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Morphological Bairn glared piercingly at the woman across from him. She winked back, the color of her hair slowly shifting from red to brown. Her eyes shone a brighter blue. Her skeletal structure melted and reformed under her face.
She was toying with him.
First impressions don’t matter much anymore, but he already didn’t like her. In one fluid motion she stepped forward, turned, and let her shoulders rest against the wall. The brick scratched against the fabric of her clothes, which were-
Nope, he didn’t care. Not one bit. Especially not with her willingly flaunting herself like this in public. She leaned into him, whispering, like a child sharing a secret with a friend.
“Come on, big guy. Loosen up a little.” She rolled her shoulder into him. “Play a little game with me.”
Gonei am woken up
from dreams of you
burnt brain matter
in the hollow of my
thump, thump, thumping
goes my heart
my pulse snaking
venom through my veins now
blackening my skin where
bruises blossom and bloom have
taken up residence un
Lock and Keyi keep an image of you,
you know, caged inside my head
he talks to me wonderfully,
and oh, how he smiles
but his eyes are dead.
it may be high time for me
to hand you the key
Birthday WishesI listen to your words
like blowing out the candles
on a birthday cake.
I squeeze my eyes tight,
through the smoke.
You, Me, Your Clone (New Intro?) "Anna?" Louis called from under the covers. "Is something wrong? Come back to bed." He pulled back the sheet she had tucked against him and patted the mattress. Anna stood by the window for a second longer looking down at the empty street below. Shadows crept around the orange glow of the street lights. She shivered and, finally, turned away. Louis watched her expectantly as she slipped back into the bed. He flicked the covers over her, pulling her to him until their noses touched. "You're cold." She tucked her face against his neck, soaking up his body heat. "You want to tell me what's going on?"
Louis could feel her mumble something, her lips brushing over his skin. He sighed, prompting her to repeat herself. "I said I couldn't sleep."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"You'll laugh at me."
"What else am I here for?" He laid her down on her ba
Soul Burn: Killing Qualms Come on, Amanda. You need to wash the blood off. Move your arms, splash some water onto yourself. You can do it.
Amanda stood frozen waist deep in a lake, cold water prickling her skin with goosebumps. Her teeth chattered behind her ice blue lips, little puffs of breath floating up from her mouth. Her robes around her body a smoky cloud of crimson. There had been an attack on the four friend's camp at dawn. Garrett, having taken watch high in a great pine, saw the assassins coming. With a yell he woke the others and snapped the first one's neck with his bare hands. The group of four defended each other until only one assassin was left standing. He lunged towards Garrett, grimacing and clenching a dagger in his hand. Garrett stood still, looked over at Amanda from the corner of his eye, and for the first time ever he hesitated. Amanda rushed in front of him to block the dagger, taking the blade in her shoulder down to he
Soul Burn: Advice (Conversations with Characters) "Come on, little lady, let's see what you can do!"
Amanda spun around just in time to catch the staff flying towards her. Logan stood a few feet away holding onto another staff, a grin lighting up his face. He wanted to spar. "Firstly," Amanda walked forward and poked the bottom of her staff into Logan's stomach. "That is an incorrect description of me. Secondly, what are you talking about?"
"Defense. You, being a healer, never get into the middle of a fight. You stay behind us, so that we can protect you, and you in turn can heal us. But let's say that Naz gets seriously injured, and me and Garrett for whatever reason aren't able to protect you while you heal Naz. I want to know if you can simultaneously heal, and defend yourself."
Amanda snorted. "And what about you? You have a weakness as well. You may be able to hold your own with brute strength, but you can't defend against magic."
"Fine. Fine. You make a good point. So, after I beat you up, you can hi
Dear Lover,Would you blow
kisses into my
Though it may
stop my pulse,
it will leave
in my heart.
SB: Girl Talk (Conversations With Characters) "What do you have against being a girl?"
Amanda jerked slightly, as if she were physically hit with the question. She had gone into the woods to hide away for a little while when Naz brushed up beside her. Naz had been silent until a moment ago, which was strange as she liked to talk almost as much as she breathed. Amanda had come to find Naz's silences as a precursor to either an avalanche or ambush of words.
"W-what do you mean? I am female." Amanda continued to look down at the book in her lap, as if she were still reading.
"Yes, you dress feminine, and you keep your hair long. But you aren't...girly. You never dress up, or wear makeup, or do something with your hair. You don't even talk to me like a normal girl would."
"I'm sorry. I never realized that you actually wanted me to talk to you."
"Oh please, like I never shut up. You just never respond."
Amanda sat silently, proving Naz's point without even meaning to. The w
Il est temps de partir, infants de l’aube grise
Il est temps de savoir, ou d’aller à la brise
Nous fûmes sœurs de sang, d’âme et parfois de corps
Mais la nuit nous priva du repos dû aux morts.
