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Memories of oldOnce upon a time I saw a man on the street
Sitting still, noble yet tears staining his cheek
He was such a man of odd composure
Looking at the passerbys with such leisure
And still crying silently, making no sound
Staring ahead as vigilant as a hound.
I must admit I had to dare, to try
To talk to this man, and with a sigh
He called out first, knowing my need
“Good sir, before you speak, if you would heed
My words and yet not hear them,
Then you are one such that does not listen
For my voice is not that of a broke man
Poor man, drying, dying in the sand
But rather that of this world of old
This green and blue, this gray and cold
I am everywhere and I am naught.
I am age, wisdom and even thought
And what I see, what mine eyes seek
Is nowhere to be found; this place reeks
Of the failure of man to comprehend
The ways and woes come from mine hand.
You may call it nature, you may call it spite
But I only call it what I deem is right.
If you see tears glistening on my face
Blessed and r
Bird Cage: Help MeBird Cage: Help Me
Buried deeply beneath the earth and soil
In chains, burdened with endless toil
Ravenous and starving for warmth and love
Delilah stares with longing at the stars above.
Closed as the ceiling is, shuttered in steal
And despite the cold burn her eyes would feel
Glancing ceaselessly at the armed men, she dreams;
Escape was a hope she entertains, as far as it seems.
Harmless she may be: malnourished and weak
Envious of birds: they have what she seeks
Look, she whispers, look down here
Please come to me for my time is near
May she cry and shout as hard as she could;
Ever the prisoner in her cell under the woods.
L'Ombre de l'Ecrivain“L’enfer n’est pas sur Terre, c’est un lieu qui n’existe que dans nos têtes. »
Le mouchoir était d’un blanc perle, quelques vignes encadraient les bords en se tortillant, des fées se cachant dans les coins. Il était accroché à son chapeau par un petit ruban rouge avec un nœud qui, à chaque mouvement qu’elle faisait, se défaisait un peu plus. Dan la regardait avec un petit sourire, assis sur son fauteuil au Soleil avec la brise qui lui soufflait dans les cheveux. L’après-midi idéal pour un peu de lecture dehors. Elle avait une robe légère et remettait sans cesse son chapeau en place, ombrageant son visage. Il n’arrivait pas à distinguer un seul trait de sa tête autre que ses longs cheveux roux qui lui descendait en cascade rougeoyants jusqu'à la taille. Il se sentait heureux, sans aucune raison, content de n’avo
(Art-trade) A Fairy Tail TG: Cana Alberona
This is a bad idea, Stan thought as he stared at the mug in front of him. He’d been on his way home from the gym, when he saw the poster. It was posted on the wall of an old tavern that was apparently open this early in the afternoon. Some sort of drinking competition was advertised, one with a $500 cash prize. Stan had never been much of a drinker, maybe a beer here and there. He’d always preferred staying fit and in-shape. Getting drunk seemed like a waste of time and an abundance of bad calories. But he could really use that money, and out-drinking someone couldn't possibly require any effort, right? With that thought he reluctantly entered the bar.
About an hour later, and Stan was six glasses in. They’d all been beers of different colors and names; he didn't really know the difference. A few people had dropped out already, and while Stan wasn't quite there yet, he was starting to feel a little unsure about his chances. He su
Sweet Lullaby [ErenxReader]
You would aways take the blame for things the others did just to clean. Of course, you werent much as a clean freak as Levi was but cleaning rooms or doing the laundry just helped to relax your mind while alone and lost in your thoughts. Also, it was a great oppertunity to do what you did best alone. You sang. It was always the same tune, same song. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ0VnLwBwNE)
Your mother used to sing it to you when you went to sleep while platting your (H/C) hair. But, now that she was gone, you would sing it either while you where upset, angry, sleepy or cleaning.
All alone again,I find myself astray,In the middle of a journey
Only my heart, Wandered about,When the rest of my body remained still.
Your hair in a messy bun with hair picked out form the sides, you began to sing the sweet song with your angelic voice while washing people's uniforms that where stained
Valentine's Day (Will Graham x Reader One-Shot)It was just another ordinary day on the job; you and Will were investigating a crime scene together as Jack supervised and bugged Will with questions. Something was a little off on this day, though. Will kept looking at you, not that he didn’t look at you all the time anyway, but the look in his eyes was different than it usually was. And every chance he got, he would pass by you and whisper ‘Love you, (F/n).’ You were used to Will’s anti-social self, which was just one of many reasons you loved him. You were both anti-social for the most part besides when it came to each other, but this was just very unlike him.
When you got back to the forensics lab you waited until Will left to approach Beverly and talk to her quietly.
“I think something’s wrong with Will,” you started.
Beverly cocked her head at you before replying, “What do you mean?”
You sighed, “He’s been acting really weird around me today. I don’t know wha
Just for Today Part 1
Just for Today Part 1
It was just another normal day for Jack. He just got up, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. After he changed into his usual clothing with his signature blue long coat, he headed down stairs for a quick breakfast. Beside his plate, Jack saw a metallic digital watch and a note. Curious, Jack took the note.
