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The old man at the gas station plucked a shaft of the long grass that grew from spaces between the concrete slabs and slid it into one of the spaces between his teeth. This was one of his favorite pastimes, another being to count how many cars drove by each day. He considered himself a fortunate man, for he could chew grass and count cars, two of his almost-favorite pastimes, at once.
Today he had already counted eleven cars, and already chewed six grass stems, though it was only one o’clock. Most of those cars, as usual, had come in from the east, where the flat desert was visible for miles before the tan faded to blue and came back overhead as the sky. These cars were less fun to count than the others; he saw them materialize in that blue-tan haze at the horizon and then waited long before they finally passed him. But there were always more coming from the east than from the north, and they were usually the ones that stopped to quench themselves at his pump. They had come ...
Okay, so we had to write a poem and share it with the whole team. I however got lazy and didn't write one, so like five minutes before hand i was in the bathroom talking to my buddy and i came up with this...
Life is a labyrinth,
It has many twists and turns.
it confuses even the wise.
What’s going on, Galen? Is everything all right? asked Suoh. They were going through a secret underground tunnel right under the cave where Galen lived. Galen was an old dragon who had lived through many battles for thousands of years and had many scars. He was an albino dragon, the last of his kind. Even though he was different from all the others, he was well respected for his knowledge. Galens’ wings were becoming more transparent as the years went on, and his bones were getting ever more stiff. Suoh on the other hand was still young, about 20 years old, 100 years in dragon years. He was a deep blue, with clear blue eyes. He was the same size as Galen, and Galen would not have called him here unless something important was going on.
Yes, yes, everything’s fine, said Galen weakly, but deeply. The torch lights lining the tunnel walls glowed brightly, and Suoh could see the excited twinkle in his deep red eyes. I have to show you something. I’ve brought Cadmus...
I am dramatically bored,
put your hands on my forehead,
it's heated under your fingertips.
Hear the monotonous tones
that mean to shape my life,
can you see my disinterest?
Taste my sleepy yawn
as I slip away and listen
to your subliminal words -
I am past bored
and I truly do not care.
I am subconsciously awake,
nothing more than my eyes are open.
See the glass protecting me?
Hear the teacher sigh...
Is it he who cares for my future life?
I cannot fake my dislike
for the gold he tries to sell.
The surroundings are one tone,
vision and touch one in my head -
I am past bored
and I truly do not care.
The sunlight peeked through the blinds and streamed into Arnold’s eyes. He stirred, waving at the sunlight as if it were a physical entity. If it weren’t for his cell phone buzzing on the counter, he never would have felt motivated to rise from the couch. The television was displaying a terribly made infomercial, and he made it a point to spit toward the television in disgust.
Arnold’s phone continued to buzz, vibrating across the counter; he caught it just as it went over the edge. He read the number flashing on the screen—Kevin Bradley—and flipped open his phone. “What?” he answered.
“Arnie, you’re gonna want to come down here. Now.”
Arnold had never heard Kevin so urgent before. “What is it?” he asked.
“Just come down to the station. It’s something very important.”
Arnold pulled up to the police station, and ran inside. He found Kevin pacing by his desk, and before he could ask what the matter was, he was dragged into the eviden...
(Author's Note: I apologize for the shortness, but I am working on the second part ASAP)
Chad burst in just then, “Hey, guys. I gotta go. I need to make an appointment with a friend about tomorrow.”
“Ryan, right?” Steven asked. Chad nodded, eyes narrowing the tiniest bit at his friend.
“Have fun,” I managed to choke out. I tried to widen my eyes, willing my tears not to spill over. Chad smiled, kissed me on the head and left. A second later I heard the front door open and close.
My tears spilled over just then, but no sobs escaped my tightening throat. My voice was unaffected by my silent crying as I murmured, “What a fool I am…”
“It’s not your fault,” Steven’s hand covered mine and I squeezed it, glad for the comfort. Even if it was a stranger’s comfort.
“I wish I could help,” Steven murmured.
The tears seemed to disappear as I smiled over at him, “Actually…there is something you can do,”
Standing still, wondering if it’s life or death.
Hoping a lot, on every single breath.
Wishing for peace, freedom, and happiness
Yet in so much pain from all the distress.
When will the Germans let him free?
But one may ask, will they ever be?
This boy, so innocent and young
Standing still, thinking am I going to be hung?
Standing Still, grasping the fence so tight,
Hoping that he will be alright.
Wishing for acceptance and relief
Yet wondering if he will come out of this coma,
Of disbelief
When will he get the food he needs?
