Monster MashFirst of all, there was the Family.Monster Mash in Settings More Like This
As far as they knew, they had always been, a shadow accompanying humanity along its travels down the corridor of time. Perhaps some long-forgotten Australopithecine, moving deeper into the safe darkness of the cave, had found a deeper darkness and returned from it changed. None recall, not even Thousand Times Great Grandmere, who was born before Giza had received its full complement of pyramids.
Nobody is sure of from where they came, but they are familiar to humanity: they are the inhabitants of the October country, the witches and werewolves, the vampires and ghouls, the freaks and the abominations, the mummies and the necromancers, the ghosts and liches and the men with wings. Worse are those who have seemingly slowly turned from flesh to something else without bothering to visit the tomb, or those who have been born dead from cold wombs. Some never seem to have had a life or physical body at all. Not all of them were related by blood: ghosts and
28 WHATEVERS LATER28 WHATEVERS LATER28 WHATEVERS LATER in Settings More Like This
The Rage virus was discovered as a side effect of the human genome project.
The virus had hid within the genetic code of humanity and its ancestors for eons, and might well have not been discovered for generations: luck and chance played a major role in its discovery.
Human stupidity played the dominant role in its study, though.
The discovery that this ancient genetic intruder played a major role in the biochemical roots of aggression led some people to think wow, we may have found the key to ending hatred, others to think wow, we’d better not mess with this sucker, and still others to think wow, bet the military would fork out a lot of cash for research into this.
Guess which groups got the funding?
Who the bright boy was that managed to convert the virus into a free-living form remains unknown. However, it was apparently in May of 2002 that it mutated in one of the test animals into a far faster reproducing virus, creating Virus ZR-17, or, as it became popul
District 9 and AfterOk: hope this isn't too boring. Tried to make some sense of the District 9 setting...District 9 and After in Settings More Like This
The ship’s computer did its best, really. The sub-space storm that badly damaged a number of essentially systems had also destroyed the control interface, making communications with the overseers impossible. In a relatively sensible maneuver, it proceeded to the nearest habitable planet and parked itself in an area where climatic conditions were most suitable for the Well-Ordered People. Unfortunately, it was too damaged for any sophisticated analysis, and basal programming did not cover what to do in case of contact with a previously unknown and potentially dangerous alien civilization.
1982. Access to the alien ship which had parked itself roughly 200 meters above the outskirts of Johannesburg was of course demanded by all major world governments. It was not like the South African government could conceal the fact, with almost every foreign pr
No SpinBased on this TV scenario: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aftermath_(TV_series)#When_the_Earth_Stops_SpinningNo Spin in Settings More Like This
It’s been a couple centuries since a particularly malevolent Alien Space Bat slowed the rotation of the Earth to a halt. Two centuries since the oceans flowed to the Poles creating a girdle of land encircling the Earth. Two centuries since nights and days came to last six months. Two centuries since most of humanity, along with most plant and animal life on Earth, perished.
And time is running out for the survivors.
The planet is oblate, broader at the Equator than from Pole to Pole, as a result of its former spin: now that centrifugal force no longer tugs at the equator, the force of gravity slowly pulls the planet closer to a perfect sphere, the most stable of shapes, gravitationally speaking. This does not help humanity much: it is a process that will take millions of years, years of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions.
As a result of its oblate shape, there is more mass
Old Testament CosmologyA world with a somewhat old-fashioned cosmology.Old Testament Cosmology in Settings More Like This
The world is flat. The continents are arranged roughly as on a Mercator map (although Greenland is of course much smaller. ). A thousand miles of sea east of far Siberia and west of Alaska, there arises a continuous line of mountains twenty miles high. This wall of mountains encircles the world. Beyond it is another three thousand miles of sea. This sea is apparently bottomless and inhabited by vast monsters. Beyond that is a wall of white alabaster, rising fifty miles from the sea. It supports the blue dome of heaven.
Radiological studies indicate the world is perhaps 50,000 years old. It is widely accepted that someone created it, although the nature of the Creator remains in dispute. Recent genetic studies indicate that humanity was created in Africa and spread out from there, although some remain huffily convinced of the Multiple Creations theory of human history.
