FailureWouldst' seem like the glowing of the morn,Failure1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Bade us taketh time, rhyme as we do please.
But in collapse crashes down heavy scorn.
Woes frost over in memory to tease,
Wills lost long ago lonely in the world,
Would whither away devoid surveillance.
Substitute to say, ay we here are very swirled.
Hesitation is our abeyance.
Fatiged by the inner fight or flight life.
Just shut the dark outside and fade to day.
In all your fight you've lost the knife of strife.
Inside feelings stew, bury them away,
or Let them out, you have a voice, you can scream.
Only yourself can you ever redeem.
Of Ants and Cartoon PhysicsOf Ants and Cartoon Physics1 week ago in General Fiction
Enormous sweaty hands clamped around my stomach and ripped me from my bedcovers, leaving a nest of tangled yellow shreds in my wake. I was so startled that I forgot to even scream. One middle finger rubbed the drowsiness from my left eye. When I tried to breathe, I was greeted by a dark, muscular elbow tight around the chest.
“Wha… Chef Hatchet? What’s going on?”
Chef didn’t answer at first, but lifted one of my arms and then the other and then each leg, rolling up all the sleeves. His dark eyes scrutinized my skin like he was searching for the treats Heather and I had smuggled from his kitchen two nights before. She’d never thanked me for the help, come to think of it. Of course, she hadn’t said a word to me since I’d stepped on the island at all, and to be honest that was more than all right with me.
Too sleepy to much care if he found a speck of evidence on my pajamas, I took advantag