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CurseThe water in the buckets trembles as if the roof was crying. The walls are damp as if from sweat. I have taken live embers from the fireplace and put them on the deep scratches across the lifelines on my palms.
A grey-coated crow ascends from the top of the tall pine on the yard, carrying my whispers upon its beating wings. All winter I have fed it bread soaked in your blood.
I lay as if I were dead, floating placidly like Ophelia among the blooming waterlilies. I hold a cross over my heart and feel the heat of the wings of your firebirds passing overhead.
I have taught all my songs to the nightingales. Only the first note of every line I keep to myself, to feed a hidden flame. The hunting dogs can only chase their tails.

RemembranceSerenity. Blissful hills of green grass, speckled with bright rhododendrons, daisies, tulips, other flowers and shrubs that I cannot name. But mostly, there is tall, lustrous grass. Strangely, there are no trees. Not even a bush. The hills of these spring colored plants roll on endlessly beneath a sky of robin’s egg blue, unadorned by any puffs of clouds. This is where I am, where I should be. It feels right.
I stroll at a leisurely pace to the crest of one such hill, and slowly spin a full 360 degrees, taking in everything around me. I notice splotches of red staining the mostly green surrounding me. Blazing crimson, shining like overr

Icepool's Warrior VigilThe silvery warrior walked along the camp and sat down by the mossy, brush covered entrance of Mistclan's well guarded camp. She scented the other new warrior, Skaiatail approaching slowly behind her. They settled and prepared themselves for a long, chilly night. She turned to the blue-gray she-cat across from her and smiled widely, keeping the traditional silence. The two warriors didn't need to speak anyways, they saw all the excitement and pride in each other's eyes. Skaiatail had even gotten Ravenpaw as an apprentice. He was timid, but sweet and thoughtful, and a quick learner! Icepool had gotten an apprentice of her own. Webpaw was an excellent student, and fun tot teach. She had even gotten to train Rosepaw for a short amount of time, who was a great hunter. Icepool looked up, and smiled at the stars of Silverpelt. She swear some took the form of her brother, Birchpaw, who had died the first moon of apprenticeship. He had been her best friend. A wisp of cold air surrounded her an

oN tHE oUTsIDE On the outside, I am just an ordinary, every-day girl.

I talk like a human, walk like a human, and according to my reflection, am a human - though my shadow tends to disagree because he's always turning into something different everywhere I see him. I have a normal facial structure - all the right features in all the right places, even though I look different than anyone else. I have eyes, a nose, some ears, eyebrows and a mouth, and long brown hair. I have two arms, two legs, and two hands and two feet.

I go to school, do homework and chores, and eat and sleep like humans do. I have aquiantances and teachers and bosses. I I

You Really Had One Chancethis story takes place after the game one chance. but only if
you got the good ending. if you haven't [;ayed it i sugjest
you do. it's a grate game with a grate wtory.

after that john got up put molly on his back and walked home.
the next day he got up and found a bunch of people had made
it past this opacalips by eating only twinkys so he curse them
and thay all repopulate the earth.

birds didn't get it by staying in the air. and fish didn't get
it by fleeing to the... gasses can't pass throw water. so
thats how thay did it. and the bees made it by hidernateing
You@All: so the world was rebirthed. so it was like thay wer
dead s

Thread of LifeHe looked down from his soft and comfortable spot in the heavens. He peered over the dark and limp mass of clouds, his gaze falling on his people. It was the same image that he had seen time after time - a dim and flickering fire that cast a usually soft and warm glow on the surroundings, but it only tossed an eerie shadow on the large and human-sized slab of rock. He turned back to the fire, a source of warmth and comfort to an ordinary person, but he wasn't an ordinary person. He was a holy and divine figure - a representation of what everyone believed in. The fire gave him, and him alone, a feeling of despair and loneliness.

Soft c

The Voice From the RadioI hate having to wash the dishes. But if I want to have pork chops for supper tonight, I’m gonna have to wash the dishes. My only cutting knife lies within a tangle of chocolatey spoons and the hilt has a strange gray skin-flap looking thing on it and there’s no way in hell I’m just washing the knife off to use it. Plus something in the proximity of my sink smells rotten and I hope to God it isn’t my knife.