The moon and planets emerge from under the Outer Sea and sink under
It Came From the Drive-InIt is the year 2012, and a world of Atomic Marvels. A glittering belt of space stations encircles the world, while giant space-mirrors extend the day and the growing season. Glittering super-skyscrapers pierce the heavens, and the androids sing sweetly as they toil in the protoplasm fields. Atom-powered cars zoom along gleaming super-highways carved through mountains by atomic disintegrators crisscross the globe, and descend under the sea to the Ocean floor cities. Giant gleaming rockets shoot into space by the dozens and hundreds. Earth is currently united as the Global Federation of Nations, with the minor exceptions of a few theocratic Islamic nations, a few crapsack dictatorships, a few backward underground Lost Kingdoms, and the possibly-not-so-minor exception of the Chinese Science Dictatorship.It Came From the Drive-In in Settings More Like This
Not that this current era of prosperity, cancer cured by the violet ray and synthetic steak every night came about without difficulties, far from it. Earth between 1950 and 2000 suffered
A Very British Solar System, Part IA description (with a little rationalization and expansion) of Philip Reeve's rah-ther delightful "Larklight" trilogy universe. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Larklight_trilogyA Very British Solar System, Part I in Settings More Like This
The Aether currents circle around the sun, a jolly good thing, too, because if the Aether were a static medium, the planets would soon fall into the sun. As it is, the currents help move the planets in their orbits, and ease the passage of space ships travelling clockwise rather than counterclockwise around the sun. The Aether is an energetic medium, the basis for the Alchemical drive, and sustains the fauna of space much as air sustains terrestrial life; however, the traveler should keep in mind it cannot substitute for oxygen for long, and one needs to bring a supply along when venturing into space.
The solar system is well supplied with suns and planets: as in many other solar systems,  this is not a natural phenomenon but the work of a member of the ancient and slightly eldritch super-race known as t
Kinder, Gentler Zombie WorldIn this world the solar system moved in 1992 into a curious cloud of greenish radiation unknown to science, only barely visible through reflection from the dark side of the Moon. It took a decade for the solar system to pass through the relatively small region suffused with the strange energy. Scientific study of the green glow (which seemed to have properties somewhere between those of particles and waves) would eventually revolutionize quantum mechanics and the understanding of the Multiverse, but at the time the effects of the green radiation were much more on people's minds. Principally, it's tendency to raise the dead.Kinder, Gentler Zombie World in Settings More Like This
Affecting everything with a nervous system above a certain level of development, the radiation caused reanimation as long as the brain was not entirely decayed and was not shielded by over fifty feet of solid rock. Reanimated were most birds, mammals…and more troublingly, human beings.
It might have been less complicated if the zombies were all shambling, drooling m
Opposites WorldOpposites WorldOpposites World in Settings More Like This
In this world it is the same date as in 2010 here, but the positions of the planets in the sky indicate it is six months ahead in its orbital path.
What used to be the USSR in our world is today a peaceful social-democratic federation and the world's greatest power: the US is the crumbled remnant of a former fascist superpower, now aggressively moving back onto the world stage.
In the Americas, Canada is an impoverished former US territory, its inhabitants known for their political violence and criminality. Mexico, shorn of its northern territories by the US, is a first-world country to which many Americans flee. Brazil is a fascistic dictatorship where the 40-year rule of its mulatto dictator has been supported by the power of Voodoo, but which on the bright side treats its jungles as sacred. Argentina is a futuristic socialist technocracy, the legacy of Evita Ibarguren, greatest of 20th century popular revolutionary leaders. Wealthy Cuba is gambling, beaches, and offs
Long After 1984A drabble.Long After 1984 in Settings More Like This
The Third-Rank Hierarch of the Inner Church grinned. He had discovered a clear error of dogma in the annoying Second-Rank Hierarch James of Oxfrd's writings – he was implying that the current Nine Castes were an elaboration of a smaller number which had existed at some time in the past. That was clearly a doubleplus ungood violation of the Principle of Conservatism, under which only the High Council of the two Innermost Castes could recreate Falsepast to bring it in line with Truefuture. A clear case of Thoughtcrime. He wet his quill in the ink and began writing. If he followed Properproc and made sure to put this information in the correct hands, he would rise and James of Oxfrd would sink: at the very least banished from the Inner Castes and be Made Straight, possibly even be declared an Unperson and suffer the Seven Tortures.
All was Plusgood. The Hierarch paused and gazed out the window of the Ministry of Truth. It was a lovely spring day in the year 2484, and the sun wa
Fickle in Strength'It is a fragile thing.'Fickle in Strength in Short Stories More Like This
She looked up, 'What?'
'My love,' he replied, 'It is fragile.'
Her lip twitched slightly, as she fought the smile, 'How so?'
'It's fickle enough to last forever,' he said decidedly, before pausing, 'but strong enough to break into pieces when the hard winds blow.'
The girl nodded, 'Yes. I know.'