But when will he get the bandages for when he bleeds?
This boy, so tender and sweet
Standing still, waiting to defeat.
I know many of the letters are not supposed to be capitalized =]
thanks
So this was a class project, write a poem containing the media and people. It's due monday so if you guys could give me a little feed back before I throw it into the lions den of my class that would be great!
Stupid little worms,
that’s what they really are.
Pathetic fuzzy sheep parading around,
following the trends.
Why form their own opinions
when the media hands them out for free?
Thinking for themselves is a preposterous idea.
Self centered, obnoxious, insulting
little comments spew
from their mouths like vomit of the tongue.
My head pulsates from the incessant drabble
spilling from the holes in their faces.
One simple idea of their own impossible
as the blue screen fills their heads with
the way things should be done.
The way things should be seen.
The news fills with stories
of the children of today.
One has beaten another in
a locker room, the whole thing
caught on tape!
Posted for the world to see
on youtube of all things.
Is this the future of ...
You don't have to read this short pieces in order. In fact, they can be read in any order. I just am not very original at titling. They were written as part of a 100 fic challenge where the author is given 100 one-word prompts and has to write 100 short pieces of fiction. Mine are all set in the same world and centered around the same happenings in general, but they are all about different characters and their own lives. The goal is, by the end, the reader will have a well-rounded insight in to the world and its happenings involving the Mutts.
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1/10/08
069 – Thunder
Peter lay belly-down on his dragon’s back, slowly stroking the leathery neck. It wouldn’t be too long now.
The bond between a handler and his charge was very deep. Everyone but the executives that ran the military knew that. To them, the dragon was a product, genetic merchandise, possibly not even alive.
Peter knew better, of course. After two years, he and his dragon, ...
My mama said,
I should never leave
the house after dark!
because you never know what might be out
there…
but out in the darkness
is where I live best.
Me and the moon.
You’re free to be
whomever you feel like,
no one can tell you
how to wear your hair,
or who can be your friend,
or to tell you how un cool you are.
Living in the dark,
just me and the moon.
The soft glow of fireflies
lights up only part of the darkness,
but lights up the whole world for me.
Representing how small things
can make a big difference;
showing me that if
tons of people work together
they can achieve big things…
if people would let me in.
I think about this,
with me and the moon.
Bright shimmering stars,
glistening from above.
Pin pricks in black construction paper.
I don’t know exactly where
the light that’s behind the paper comes from,
shining through the miniature holes.
Lighting up me
and the rock I'm ...
I froze, my heartbeat quickening as I glanced from side to side. I wasn’t supposed to be here. How did they know my name? Ignoring the call, I slipped into a dark alleyway, glancing over my shoulder back at the street. I reached down to put my hand on the familiar hilt of my knife. My fingers grasped at air. I felt my stomach drop. This was the worst night to leave that weapon behind.
A piercing cackle sounded through the air making the hairs on my arms prickle. “You can’t hide from us dearie,” it continued. “All we want is to talk to you”.
I looked down at the medallion in my hand. Its red light burned with an internal fire. It was warm in my hand, almost reassuring me. I felt it, the power of it, nearly reel me into its ruby depths. My head snapped back up as I remembered that I was supposed to be fleeing for my life, not staring at the jewel.
“You’ll be my undoing,” I whispered to it, tucking it under my tunic.
I heard the whisper of ...
i havent written in a long time and am about to get back into it, here's the last thing i wrote. i'm senor saurkraut from tywc if anyone remembers me.
happy mindless hybrids gnash their teeth and say the world will end
i take a look around me , sit back and watch it all begin
fires devour neighborhoods and rivers overflow their banks
devils tear out helpless throats so they can move up in the ranks
bodies rot in city streets and angry skies cause flooded homes
tyrants reign in stolen seats and pick their teeth with peasant bones
we're veterans of a ruined world, caught in an oppressive system
i pay their misdemeanor cash flow - no choice but to be a victim
Cale trudged through the marsh's muddy waters. This was where most of the wild boars gathered to have a drink. It was misty. Cale was reminded of his dream earlier that morning. His eyes darted around, trying to spot a woman crying.
The marsh had always been misty, but not as misty as it was today. Ironically, Cale was the only hunter in the marsh that day. Everyone else was probably getting ready for the feast to celebrate the Elder's birthday. The wild boar would be a late edition to the feast then, Cale thought to himself.