The water comes out in a slow trickle like it always does when the neighbors are using the water. If this was happening to my shower, I’d just take a shower later. But with my pork chops in the oven and 21 mi

Hoof and Claw Once long Hoof and Claw

Once long ago before the Earth was ruled by man were the tales of animals, whom lived here without us. This is such a tale and it starts with one whom calls himself, Hoof. He is a proud horse and prides himself of the plains he lived. Glorious rolling hills, soft grass, and a river that flowed like silver shimmering with the glow of the moon. But like all other animals, Hoof was born into the darkness; the only light he knew was that very moon in the sky that makes the river shine.
On this occasion Hoof spoke to himself, “I should follow that spectrum…I shall and it will lead me to a world of light.&rdqu

Random zoethian fic unsure of a definite nameThis is my first fic so go easy on me my proof reader thinks its cute so I guess ill post it anyway
"Okay, see you there." Rythian put down the phone and smiled to himself.Today was the day after many agonising months, he had finally admitted his feelings to Zoey who happily hugged him and said "I love you too Rythian" He didn't know why he was so scared after all a rumour of her loving him was circulating around school..
Zoey smiled she had been looking forward to this day for a while now , even from they day they started dating. Despite all of the dirty looks Lalna had given them he had said nothing despite odd comments where he would make fun of them.... Enough of this thinking though she had to get ready for Rythian's arrival in less than ten minutes. "What should I wear?" became the most important thing for now
*10 minutes later *
Emerging from her room Zoey heard a familiar voice - Rythian's to be precise calling for her from outside Zoey replied "coming" in her cheer

The Dulcimer LadyThe small neighborhoods in the larger cities bloomed and died, and were rediscovered as the ever-changing cycle of the fashion for city life came and went. As the city breathed, this was ever so and ever will be. But the little pocket of life that inevitably grew where five roads met in any city tended to thrive, if properly balanced and tended. Such places often held a treasure in their midst.

The old woman played a mountain dulcimer, the small pick nearly hidden in her right hand. She balanced the instrument across her crossed legs, sitting in the little niche that at one time was to be a planter, but was now blocked from the sun and rain

Humans just don't fear us anymore"I remember when we were feared."
"hmm?"
Olivia had entered the room growling and threw a 'Twilight' book on the counter...all four actually. He Fallen Angel friend/tormentor/sex-thing Equinox looks up from the newspaper dully an sighs. "Oh god no,not this again. Sunny we went over this,its a romance novel." Olivia snarled at him her gruesome vampiric-inner beast face twisted into a bat-like fanged menace. "NO! WE VAMPYRS WERE THE SPAWN OF NIGHTMARES!" she bellowed in a dual demonic voice that echoed about the kitchen. Equinox rolled his eyes and fluffed up his feathers in an annoyed manner."You're not even fifty years old so where're you get

The HauntFor years I have lingered in the silence of these waters. Such dark, muddy waters I laid in for so long. This little creek you once showed me, where dying flowers grow. Where I have become one of these flowers that wither and never die; flowers that were once beautiful.
And you have forgotten about me, so I’ll come find you.
Find you, and keep you with me. Forever with me, like you promised.
You will remember, I’ll see to that.

Look at you, walking down the street whistling some cheery tune of a song long forgotten. Do you know that you’re whistling the song we danced to the first night?
I saw you across the dance floor t

15. VoodooI was walking home from work one day as a storm was coming in. My stride was a little longer than normal because I was trying to beat the rain home. I wasn't paying attention to anything around me since I was hurrying and almost home, but something on the ground in front of me caught my eye. When I came upon it, I realized it was a doll. I picked it up to examine it, but I almost dropped it when I saw its features; it looked exactly like my supervisor at work with a pin in its left leg.

Looking around, I couldn't see anyone watching me, but I felt like my privacy had been invaded. I hadn't told anyone about my burning hatred for my superviso

light and darkness:sara

the sun is shining

the flowers are blooming

childs are playing

it just make me sick!!!!

it can't belive kim!!

like all this light nonsence crap

kids are little brats that should be as pets,been abusive

flowers shoud be stomp on

and the sun.....

shoud devour us whole

Light,saying"we can change the future"

i hope they meant destorying it

kim,why you pick the light

hope and goodness is a waste of time

thats why i use fire to burn people from thier own home

detory life, capture country to country

this world will be mine

and no one to stop me kim!

not even your pathic gaurds and warrors will stop me

one day,this world will be m

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A New Beginning

by =SketchyStars, Nov 27, 2008, 6:18:01 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Spiritual & Occult

One morning ,in the beginning of march, I was on a walk in the forest. Suddenly I heard the cry of a Pokémon! “Shaaaay!”yelled the Pokémon. I ran toward the sound. I found myself it a flower patch watching a  Shaymin and her egg being attacked by a Starly!
“Leave that Shaymin alone.”I said “Go Ace.”(Ace is my piplup)
“Ace use bubblebeam!”
“Piplupluplup!” The starly got hit and flew away.
“Thank you for saving me.” said the Shaymin telepathically.
“no problem .“
Ace nods his head. “pip.”
“Please take my egg and care for it.” The Shaymin sounded sick.
“What’s  wrong Shaymin.”I said, worried.
“I’m afraid my time here is almost over”
I held the tiny green egg in my hands.
“Good bye.” she  says. She lays her head down and closes her eyes. Ace tries to wake her up.
“pipluppip!”he shakes he franticly.
“she’s  gone, let’s go and leave her to rest.”
As we walk home I look at the egg.
“Don’t worry little guy, I’ll protect you.”

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wow *w*
great intro, when i finish it the others stuffs... i wanna made in draws this

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