Climbing From The DarknessI'm finding it hard to climb from the darkness...Climbing From The Darkness in Short Stories More Like This
The words trapped in my heart aren't strong enough to break out. The memories swimming in my mind wish nothing upon me but torment. I doubt that I'll ever leave this place, this dire, awful, mess. I am the girl who was no one. Now I'm everyone. Everyone's problem, everyone's saviour. I receive kind advice and pass it on to others.
I am the girl who stared out to sea and saw nothing but nothing. A lone gull on a silver breeze. I am the girl who once saw gold in everything.
Now all that corrodes my eyes is rusted life. Nothing more, nothing less.
He has fallen too, into the darkness. Sometimes I watch him trying to escape. He gave up fitting in, instead he ran to music, to talent. But it was lonely, so lonely, and not even sweet notes could save him. When he fell he dragged us all down with him, but oddly enough he'll never taste that guilt. He doesn't know how he condemned us, all of us. By tak
The Soul Catcher And The GreyI saw your eyes on the horizon tonight, staring at me in a perfect grey picture. They were beautiful. I saw your soul dance and breathe in the green sea today. In that moment I was reminded of your purple converses and wilful smile. In that moment I knew that nature was mourning you too.The Soul Catcher And The Grey in Short Stories More Like This
Behind me a man with a camera took a picture, I don't know why, maybe he saw you standing, gazing, over my shoulder. You see, my friend, if I had a camera and I saw your twisted curls and sculpted face... well, I'd take a picture too.
Your soul was everything. It was too whole and too pure for the sin of love to touch. It was as well rounded as a nacreous tear cried at dawn and as fresh as a babe's wailing face at first breath.
On my skin I felt your kisses as the rain fell on and around me. As I sit here writing this the wind tousles my
Meet Me in The Copper FieldsSo meet me in the Copper Fields, my love,Meet Me in The Copper Fields in Free Verse More Like This
Where words wither in the wind and all
You can feel is my hand in yours,
Cry your tears into the sea and
Dance with me in the Copper Fields....
The Blame of Copper and ViolinHer eyes are downcast, and her mouth a jagged line, "Why did you do it....?"The Blame of Copper and Violin in Short Stories More Like This
His perfect lips moved slowly, forming hard and uncaring words which crashed into her heart like boulders, "What did I do?"
A cold tear rolled down her cheek, her heart was no longer a roaring furnace, it couldn't make her tears warm, "Why did you kill him?"
Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Why did you kill him?"
She leapt to her feet, an ember of indignation flared faintly in her voice, "I never killed him! That was you! Just you! I loved him, and held him, and kissed him and danced with him and-"
"And never cared enough to notice the colour of his eyes?" he smirked, "You didn't love him. For you he was just there. Then when you tired of him, when he became inconvenient and awkward, you just dropped him in the mud. You poured vodka into his young soul, you corrupted his ears with nightmarish tales, and who pick
The White FlowerIn a clinical vase lies the White Flower. Her hair is as soft as dainty white petals, and spreads over her pillow in the same way that cherry blossom litters the ground in spring. Although her skin is deeply creased, you can tell that she once blossomed like no other, for her cheek bones are well formed and her nose perfect.The White Flower in Short Stories More Like This
The White Flower's body is slender, almost as if the rot growing inside her has devoured all the fat, all the muscle. Every sort of wire is connected to her, some are embedded in the skin of her hand whereas others snake tendrils across her face. It doesn't matter what purpose they serve to prolonging her sorry life, the White Flower hates them. She hates the hospital bed, she hates the medicine, she hates the artificialness of life within the ward. During her youth she loved the outdoors, the sky, the birds, she loved the cold winter air.
Air she knows she'll never breathe again. In her deep s
Please, Let Me Live...A cold voice ripped into her thoughts, "And you? How do you live life?"Please, Let Me Live... in Short Stories More Like This
She remained silent, expressionless, her face might have belonged to either a sleeping child or a corpse. However, inside, her head was whirring:
I live life by living. I'm sociable to people, and a select few of those I love. In the day time I go outside and breathe, because the air is fresh and clean. In the night I dream of places I've never been, of bright eyes and city lights. Sometimes when the world gets too big for my head to contain I write it all down, and live on paper. I exhale words onto the page and watch them form their own life and message. In answer to your question, voice, I live life by living.
The voice snorted, "That's not living! Why aren't you out partying every night? Why do you always wear sunglasses? What are you hiding?"
And, as before, she remained silent. Her mind, on the
We Only Exist In The Now Her eyes wide, the girl stood in front of the mirror. Its surface was covered in condensation. Tentatively she reached out and touched the cold sheen of reflective sweat.We Only Exist In The Now in Short Stories More Like This
Within the mirror her lips moved, yet in real life they remained stationary, "You are the story teller....?"