He stepped onto dry land and looked at the state of his pants. He could already imagine Tendra's face when she saw him in the state he was in. He walked towards the end of the marsh. Cale stopped short in his tracks. He could've sworn that he'd heard a grunt.
He spun around and faced a large wild boar. It was at the edge, drinking the water. In this country, there weren't many water sources around. Most were surrounded by the village. Elves left water at ...
Mist. Where was all this bloody mist coming from? Cale looked around, disorientated. He didn't recognize his surroundings.
"I'm not in the marsh, am I?" he questioned himself aloud. He needed to hear the sound of his own voice for reassurance that he hadn't gone deaf. The deafening silence was too much for him to bear.
He sensed death and sorrow all around him. Where was this place? Why did he feel so much pain, anger and sorrow? It confused him. "Is anyone here?" he called out. Someone wailed in response. Finally! A soul!
Cale ran towards the direction of the wail. His heart beat in his ears. He could hear his own footsteps and breathing. He ran through the translucent mist and finally got to the source of the noise. He saw a woman, kneeling on the mud, bawling her eyes out. "Excuse me miss..." The woman looked up. Her face was covered with mist.
"Bloody mist..." Cale cursed. He tried his best to look at as many features of the woman...
*This story is inspired by a friend. I want to make it PERFECT before showing it to him. So I need heaps of advice! Also if you have any ideas for a better title please share.*
As the train pulled into the station I frantically scoured the faces on the platform through the grimy window. Even though I was fifteen minutes early for the time we’d agreed to meet, my nerves weren’t calm. They were on fire.
Jostled through the doors onto the platform, I surveyed the area. Ticket booth, toilets, a couple of battered vending machines, a coffee stall. Then a sign which read STEPS TO MAIN STREET, pointing away from the platform. Meet me at the top of the steps to the main street his message to me last night had said.
I looked at my watch for about the hundredth time in the last five minutes. Thirteen minutes until meeting time. In exactly eleven minutes, I would go to the top of the steps. Until then... I’d slowly die of a heart attack? It felt like I was going to, the organ w...
We reigned the secluded part of the beach between the applauding ocean and the two-lane street. It was one of those days when spending time with your friends was the safest, most thrilling moments of a life.
“All right, let’s make wishes,” Summer said.
“Hmm?” Alex murmured as he patted sand on her stomach. He looked down at Summer, who was lying in the sand with sand caked over her body up to her chest.
Summer’s hazel eyes glowed as she smiled. "Can I get up?"
Alex grinned. "Of course." And just like that he brushed the sand off her and gently waved off the tiny grains that were still stuck on her legs. He lifted her arms and pulled her up to a sitting position. Summer smiled.
Alex, and I watched as Summer tore out a piece of paper from her writing notebook, which she carrie...
I'm thinking of a thing,
Its brown and yellow,
It makes a ding,
Its round and mellow,
It likes to sing,
It dances like jello,
Its got serious bling,
It aint an ordinary fellow,
Ok, I lied,
I coudnt resist,
But, hey, atleast I tried,
It all went into the mist,
I laughed, I cried,
But lying was not on my list,
The truth it died,
Whats more to insist,
Ok, I admitted it,
Yet, you are still wondering,
And, I'll tell you in a bit,
So, your confusion's wandering,
My pleasure is fully lit,
Yet, you are procrastinating
But, please dont have a fit,
Your mind is only lingering,
Ok, ok, I'll tell you,
Don't have a canary,
And I promise it is true,
But the thing that I carry,
Does not have a crew,
It does not get a salary,
It has far too much to do,
So to move like jello all merrily,
Is it's last thing to persue,
So now that we got things all cleared,
And that it's not a rock,
I hope it's not what you feared,
And no it's not a sock,
But unfortunatly it w...
The rain falls down
It pounds on me
No one can stop it
Not even me
It lightens up
It comes down hard
But it wont shut up
Just hear me whine
A car splashes by
More wet I get
So much for wanting to be dry
The people pass w/out a care
And suddenly, I start to cry
They say they care
But thats just it
They can talk and never stop
But they never do a single drop
Of what they say, its all just talk
I try to smile, try to hide
All my real pride, is trapped inside
This, I cannot help
Its causing me
To lose my grip
I start to move and I slip
Down I go, It happens so quick
Down I slide, quite a ride
Over, under the stream of pride
I fall, I fall out of the sky
And I land on something..
Soft and dry
The sun comes out
It dries my tears
I feel like myself
There are no fears
A RAINBOW shoots out
I feel so beautiful
Theres no longer doubt
My happiness is bountiful....
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