s walking next to you, hands in his jean pockets in the usual Quinn fashion.
“You know me so well,” you mutter quietly. It’s a struggle to not become so mesmerized
OrderchaosAnd so it was known. All things within, and around, came from the God of Orderchaos. And as God drifted about with in the sea of emptiness, God began to question why there was this nothingness, and why there was no other. And with this question, God returned his own answer, though it did not seem to come from within, and yet at the same time it did.
The voice spoke from the same mouth, and yet there was no control over this voice, and the voice said, "you are here because you needed to be here, you wanted to be here, you are here to ask that very question which beckoned my recall." And When this answer happened, there was a void which began t
Do What You Like- An Interactive Adventure!SNAG SOME
You take a bottle of dish soap quietly and relock the padlock. You walk all the way back to your house and finish your dishwashing duties. You fall asleep to a soap opera with the resolve that tomorrow you will get a life.
Do What You Like- An Interactive Adventure!TRY YOUR KEY
You try the key and it's a fit! The lock opens and you see tons and tons of dish soap everywhere. It looks like it may have been part of a robbery scheme or maybe someone had a lot of dirty dishes?
Do What You Like- An Interactive Adventure!OBSERVE THE TRAILER
You observe the trailer and see that there is a padlock
Do What You Like- An Interactive Adventure!TRY THE KEY IN THE DOOR
You try the key in the door but it won't budge
Do What You Like- An Interactive Adventure!KNOCK ON THE DOOR
You knock on the door and are immediately shot
Do What You Like- An Interactive Adventure!REPORT TO THE POLICE
You go to the police and tell them about the letter. They thank you and you go back home. Later you see on the news that the thieves were caught. For a moment you feel good about yourself, then you remember that you have dishes to clean.
The Air I opened my front door and lifted my eyelids. The morning air was cold enough to materialize my breath, but my face felt warm enough that the air was refreshing rather than chilling. I stepped into the doorway expecting something extraordinary, only to feel the familiar crunch of gravel under my shoes like tiny bones breaking under the weight of my conscious body. The morning was familiar with me already, though we had never met. She wrapped her body of fog around mine as I stepped out of my doorway and swept her icy fingers through my hair as I drifted down the pathway of gravel-bones. The day was my pet, she was my other half, we were
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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