Slowly, she nodded, "I am the story teller."
The mirror girl continued to speak foreign words, "Then tell me a story."
This time the real girl shook her head, "I have no story to tell...."
Smiling, the mirror girl flashed her demonic teeth, "Tell me about how he used to sneak into your room at night. Tell me about how he beat you, broke you, bruised you. Tell me about how you were sinful and enjoyed it. Tell me about how you betrayed your mother by letting him touch you and lie in bed beside y
Dancing With Dreams'I'm back.'Dancing With Dreams in Short Stories More Like This
The fragile silence collapsed. Slowly, the Other looked up, 'I thought... I thought you'd gone....'
'For longer...' Came the murmured reply.
The Speaker swallowed, 'I'd never leave you.'
'Then where did you go?' asked the Other, indignation making cold words hot.
'I went to chase that happy ending,' answered the Speaker, 'I danced with all the dreams in the world and tried to discover perfection.'
An icy glare, 'So, what did you find...?' The question was bitter.
'I realised that the dreams I danced with were mere imitations of you and I brought my happy ending back in a box.' The Speaker held out a small wooden container.
Taking it, the Other opened the box, 'It's empty.'
A small nod, 'My happy ending. It's you.'
She Should've Said YesShe was greeted by a warm smile, "Say you love me..."She Should've Said Yes in Short Stories More Like This
The girl bit her lip, "I don't think I can."
The smile faltered, "But.... why not...?"
"I know that you love somebody else more," murmured the girl, the hard words sticking in her throat.
There was silence, before, "If I have you then I won't need him."
She was dubious, "You'll always need him."
"No, I won't," A glimmer of a grin danced once more upon the lips, "Because your words will guide me away from copper sin and although my eyes are grey and apt to wander yours are brown and bright enough to hold my attention forever."
"I can't, I know that you'll never love me in the same way that you love him," her eyes were tearful, "but if I agree to love you what will happen if I find somebody else who loves me? Loves me properly and entirely? Whilst I'm tied to you and your treacher
Have the capacityI'm that one personHave the capacity in Free Verse More Like This
who says the world is a beautiful place.
Still the world hurts me.
I learn to forgive,
Not to forget
So I can remember
To be the person
That does something the world doesn't.
The End (Acrosstic)There is no such thing. TreasureThe End (Acrosstic) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here and now,
Endure the present,
Enjoy the moment.
Never stop... hoping, trying, living.
A quiet place"Quietest you've ever been was never in your head."A quiet place in Philosophical More Like This
Hidden ExpressionOne day...Hidden Expression in Free Verse More Like This
I started to feel.
And everything just poured right out.
Not much to sayI don't have much things to sayNot much to say in Editorial More Like This
Other than the things that happen in my life.
IntentionsOur intents drive us to make a cause.Intentions in Philosophical More Like This
It's effect isn't always the expected outcome.
Never ToldHe thinks it's odd, sometimes, though he's not certain why.Never Told in Short Stories More Like This
A sense of dislocation, perhaps. Like cutting yourself on an unsharpened blade. He walks the immense aisles of the cathedral, footsteps echoing hollowly into the blue shadows of high vaulted ceilings and arches, stone figures watching him from above as he, in turn, watches dawn play across their carved and weathered faces. The grandeur of this place is oddly soothing in the solitude it affords him. A holy place, just hushed, here suspended in the silence after Mattins when most have shuffled out. It's a favorite moment of his, a favorite service to attend, and today it gives him pausethere is training, and paperwork, and a squire for him to wake and a council meeting and a king, but he lets himself linger nonetheless. Just for a heartbeat, just for a heartbeat.
Hal smoothes his fingers over the well-worn coolness of a granite pillar, and he passes it by for the window beyond it, so familiar. He tilts his head back to
Girl DisappearingFunny thing is, maybe I'm as bad as her when it comes to just knowing things, sometimes. At least, knowing how she operates. Shauna Mull and I hadn't been face-to-face in over two years, and I still knew exactly how to break into her apartment.Girl Disappearing in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Chicago was moving behind me as I clambered up the stairs, half-stumbling a bit from the exhaustion of it all. Travel-sick and sleep-deprived. Maybe heartsore. The dark wood of the steps was slightly damp and smelled of mildew, and the dull thumping of my boots as I climbed was too loud in the weird and half-suspended dawn before rush hour. There was the soft sound of traffic, down below, and papers and footsteps, but here in this passage it was all muffled, unreal.
My face was raw. I'd finally gotten all those goddamn tears in check, but everything felt so disconnected, so precariously balanced, the slightest breath of air could probably tip me over again.
