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let's take a roadtripi'll make mixtapes we can lay down rubber in parking lots call out our joy and anger which are almost the same thing anyway i will cry at night but you will lick the salt like a wild deer pepper me with small bruises drive in our underwear just to feel skin sticking to something make contact with your hair as it billows in and out of the car in and out of sight make contact with the only part of your body that is not warm stop only in small towns that keep their stories close in those towns press silky moonlight to the warm parts of your body like poems like slits of light to let the light in through smoke and eat hanging out of the windows p
- RIP -I was never able to rest in peace. The earth isn’t so quiet as you might think, see; it’s full of hidden life, creatures with no legs, many legs, things that scurry and bury and squirm and churn. They find your flesh like bees to honey, and they never sleep, never settle, pulling you into their grotesque celebrations and never letting you leave. One would have to sleep like the dead to get a good night of rest there.
I could hear them in my head when I slept, insects tapping to each other, scratching in titbits of some secret code, etchings on the inside of my skull. Rude, intrusive beasts, they were. They flooded my ears and nose and mouth, filled every opening they could find, and still it wasn’t enough; their bites were painful as they tore away my skin, but I couldn’t do anything to sway them, my muscles stiff and bones locked. They filled my flesh and reduced the delicate architecture of my body to a festering, writhing mess; I was a crumbled palace, forgot
Serenade a Fine Lady - KotF“Scel. What are you doing.”
Neverthrive had seen a lot of things in this place. Weird things. But this was strange, even for the constant level of background strangeness that permeated the group like some sort of socially awkward radiation. This was…just bizarre.
Scelerata—inexplicably-appointed ‘leader’ of the fine group of misfits—had positioned herself in the tallest tree she could find on the compound grounds. Well…’position’ may be the wrong word. It implies a certain level of thought, premeditation, and purposefulness. ‘Stuffed’ might be a better word.
Talk of the Queen"I have no idea what possessed Albert to marry that hussy Talphenia," said Lady Hilda of Little Fold.
Lady Hilda and Dame Salvia were sipping mead in Hilda's castle while their husbands were out hunting in the forest. Lady Hilda was baroness and liege lady of Little Fold, the smallest, but also the proudest fold of Foldland.
"You know I visited Talphenia in her castle at Copper Fold once," continued Hilda. "She made me take off my shoes and walk about in my hose just to keep her precious carpets clean!"
"Yes, Aunt Hilda. She did the same thing when we Dawn Guard wives were invited to the royal castle. Still, we were impressed with the beau
What Has to be DoneZee sat curled into the corner of the couch, lost in her thoughts again. It seemed like she -always- was, these days. If it wasn't her own self-conscious bashing her confidence and self-worth into even smaller pieces, it was the twisted memories leaving her feeling broken and empty. If it wasn't the memories, it was her worries, tearing her apart with guilt, fear and indecision.
She thought of Tillivan.. The fact he was still out there somewhere, waiting for the next time he could attempt to break her spirits down again. As if they could get any farther down.. She thought of Undertow, and the fact that he was after Cerzz, who had all but disappeared from her life.. Just like everyone always did.. She was tempted more than once to seek her 'sister' out at the Citadel.. But if Cerzz was avoiding coming to Sennon to see her, she wouldn't want to push that.. Cerzz had likely just realized what a mess Zee truly was, and decided she wanted out.. Zee couldn't blame her..
As always, Zee's thou
50 Sentences Challenge1. Wall
If ever one loses track of him, just remember that Gabriel has a strange fondness for perching on or strolling along the tops of walls.
"I find it puzzling that I apologize for actively trying to murder all your dearest friends and you tell me it's all 'water under the bridge'."
They work well together; one designs the cities and buildings while the other tears them down when flawed or corrupted.
Sometimes it's as simple as one saying 'Hey' and the other quipping 'Oi'.
And other times it can be seen in how they arrange themselves so that each is protecting the other with all the lo
ChildI fly over a lavender field born as a butterfly and rest upon the gently nodding timothy, on a bright morning that looks like falling stardust through the eyelashes.
I have waited for you at the outermost ring of the tree. I measure with you the exact depth of the sky and listen to the striped windsock rustle and count the number of cars that make a lonely sound.
I am there when you close the envelope and the secret door opens. I have hidden a silver needle in the sewing basket, but only the doves upon the red tiled roof and the black dog on the yard still remember where it is.
Follow the ivy on the wall of the abandoned wing. Count the bars on the uppermost window of the tower and wait for the bell toll before you turn your back.
Texts From Last Night Prompt 95(313):
I was very proud of myself that day. I had an awesome time. I don't care if I negatively impacted others.
