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Chemical Attractions, Part IWe can learn a lot from salt.Chemical Attractions, Part I by QuiEstInLiteris
The chlorine atom is fundamentally lacking, longing to fill that gaping hole in its valence shell, and those bright bits of energy dancing in amorphous clouds around a sodium atom are just too tempting for the poor chlorine to resist. Chlorine probably knows that it has no claim to those electrons. It might lie awake at night for days or weeks in a fit of conscience, seeking alternatives before sending out tentative feelers and inviting Sodium to join it for coffee... It's a romantic comedy in minature, and I think that we can skip over the montage of dates and dinners and late nights on the couch in front of a forgotten movie, set to some perky but meaningless tune of the early Nineties.
It's only much later, once caught in the throes and tedium of a borderline-abusive relationship, that Sodium begins to understand the true nature of an ionic bond, begins to search and grope in vain for those lost luminous stars that Chlorine stole back in the early days,
These Dreams Run - Chapter 1CHAPTER ONEThese Dreams Run - Chapter 1 by 91816119
Corleanne High wasn't, and never had been, a 'looker'. Tired, slumping mesh fences measured out the perimeter of its grounds, and the once proud, grand white front with its pillars and steps were a sad and sorry affair. The ribbed, Romanised pillars were blackened from the fumes of passing cars and tobacco, yellowed at the bases with foul-smelling stale urine. The school motto, Ex uno disce omnes From one person, learn all people was hidden beneath years of pigeon scum, the words barely showing. The stately stairs leading to the huge, double-doors which marked the entrance to the school were worn and withered with the weight of every pupil who had ever gone to this school traversing them each day. Yellow hazard signs, bright specks of light on such a grey day as this, marked the places where the already crumbling stone steps had fallen away completely. The heavy grime layer which smothered the school refused stubbornly to be removed. Even the pas
The One in the CrowdI would see her, standing there, leaning against the wall, just below the bridge, her white earphones plugged in shutting off the din of the city. At first, all I did was catch quick glances and look away, afraid that she would see me staring. A little smile would always play on her lips, as if trying to escape, but hiding just behind the shadows. She seemed oblivious to the huge melee that engulfed her, hordes of people scurrying around like ants. She would patiently wait for the 7:20 Borivali-Churchgate, and board it effortlessly, gliding to her favorite spot on the train, one where she could look out on the city that never slept. She seemed to me like a breath of fresh air in the midst of the smoke that threatened to choke. It was almost a week before she caught me staring at her. And when she did, she just smiled. My heart skipped a beat, and I looked away with my face on fire. That whole day, all I cursed myself for not returning that disarming smile, and vowed that tomorrow if soThe One in the Crowd by SiNg0d
Santa versus AtnasAtnas the bad, mysterious, slySanta versus Atnas by squeezelouise
Travels the world on his sleigh in the sky.
Santa's old friend, now inglorious foe,
This age old story is something to know:
They started out well, as partners in crime
Until one Christmas when Atnas got time.
Santa and Atnas were felons you see,
They robbed, plundered, stole - things so dastardly.
The plans were devised and thought out by Old Nick
As getaway driver he drove oh so quick.
The strong and fit Atnas brought life to the schemes,
And there was the set up of our daring team.
Their usual targets were the rich, banks and stores,
"We have little money, you won't miss some of yours"
This was the thought behind Santa's bad ways
(And he says he'll regret for the rest of his days).
Atnas was greedy, unbelievably so!
He suggested stealing from children, but Santa said no.
They argued and argued 'til blue in the face
Santa shot off enraged but Atnas gave chase
They flew round the world at neck breaking speed
Shouting and bawling but neither'd concede
The GriffinThe Griffin by shadows260
There aren't many things I can say I enjoy in life. Makes sense really, considering I profit from death, but besides that I've never been the 'liking' kind. I'm picky about my food, picky about my friends, and I'm sure as hell picky about my marks.
But I'm never picky about the drink.
"Another," I told the barman, rapping my knuckles against the counter's stained wooden surface to catch his attention. He must have been expecting it, because a moment later a chipped clay tankard frothing at the brim came sliding towards me, stopping precisely in front of my crossed arms.
He was pretty good.
Picking it up I drank my beer slowly, scanning the surrounding room with feigned boredom. It was a habit I'd picked up after years on the road, and it was a damned useful one. He was around six and a half feet tall, judging by how his feet stretched out below the table he shared with two other me
The Sinners' SaintThe Sinners' Saint by Triple-A-XD-XP
Zoeiz took a subtle relaxed deep breathe. And held it just for a moment.
Christ, by highest heaven adored
The cold blistering air nipped at her exposed cheeks and the tip of her petite nose. A perfect atmosphere for the winters most important day, Christmas.
It was only 7:55 in the morning. Children throughout the modest town would be up by now, pouncing on their drowsy parents, eagerly anticipating on opening the wrapped gifts and stuffed bags.
She breathed out, the vaporous air revealing her breath.
Christ, the everlasting Lord
Naturally, fresh flakes of snow began to fall from the cloudy heavens. Her emotionless steel-blue eyes, hidden by dim ashen shades, observed the sky curiously. She paid attention to a diminutive flake as it fluttered, gliding wi
Beauty Sleep"Avast ye foul lizard! Crawl out from that hidey-hole on your belly so I may stain my blade with your impure blood!"Beauty Sleep by tox2wallz
He stood outside the dragon's den, a gallant figure clad from head to toe in gleaming metal. Shield and sword were poised, and the crimson plume adorning his helmet flapped in the sputtering breeze.
"You may have terrorized many a kingdom and slaughtered many a valiant knight, but not I! For I come bearing my family's ancestral sword, a bright woe-bringer to all the creatures of darkness which hide in their fetid pits! Enjoy your next breaths, dragon, for they shall be your last."
Deep down in the depths of the dragon's den, a pair of bleary eyes cracked open.
Oh please not ANOTHER one.
The Dragon yawned and stretched on its hoard; a wretched fuzzy taste had settled into his mouth overnight, and a dreadful scratch lingered in the back of his throat. An inordinate amount of gagging and hacking ensued as a modest glob of mucus was expelled from his lungs. That was d
The Alarm Clock, The Match, and The Postcard Mrs. Nolan of room number 103 at Van Dyk Retirement Center wakes every morning at precisely eight o' clock. Once she gets out of bed she then proceeds to greet the day with some music at eight ten. She delightedly turns the radio on with her old, knobby hands and is rewarded with the majestic sound of Beethoven's 9th Symphony blaring out of the small radio's speakers for all to hear. Mrs. Nolan shuffles excitedly to the window and flings them open, yelling a joyful "Good Morning!" to the world.
Ripe PlumsRipe plums are falling,
Now is the Summer of Our Discontent Chapter 3Alarm clocks are stupid.
HaikuTime is going by