We’re very sorry, but we had to leave early for work and we’re probably going to arrive late tonight. To make up for this, I modified your skateboard to be remote controlled. Just press the side button, and the screen will become a touch pad for you to control the movement and speed of your board. I hope this fun feature this makes up for our constant absence. We love you son.
Jack gave a small smile. “Thanks, dad.”
Jack finished his breakfast and sped toward his school on his new board. He even tried a few stunts with the new feature.
“I think I’m doing pretty well,” Jack said to himself.
Just as Jack
Grandma's SecretGroaning, Jack let his aching body fall on his bed. He'd helped his uncle for hours carrying Great Grandma's stuff from her adjacent cottage into the farmstead's large attic. Great Grandma had died three months earlier, but Jack already didn't remember her well anymore.
He'd often visited his uncle's farm during his holidays, but he'd seldom interacted with his ancient relative. While uncle and his wife were living in the farm's big ranch, where Jack even had his own room while he was visiting, Great Grandma had lived withdrawn in her old, tiny cottage. It had even lacked modern heating and fluent water, but the old lady had thrown a fit each and every time her grandson had tried persuading her into moving to the farmstead.
She'd even grown her own vegetables and farmed chicken, so she'd been completely independent, and eventually his uncle had stopped trying. Truth to tell, Great Grandma had not been a bad person. She'd always smiled when she'd seen her great grandson play
The Rise of a New WitchTrade with Clancy688
Wendy took every step with caution. One creaky board, one audible footstep, and her stepfather would know she was up in the attic. Up in the one place she wasn't allowed.
Time and time again, she had been reminded not to go to the dusty, ignored innards of the ceiling. "The floor might break," he said. "There are dangerous things up there," he said.
But alas, these warnings only added fuel to the proverbial fire of Wendy's curiosity. And so there she was, on a stormy Saturday evening, guided by the light of her cell phone's backlight.
While using the backlight limited her field of vision, Wendy still found some weird stuff. There was a box of necklaces, a black metal pot, a pointed hat-
"Ow!" Wendy stubbed her toe. She immediately covered her mouth, praying her cry wasn't heard.
There were no calls of worry, no sounds of concern.
Wendy shined her light on the artifact on the floor. It was a book, with a worn cover, yellowed pages, and blanketed by dust. She blew on
Mika Munch: The Hungriest ExplorerExploring the ancient world is a profession that requires a certain flair of finesse. You needed a distinct respect for the aging lands you traversed, showing them the admiration their great legacy’s deserved, while remaining on your feet in case of crumbling platforms or long hidden traps. A respectable job only for the most patient souls with the most delicate touch…
And then there was Mika Munch, who wore a bright purple top, had spent the first twenty minutes of her journey through the temple singing along to ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ as it played on a loop on her iPod and had written ‘Mika wuz here XOXO’ on the entrance.
“Hmmm,” it had been a long trek, and not without its obstacles or hidden treats, but finally she was presented with a real puzzle.
Fortunately, it was her kind of puzzle.
Before her stood a set of three podiums, each bathed in light shining in from the ceiling. Behind them stood a mighty door, sealed shut with what
When Angrboda met Loki. Angrboda smiled to herself and drew her favourite blade. The guards were few. This was before the Aesir Vanir war and Asgard had no threats. So there were just five watching the main gate. This was almost too easy. She toyed with the idea of simply killing them, but she wasn't being paid to kill guards.
Anyway there was such a thing as professional pride. Besides, it was more of a challenge to slip passed unnoticed. Carefully the jotun selected a small stone from the ground beside her. Then she looked for a tree full of birds. She spotted one a good distance from her.
The stone hit the branch just below a bird, disturbing it. Startled it took flight and soon the whole tree of birds followed. The guards looked up. They were glad of a distraction from the endless boredom and keen to investigate anything.
After a brief discussion two headed for the tree. Angrboda smiled. She pulled off her wolf fang necklace. She held the tooth to he
Dance Club InspirationsBy: D. R. Nyan-chan
The battle with Junko was fun, but it showed me some areas in which I needed to improve before the nyext time I would be called on to play like that-nya. My skills seemed to be limited to mostly short range and I needed to find some ways to vary my glyph executions in-nyorder to keep my friends surprised. I had already gone-nyover the game’s Happy Memories glyph recording, but I needed a break and decided to find a few people to cuddle. In the halls, I met a nyu guy nyamed Drew who had these really adorable dragon-like features. He was also just as silly as Daemon and ran-nyaway screaming before I could give him his welcoming kitty huggie-nya. “Oh well, I’ll get him nyext time,” I sighed before nyusing to myself, “I wonder how cute he would look in-nya dress, tee-hee.
*boom boom boom boom*
*boom boom boom boom*
Curious about a sudden beat
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HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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