One after another the tall buildings of steel and glass erupted into geysers of fire and shrapnel, mushroom clouds of flame rocketing upward in even pacing. The city at night exploded into a frenzy of panic as traffic jammed, cars crashed, sirens screamed in a cacophony, and mobs of people fled every which way. Debris rained down from above like so much concrete death raining from the heavens.
Overlooking the chaos in the skyline from a taller tower not far from the mayhem was a blue-clad blonde, howling in laughter a
Look, Kiss and Commit!Look, Kiss and commit!
A moments glance.
A fleeting chance.
I skim your lips.
I hold your hips.
Our bodies entwine.
.: She Lived :. She lived in a world where thoughts floated like paper, tossed carelessly into an arcing, ochre sky; where air currents brought her whispered news of times past, of the present, of things to come, and things never to be. She could read lowered eyes, and drumming fingers, clenched toes and curved lips, pounding rain and drifting snow, hail and lightning and sunbeams. I never had to say anything outright, she always felt it.
Or maybe she was told.
I dismissed it as modesty; I thought the Earth spoke to no one.
She’d gaze out at the waves of our hometown and frown – they were churning, her stomach was too, she was expecting the
BlackoutThe shop was silent when I abruptly burst in, arms curled around the four books. I called out to my family; there was no response. With a sigh, I set the books down onto the counter, and reached out with my mind. It wasn't particularly hard - not with the practice on the vehicles in town - but it was certainly strange. It was like feeling, a non-physical hand that could either touch individual objects or flatten into a blanket to cover everything. Naturally, the most prominent 'feeling' was that of metal: cans, shelves, screws, even the coins in the cash register. By my waist, I sensed the multitude of coins hidden in my wooden box - with my
50 Sentences - Equestria Edition1. Journey
It couldn't be helped when the travel bug bit and both Caleb and Gabriel left their home to walk the world and absorb knowledge and music respectively.
Annoyed by the inaccuracies of their guides and the various maps they had gotten while traveling, Caleb put himself to work on launching a few satellites into space and gave Equestria a GPS network and real-time mapping system.
Shining Armor had to admit that Caleb on his own was a formidable Guardian Angel, and Gabriel even more so when he was guarding his brother as he slept in the shade of the Mana Tree.
Rarity could see how much effort Gab
Patronus Contest Entry The waters of the Great Lake were still as a mill pond, the evening sky reflected on its glassy surface. A solitary figure sat staring disparately at the shore of the lake lost in her thoughts.
Emma, along with the rest of the Sixth Year Hufflepuffs, had spent the afternoon practising the Patronus Charm in Defence Against the Dark Arts, but Emma was the only one in her class who had not managed to summon a corporeal Patronus. The Sixth Years had been studying Patronuses now for over a month; first researching the theory of the spell, then practising the incantation before finally attempting to produce a Patronus. Emma was particularly gift
I DreamI don't dream in dots or doors or holes in the ice. I don't dream in pathways to be walked, boxes to be opened, wishes to be fulfilled. I don't dream in halls like everyone else seems to.
I dream in footsteps. I running, sprinting, leaping footsteps, and in the ominous silences broken only by my own breath. I dream in hiding places, under the bush, in the car, behind that chair, and I dream of the hungry, furious, possessed faces of the pursuers who always find me.
I dream in standing under the sky knowing I've failed to save someone important, and in trying to guide those who cannot know the danger into places where I know that without me
EXEC Anti-Z"Hey, Gabriel, mind if I check one of your files?" Caleb asked almost casually as the blonde walked into his office. Gabriel paused in his steps, head tilting curiously before giving a careless shrug.
"I don't see why. All systems are functioning perfectly and I haven't had any kind of software damage." he returned. Caleb smiled a little.
"I'm aware of that. This is just something I'd like to check, just for my own peace of mind." the redhead insisted. Gabriel sighed in exasperation, rolling his eyes.
"Bugger! If it'll get you off my back about it, then fine. Have at." he declared, waving a hand at his brother to hurry him along. Caleb jus
Day 30: Sing Loudly and/or Obnoxiously"AND NOW I'M BACK! FROM OUTER SPACE! JUST TURN AROUND NOW! BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT WELCOME ANYMORE-Ugh!"
Isaiah crumpled into a heap after being hit in the stomach by Raven and her shadows.
"Oh thank God! Thank you Raven," Rose sighed in relief.
"Not a problem." Raven smiled as she picked the drunk vampire up from the floor and dragged him over to the booth they were sat in.
"And don't you dare pick up from where he left off Ember!" the landlady warned, looking at the human dragon, "I think some of us want to enter the new year with ear drums intact!"
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