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Utter RandomnessLook at this poem
Now look outside
Now fall asleep
Now look at this poem
Find a bird
Read a book
Hey a cat!
Let's go pet it!
Wait, the poem
Screw the poem!
BUT I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE IT
Deal with it.
When do we eat?
High profile assassination.
WHAT IS HE SAYING!?
Once there was a man named Stanley.
He everyday went to work and pushed buttons.
Shut up and listen.
FOS RA &
My Father, My FatherMy father, my father, come out, to me,
I have something for thee,
Come out, come out to see your son!
I have something that must be done.
Are you at the throne?
Or in bed as the Wind of Fate chilled your bone?
I'll soon find you and take what is mine.
The hounds with soon feast on thine!
Where are your royal guards?
Oh, I sent them to be entertained by the bards,
You once said how you had trouble sleeping-
I'll help you with the maids, who are weeping.
My father, my father, where doth you be?
Come out and play with me!
I've trained well with each and every page
Just so I could find you at old age.
My father, my father, your death, to me, will be sweet,
As you lay at my feet.
I will open the window for all to see,
And then no one will think it was possibly me.
The FighterThis is the end.
Don't go and pretend that this wouldn't happen,
Don't go and say it's all my fault,
Don't be a fool,
We're under his rule.
Don't just stop!
You've got to get up and continue!
There's people who died for you,
Received pain for you,
Made extreme sacrifices for you,
Killed for you,
While now, you just sit there,
Just staring at the sun
Not finishing what must be done!
So then, get up!
Shake it off and move!
You are the strongest
The best, fastest, smartest, the most courageous,
The most willed!
By the power in you, you will not fall in till the job is done!
Now, give them Hell
Your will dearly sell
And when it's done,
You can freely say
There goes a Fighter.
EternalChild of the Shade
Come over, sit down and let me tell you of a story that is still going on this very second. You may be thinking, 'Oh, another story where the good guy wins, gets the girl, and and everything ends well.' If you thought that, you'd be wrong. Completely wrong. In fact, this story is only about pain, war, death, loss, and sacrifice. Very little good is to come across its participants, so much that you wouldn't even wish upon your most hated foe. And, it will be up to you to figure out if this is just some artist's story, or is it indeed something to fear and remember?
It all started, as any story, with an innocent. This boy was only eleven and understood nothing of the series of events that were soon to pass; yet the only hint of this mere child's power was the most unusual ability of him- he knew what people were thinking.
It didn't seem like much to the child at the time from when he discovered it to that point, or you for that mater, but
WildOut by the clearing lies the great beast,
Exactly which he plans on making his great feast.
Swiftly and softly, like a river's flow
Nocks an arrow into his bow.
Taking a breath, he lets go.
True, the arrow flies,
But is nothing to the beast's size.
There goes the animal with a roar,
Charging as blindly as a boar
As the hunter releases an arrow more.
The man patiently stood
And followed into the ancient wood.
The man followed the beast in suit
Deep in his own pursuit,
In its death, something he could loot.
Up and against a wall
He thought the beast would fall-
But it came back with tooth and claw,
For the old wood held no law,
And the hunter, too late,
found the beast the last thing he saw.
Just remember, you young man,
This advise whenever you can:
If you plan to follow
A great ancient beast out of its hallow,
Stay far away, or you'll feel sorrow.
In the EndIts the final moment
The final stretch
The last chance
The finality that everything you've done
Comes to one point,
And you're giving in?
Remember all the things you've done-
All the people you've helped
You're going to let them all down after all you've done?
This is not a matter of how strong you are,
But what you can do.
Forget who they are
Stand up are finish the job you started
People are counting on you
Remember you training and strengths
In the end,
This is no matter of strength,
In the end,
Who they are means nothing,
In the end
There is nothing to fear
But the end
Of the end
Mystery Machine MermaidFloating through the night air, like a phantom borne aloft on an ethereal gust of wind, the song seemed at once to be both as far away as the furthest horizon and at the same time no more than an inch from the ear of whomever happened to hear it. And to hear the song was to fall under its spell, no matter that the words were meaningless and its origin unknown; there was no choice but to listen and to try in desperation to reach its source.
