The Agency / Part 3 Cadence had no idea how long she had been asleep or even how long it had been since her discovery of Elizabeth, but she did know that she wasn't in the hospital where hunters usually went for their wounds. She had woken up a few times since she had returned to the Agency, but she was too delirious to really take it all in. Now, for the first time, her mind was clearer and she took in her surroundings.
The room wasn't white and sterile-looking, as most rooms in the hospital were. There were tools and instruments that didn't look like surgical instruments. The only thing that really seemed normal was the IV dripping into her arm filled with what she could only assume was pain medication, antibiotics, and whatever else was deemed necessary to be given to her intravenously.
She shifted slightly as she tried to sit up some, her side throbbing despite the pain medication. From somewhere in the shadows she thought she heard someone breathing.
"Hello?" She found her voice to be sur
Just The Beginning....Each step Jax took sank deep into the sand of the desert that stretched out around him. He felt like he had been walking for days, but in reality it had only been a few hours since he first set out with his pack slung over his back.Just The Beginning....2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Where was he going?
Not even he could answer that question; he was simply following an instinct. Well, it was more like a physical tug than a mental or emotional instinct. Something was drawing him deep into the desert, tugging at him like a gentle breeze. Unfortunately, the desert breeze was hot and dry, much like the heat that radiated up from the reflection of the sun on the sand around him.
Every so often he was forced to wipe beads of sweat from his brow, his dark, almost black hair plastering itself to his forehead. He was lucky the sweat hadn't reached his eyes, but the sand sure had. His eyes, despite wearing his usual pair of lenses, were watering readily, grains of sand scratching into his auburn-colored irises. He did his best to duck his head do
The Ethereal UsCan you see through me as I fade away,The Ethereal Us2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as my body turns to dust and ashes?
Disintegrating before your eyes,
slipping through your fingers, sliding from your mind,
disappearing from existence.
Settling onto the dirt beneath your feet,
absorbing into the clouds overhead,
floating away from you in white water rapids,
eventually mixing with the ocean, the shore, the fish,
even the sea breeze swirls around you, prickling your skin.
I'm everywhere that you are, permeating your thoughts,
drawing up fond, yet haunting memories
from the well of our life together.
Shadows of what we once were
in an ether-induced dream that consumed you,
and slowly murdered me.
Study of Orcs Orcs: A Study on a Very Unstudied RaceStudy of Orcs5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As written by an Elven Scholar
After three years of living among a small community of Orcs, I must confess theyre nothing as I expected. Why was I living with them you ask? Well, I suppose I should explain myself; I am a Scholar of the Elves. Being a Scholar, naturally, I read every scroll and book in my great citys library. That was when I realized that among all of those pounds of text, there was no reference to the personal lives of Orcs. Sure, the great battle hymns of old sang of scarcely defeating the brutes, and legends spoke of them slaughtering my people as we slaughtered them back. Even Dwarven texts were fairly much the same words. Nowhere could I find knowledge of Orcish origins, Orcish culture, Orcish technology, arts, and, I daresay, entertainment and cuisine. As I traveled from city to city, town to town, I near to giving up on my quest. But, when I was visiting my last library
The AquiferThe AquiferThe Aquifer7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to purify the centuries of grime
that have collected in the turgid well
beneath accumulating ancient tell
once built by those whose paths were lost in time
and whose expanding saga also lost
told of a time when flesh and spirit grave
knew not to take their leave and dimly pave
a road through sorrowed eyes and armored host
yet deep in silent spring a fountain clear
of sparkling water pure and undefiled
its taste and temp'rature unstained and mild
bursts forth from cavern depths and gathers near
such strength this sweet baptism has in store
that men might walk the blessed ways once more
Calling BirdCalling BirdCalling Bird6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a flash of humor a burst of life
and into the pleroma she cries
with feathers flying each way and that
in many-wayed motion but common intent
until the shapes and colors subside
a lark in peace of motion will ride
the gentle plumes of invisible will
that settle the spurring universe still
if hope is the thing of feathers, well
a bird is the charity that gives them weight
that we in the world of sitting things
can taste the flight without the wings
and ponder the joy that living brings
The DepartureFlat on my back, fading slowly,The Departure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
flickering in and out of existence,
transparent enough to see through.
Melting into the floor.
The emptiness inside expanding,
eating me from the inside out,
festering under my skin,
engulfing me in the darkness.
Making me too numb to feel,
and too far gone to care.
Conversing With The DeadI came to him in my wedding dress,Conversing With The Dead2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but he felt that was not appropriate,
given my situation, so he stripped it
off of my body and disposed of it.
It was torn and ripped, plus I wouldn't
need it now. His expert touch was
smooth and delicate. He knew
exactly what he was doing it,
taking this special science to heart,
learning as much as he could from me
and I told him everything I was capable of.
When his learning was finished, and
I had nothing more to say,
he helped me into a new outfit: a new dress.
It had been picked out for me,
and it was a beautiful shade of blue
that matched my eyes. But my eyes were closed.
At one time, this dress might have looked
wonderful on me, but now it framed my dull,
pale skin in a grotesque way;
the dress was more alive than I was.
Talking To MyselfTalking To Myself (Breathe)Talking To Myself1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It'll be alright
You asked for this
So take it
Talk to me
No one else
A little longer
You'll be fine
Fires LoveFire,Fires Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always against each other,
Never to meet before the other putters out,
A sad love story,
Never meeting but seeing each other from afar,
Whispering sweet words,
As the other slowly fades
ReaperDeath is no fear of mine,Reaper1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because there is nothing to fear,
There is nothing there,
My friend, Reaper,
Lives and dies many times,
So death is nothing,
My fear is not knowing when I die,
But Reaper refuses to tell me,
And I understand why,
But I want to know,
So I can live my life,
With little regrets,
But if he tells me,
My life will have to end,
And then the world goes on,
I realize my life,
Is nothing significant,
It would not,
Say, destroy the world,
So my life is not special,
I am merely curious,
Reaper, damn it, tell me,
Tell me or I shall kill you,
So tell me,
And end the begging,
And so on,
Tell me, Damn it.