00QJames Bond came back from a mission; he walked down into the Quizmasters dominie after he got cleared by the doctors for his injuries. Moneypenny was leaving his Q office “Oh your back hope you brought Q’s toys back in on piece.” She smiled at him00Q1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What brings you down here?” He asked her
“Oooh just checking in on Q, M’s orders.” She smiled as she walked away.
Bond walked into Q’s office and saw the Quizmaster back to him as he worked on something on his laptop “I have good news for you Q I brought your gun back.” The blonde man said, the dark hair man turned around and looked at the gun on his table top before turning fully turning to face Bond. As the dark hair quizmaster walked to the table and looked at the gun that 007, James’ eye widen and he looked at the younger male, who was clearly pregnant “Bond this is not the gun I gave you?” he said picking it up “Is this blood and hair?”
reference Ancient Poetry and ProseWen Jiabao two sessions reference Ancient Poetry and Prosereference Ancient Poetry and Prose3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will not and carry out my duties and will remain true to my conviction .
Once made in a responsible position ,an offical should do everything loyal to the people (or the country )and when his terms end ,he should give a self_ assessment in a humble
What I done may be appreciated and criticized by the people ,yet ultimately history give me a fair judgment /say .
I Have The Letters.I Have The Letters.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have the letters, I just can't find the words.
According to the Oxford dictionary there are 171,476 words in the English language currently in use. You'd think out of 171,476 words, thousands of songs and endless quotes, and whatever else it is that people use nowadays to get the point across; I could find the means to put a simple sentence together.
I hate those days.
The days when the words have no flow. There is no rhythm, no rhyme. Just an endless thought process, jumbled and unable to make any sense of things. I don't understand. Words have always been easy. I've never been at a loss of what to say. And when I can't create my own, there are song lyrics. Chances are your feelings are not unique. Everyone has felt like you at one point or another. There is someone out there who can relate. You just don't know this yet. Or maybe you do. But as soon as I start thinking about this I am at a loss.
The letters are there. I just can't find the words I need. The words I need to make you
cardboard.cardboard.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he'd never been any good at
day by day in that
old back? when it never worked
he lived off the papers that cluttered the gutter of his doors.
he rend them to pieces
tore them apart
shredded each bit
on the roof of his mouth
and let the ink
bleach its mark to the back of
and in the hollows of his I. eye,
he precluded all these taunts,
swallowed these letters to his belly and abused
every line touch word
he could get his filthy lips around.
it was not surprisinge even when he choked.
but with every fall
he touched a tete
AND HOW HE WISHED
he could remember how to
he spent all his years at the top of the skyline.
he spent every mourning on the sidewalk.
he'd never been any good at
the shut-inthe shut-in3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where are these keyholes to the Equinox? the stars huddle
like alien nettle,
a gray chime of wrens scaling tree limbs and middays,
Darwin has no lines for me
i've sheetrocked the blistering ivies and blossoms.
i've glassed out daubers and frightening mollusks
pillowing through mud honey and minute old ruins.
intimate with my quiet desk, my paper hoard
i'm still a coward; the envelopes, Obama glass, the dozen unused spiral
diaries are menacing concoctions, minotaurs of lost dimensions.
i used to sleep in creek-beds.