Only two kinds of person could have even hoped to resist; the most base of cowards, or a women.
The small band of individuals that picked there way through the woods were luck in as much as only one of their number fell outside of those categories, and after all, they were using that poor fool to lead them to the source of the song anyway.
Fred Jones stumbled through the undergrowth with a look on his face that would have been more at home on that of a Hippy on the third day of Woodstock. A flashl
The Next Evolution Ch 1The Next Evolution
Activity at Chase Labs Inc. had been limited to government contracts and projects that were maintained but not creating much news ink. Ever since a terrorist with wheels took over the facility and a rogue scientist called himself The Director and attempted a citywide terror spree two years ago, very little had happened at the lab that didn't involve hammers, nails, plaster and scaffolding.
It was a fine Thursday morning, and the sunlight of the day revealled the many changes that had taken place. Multiple improvements had been made, both in the facility's lower levels and the outer perimeters. A brand new guard house had been constructed with state-of-the-art communications systems, security card and facial identification software, and barricades that could be deployed instantaneously to any approaching vehicular threats. Camera systems monitored the perimeter, and the ultra-shielded fencing system was secured to all but the most determined vehicles.
The Next Evolution Ch 4Earlier that Monday morning, Megan woke up to a ringing telephone. Using her legs, she reached the phone by her computer and answered it. "Hello?"
"Good morning, Megan. It's early, did I wake you?"
"Um, no, Dr. Bennit..." Megan brushed the hair from her face and switched hands with the phone. "Did I oversleep?"
"Well, originally, I would've expected you at nine, but due to Thursday's events, I'd like to bring you in a little earlier. Can you be here at seven?"
Megan turned in her chair and glanced at her alarm clock. Five fifty. "Er... why?"
"We'd like to take a sample of your blood and run a few tests, to ensure that your DNA is stable and that everything is as it should be. It's just a precaution."
"Er, sure... I can be there early," Megan replied. "I'll be there."
"Good. Have you been doing research like I asked?"
"Yes, and I think I don't know any more about mermaids from the internet than I've learned about myself in my b
The Next Evolution Ch 8Time passed. Naury was in labor, Michelle and Tony were eating sandwiches on the beach while they waited, Dr. Chase and his crew were waiting for news and gathering as much intel on Dr. Latrell as they could, and Emina and I were in a van bound for Bakersfield.
None of our captors had ate anything either, so I didn't seem to feel as hungry as I might've been, even though my watch said it was well after one by the time we arrived in Bakersfield.
Among many thoughts that were going through my head at the time, I admitted that I've always wondered why I-40 didn't go into Bakersfield. That thought boiled on the back burner as my eyes drifted towards Emina, who continued to look towards me for help. She couldn't have been doing well by any measure of the mind.
As much as I wanted to complain, shock or maim them, shooting lightning inside a metal van would also affect a metal glass tank - I didn't want to risk it. But the longer I had to wait, the longer I real
The Next Evolution Ch 3The following morning, Megan woke late to find Zeus had pushed nearly everything off of her night stand. Only the alarm clock and a glass of water was left undisturbed, displaying the correct time at 9:50 AM.
When she looked around again, she saw Zeus sitting at the ready, giving her a glare that clearly said "I'm hungry."
"You silly cat..." Megan muttered as she pushed aside the covers and kicked the ground clear before standing up. "What am I going to do with you?"
The cat meowed slightly before jumping off the bed and running towards the kitchen.
After breakfast and ensuring that her room was back in order, Megan brushed out her hair and prepared for her usual morning shower, stopping herself momentarily before climbing into the tub. She put her hand to her forehead.
"That pink streak stands out... nicely, I must say," she said, admiring it for the first time since the day it appeared. "Guess there's no getting around it..."
