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Untitled 03Double-takes toward a life once satiated in its need for affectionUntitled 03 by ~CianTheBard
Reveal nothing to the naked eye of the observer;
Reminiscent as he might be of yon days of sunflowers and birds
Where distant Sun-star-light warms a tiny dead rock in some point
Of that Universe he pledged his life on to her
Yet, that Universe is not a compliant beast
Ravenously hungry for heart-stars and newborn nebulae
It makes one wonder, "Do the stars shine out of compassion, or
Are they here to lay us to waste?"
Man builds things, and then we die.
Yet, in our lifetimes we see more destruction than rebirth.
Possibly proving that hearts are neither created nor
Send in the ClownsThey had been walking for weeks. They could easily pick their destination at night, or rather avoid a destination from the bluish glow low on the horizon that signalled a radioactive crater where a city once lived.Send in the Clowns by ~FirstSarge
They were hungry, very hungry. The two men were perched atop a barren ridge overlooking a small town in a valley below. One of the men glassed the town through the Leopold scope mounted atop his H&K 91.
"Bill, what do you see," Ronald Jenkins asked in a whisper.
"Nothing, the town's abandoned. I don't see anything moving, no cars, no people… What the hell?" Bill Gaines dropped the rifle and retrieved his binos for a bett
Time Travel Do's and Don'tsDo's and Don'ts of Time TravelTime Travel Do's and Don'ts by *DaneBainbridge
So, you've finally done it. You've scraped together the millions of dollars, dozens of passports, countless vaccinations and hours and hours of anachronistic language classes. The day is at long last here, and you are ready to take that romantic little vacation – through time. Yes, time travel is everything you've been told. You will meet exotic people, doing exotic things in exotic eras. You will get to see the "Good Old Days" when they were better known as "These Wretched Times." But, before you hit the app button on your genius phone, there are a few things you should know:
Time Travel Don'ts
Don't
The American Obesity ProblemThe American Obesity Problem by ~LightningRodOfHate
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fi
Bailey's CakeSusan hummed to herself as she set the oven to preheat for Bailey's birthday surprise. OK, so maybe it wasn't going to be much of a surprise with her sitting there watching, but it's the thought that counts, right? She paused in her preparations to lean over and give the black and tan German shepherd a scratch behind its silky soft ears. Bailey panted and thumped her tail against the floor, always eager for more attention.Bailey's Cake by *Leonca
Susan thought about her while she greased the cake tin. Ten was a big year for a dog, especially one of Bailey's size. She had been such a good friend for all their years together, it was hard to imagine that someday soon
A Key Point Hello. I'm your left shift key. You know, on your keyboard? I think it's time we had a little chat.A Key Point by ~bleusman
See, I think I have things better than some others I know. Like my friends P, A, I, and N – you know those keys? - well, they've been feeling used. Whenever you open up Microsoft Word, they just start groaning because they feel your poetry coming. Me, though, I guess I'm just feeling ignored. Unappreciated. You know the feeling? I know you do. I saw that poem about your family. Tough stuff, right there. I feel you, I really do.
I know you feel all deep without me. Like the restraints I put upon you shackle your inner poet. I'm not unc
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