Comme la feuille au vent, nos racines sont sèches
Fiancées aux tombeaux froids, mariées aux ravins rêches ;
Sous le soleil Corinthe, et Athènes et la Pnyx
Sous la lune le Nord, et l’horizon d’onyx.
Marchez, blêmes infants, découvrez sous la terre
La triple damnation accablant votre mère,
Prenez garde en entrant dans l’antre du passé
Son goût pour le sang froid jamais ne s’est lassé ;
TranscendenceI'd like to be the sun as well as the moon:
for me to be star-crossed and tragic.
I'd like to be remembered, and legends be true
And be regarded, above all, as magic.
Let mythology be damned, they'll worship me so
For they hardly even know.
Let mythology be damned,
Let mythology be damned,
Their song and dance will be quite a show.
I dream of the day I'm fire within the ice
Encapsulated in all my splendor.
But maybe just a marble statue will suffice
As long as they gaze and worship in wonder.
The shrines will come and the offerings will flow
And the cults will branch in droves.
The shrines will come
The shrines will come
And wide-eyed followers will come in tow.
It'll be easier to be a martyr
Because there is no hard work for me.
I'll just need to pose with my dog and armor
I'll receive a holiday, you'll see!
Like water in amber, I will be memorialized
And become the spark in your eyes.
Like water in amber
Like Water in amber
Becoming an idol is a clever disguise!
The InquisitorBy right of God
The Holy Spirits
And the Church
I shall shape the world
A world bound by unity
Where none is an enemy
A world expelled from evil
Where no demon roams the earth
My sword fighting the fire
That defies my belief
A scorched stake
The end of all my foes
By right of God
The Holy Spirits
And the Church
I have shaped the world
After the FallWhere teardrops have fallen
flames will also rise,
they are invisible angels
obvious in demon eyes.
Silver Slips and DancersIt’s there in the beaten mirror she holds
In broken hands she cries of a defeat
The night will take her before she grows old
And they will cry, “narcissist” in the street
There, she dances softly on the surface
And shows the swan what it means to pirouette
But she cannot break exteriors face
found so ashen from the year’s cigarette
They will write books about that wayward girl
Speak of once easy laugh and softest eyes
That such light could be consumed by this world
should show that both bones and beauty will die
Pressed fingers to lips form a last cachet
In silver, shard veils, sashaying away
DFC 2013 Day 6: SkylinesYou know,
there is almost
something beautiful in
the way you breathe for the moment.
with passion like
you, a cigarette in
mouth, lip-locking the grey haze you
send those cinders
my way. Just let me taste
the ashes leaping from your tongue,
till these shallow
lungs have gotten their fill
and sputter and cough and whistle
If I had a
lighter, maybe you could
teach me how to live, but sadly
Who? RegeneratedHartnell, Troughton,
And last, McCoy
And then it’s gone,
But wait – oh joy!
It’s Paul McGann
(He doesn’t last).
It looks as though
His time has passed.
So many years,
An endless wait.
He’ll not again
But now, at last,
And Tennant too –
A brand new run
And Smith, whose time
Will soon be through,
Will pass it on to
Who knows Who?
Oh look, that guy
That used to swear –
Will be on air.
But wait, there’s Hurt.
My brain’s confused.
Getting well abused!
And now, McGann
Is briefly back.
I swear space-time
Is going to crack.
It’s just a TV show
And no-one can
The future know.
You step inside
A box of blue
And take a ride.
Bhraitheann An Ghaoththere is no longer such a thing as the exhonerated title of
when tainted with corporate conceit
the stench of which is embedded by a fetid education
and encouraged by the false prophecy of a system
suggesting reward for 'good' competition as the pride of all being
when in fact it contaminates and putrefies all things associated with
this succubus chant of capitalistic patriotism has become a lucid stain on humanity
the word – patriotism – used in false triumphancy by resigned and cowering souls
or against that small mass of inquisitive human flesh that understands and demands
the symbolic fake will never be accepted
please, oh please, oh supreme being, help us
march to a drumbeat only when the drummer is truly known
and pounds and thrums and exemplifies the demand of a
that will never skip to an inconsequential beat
by the unethical goosestepping marching band leaders that now control
the sunday morning reigns
of proselytizing whores
NightmareI jolt awake, the horrors imprinted,
Replaying inside my head.
There's no air.
The sheets wrapped, strangling,
My chest's heaving,
And still it replays.
Crawl out of bed, wanting to leave,
Run away from the dream,
And the closet opens.
Red eyes floating,
A growl rumbling.
I burst through my doorway,
And step out into,
I jolt awake, the horrors imprinted,
Replaying inside my head,
Again and again.
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