She put the down the brush a
The Next Evolution Ch 2Megan found herself quite thankful of southern California’s frequently dry weather, as she was suddenly very preoccupied about the fountains that were located outside of her apartment complex located a few miles from the lab, southeast of Diego City in Irvine. Although she had an indoor garage and didn’t have to ever go outside in the rain to reach her Prius, she had always loved to sit in the little garden out front, especially on windy days when the water droplets would drift onto her face. Now, that seemed too risky a proposition.
She hung her lab coat in the closet and put her key ring on a hook near the kitchen, as she always did when coming home after work. On her way to the 90 gallon fish tank full of freshwater fish, she tapped the answering machine which had about three messages - one from her mother, one from a charity called Save the Reef, and a message from her girlfriend Sandy about their upcoming surfing lessons that they had scheduled for the coming weeken
retelling of the little mermaid: chapter 2I rush through the water. Swimming so fast that the cartilage in my fins begin to sting with pain. My mother chases behind me, screaming my name and ordering me to stop. But I don't acknowledge her. When I reach the man, he is sinking like a rock, into the darkness of the sea. I musn't let him drown! I swim down deep, getting closer and closer to him. So deep that even I can't handle the pressure slowly getting greater. I grab his shirt and haul toward the surface. He squirms and bubbles come from his nose and mouth. 'don't worry, you'll be okay' I think to myself.
I reach the surface. My mother is far behind. "Anata!" she yells. Ignoring her once more, I turn my head to the deserted beach, keeping this man's head above the water. When we reach shore, my tail is numb. I lay my head on his chest. No heartbeat, no signs if life, I was too late. He is dead. Mother reaches shore behind me. "Is he okay?" "N-No..." I whisper in a hushed voice. Tears gather in my eyes and drop onto his fa
Spindrift: Part One: Chapter OnePart One: Desert
Chapter One: The Ambassador
Spin*drift n 1: spray blown from waves 2: the drift of a bullet off target due to its spin
I paused before the cabin door; expected, but still hesitant to enter. The ambassador made me uncomfortable. I knew she didn’t intend to, but there was no denying it. There was also no avoiding it, so I straightened my uniform and knocked. There was no answer, but the lock clicked and the door slid open. A palpable wave of humidity wrapped itself around me. In a few short minutes, my hair would droop and my uniform become unstarched. I sighed and entered.
The stateroom was different from the usual VIP quarters. There was no bed. In fact, there was little furniture except for a couch, a table and a couple of chairs, including a hoverchair for her ladyship’s mobility. What the chamber did have that most do not was a heated pool.
The ambassador was at the bottom of that pool, reading. She surfaced, laid the tablet at the edge an
A Time With TailsAn advantage of living on one of the lesser-known islands is that during the off season, the beach is nearly deserted, especially at night.
Water slaps against the dock's wooden supports, spitting droplets of salt water into the night air. The surf rushes like breath in our ears while the foam-capped waves retreat from the beach, tiny shells and pebbles rolling in their wake.
It isn't cold, not really. It rarely gets truly cold here. But it's chilly, cool enough to raise goosebumps on our bare arms and make us shiver in the shade of the dock. We stay silent, though, not letting our teeth chatter, not whispering about our plans for the night.
All three of us are staring at the last house on the beach with any lights on. It's a kitchen light. I saw someone walking around inside. It won't be long now before they finally go to bed and that warm light winks out. Not long now.
We've tucked ourselves up under the old wooden dock, right a
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It's the Most Frightening Time Of the YearIt's the most frightening time of the year!
With the world's all a-fighting
And the poor are in fear
It's the most frightening time of the year!
It's the cra-craziest season of all!
With the NRA shootin'
And healthcare's not bootin'
While countries rise and fall!
It's the cra-craziest season of all!
There'll be parties of drunk men
'cause it's not on the ban, and
Blood out on the snow!
There'll be trampled on people and tales of
The countries feeble while we wish it was long ago!
It's the most frightening time of the year!
With people outgoing and being a bitch
And moaning and causing fear!
it's the most frightening time of the year!
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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