Never mind it.
I shrugged hard with my good shoulder, adjusting my pack. Eyes ahea
Seeing, Feeling, ThinkingCassandra left me, all twisted metal;Seeing, Feeling, Thinking in Free Verse More Like This
a rime-rimmed touch, to shear the prints off fingers or
swell my eyes. I almost miss, these days, the way
she held my knees,
slid icicles down my throat, caressed my lungs. With careful sutures,
she has made her face
my owna stitch
for every year.
Listen: the sea returned our footprints once, back when the sun was gray.
In a dream, I wander; in a lightless day,
ailing. Her sickness rattles my bones. Many years ago she'd
thrust herself into my pulse like shrapnel, and with every
gentle twist and slow evisceration, every day I'd choke
and forget, she
And I waited for rain. Hush, I am
invalid, she said, and her hairline whispers crack my mirror like
cobwebs. I touch my splintered lips and think of seatbelts
and how many times you've seen her cry.
Dear, you've never believed in my refraction. Like some tapeworm
she's burrowed herself, laddered between my highest vertebrae. True,
yes. But you've not noticed when I retch her up, and do yo
A Cup for ElijahThe paled and ancient yellow linen is perfectly smooth, linelessstill warmed from the iron and the shaking care of her withered fingers. Ilsa smoothes down the fold and tucks the napkin gently under her fork, and then she shuffles off to check the oven and her lasagna.A Cup for Elijah in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Outside, the rain is settling over pavement and window in fine and downy curtains. The clatter it makes on her roof is a welcome sound. She smiles to herself. It will be good for her tomatoes. It's been so long since they had a good soak.
Hot pads, there they are. She pulls open the creaking oven door and lifts out the glass dish. It's from a box, this one. Heat and eat. She doesn't cook much these days. Too much work, and walking down to the fire station to bring her leftovers to the boys isn't as easy as it used to be. Her joints act up sometimes. Making such forays into an occasional thing was the better choice.
The lasagna is steaming and in the microwave her frozen peas have defrosted and bleep at her impatien
lingering, a sestinaPerhaps it’s nightmare sweat that wets my facelingering, a sestina in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or this fractured sunlight—somehow I wake
To bathe my brow with shaking fingertips
As the hall clock ticks onward towards noon.
I’ll scrub the bitter coffee from my teeth
And choke down hallowed pills for empty aid.
And this can keep my soul safe of your aid?
With sandalwood I’d fain anoint my face,
Sesame scent where you once laid your teeth.
I’ve seen enough of storms. The thunder’s wake
Exhausts my eyes; keep for yourself brash noon
The mist and dew have gentle fingertips.
This rusted tap beneath my fingertips
And spit-warm water, some unwitting aid;
Recalling eyes, and shining in the noon
And honesty once open in your face—
Damn memory. The times before you’d wake
And how I meant to mark you with my teeth.
The lies I kept there, trapped between my teeth
And truths pawed through by bruising fingertips—
But it’s best to forget. Best just to wake
And drink hot tea. Perhaps I
Oisinii.Oisin in Free Verse More Like This
Yesterday, the fog rose
and it beaded condensation on my steering wheel. I
shifted numbed fingers, peered. A morning breaking,
keeping me. Dawn settles on my bones these days;
the feel is like grit beneath my eyes. Sleepless,
sleepwalk. My chest is heavy. I lend myself to grace,
I know these roads.
A stag was standing in my marsh.
I lingered to watch him, we watched each other,
frost circles curling from nostrils, my thready pulse perhaps too loud.
I counted, six points. My hands were trembling
and he held himself;
he held his ground, held those stiff and sleek-slick muscles to quiver. Waiting, birdsong.
I could keep him from his water.
He could keep me from my day.
I broke and turned to drive.
Yesterday, the night fell
in soft grayed curtains, a downy sort of mist over these hills. I
shifted numbed fingers over the keys. The screen was flickering like the
candle in the corner, something
dripping from the wick. A smoky drag dug in my chest, husky fatigue.
Andra and the Plague DoctorThe air was wet and heavy and it stuck in her throat; she thought of the smell of rotting gardens and coughed until scarlet blood hung from her lips and stained the moss beneath her cheek. She couldn't groan, couldn't even voice the pain. And her body was too dry for crying. All Andra could do was lay crumpled, her very self fighting her with the sickness that tore through her insides like a lash, the last vestiges of her strength being fed to her twitching limbs for shaking and spasming.Andra and the Plague Doctor in Short Stories More Like This
There were ants crawling over her fingertips. Flies at her mouth, the corners of her eyes. She shifted her head, weakly, desperate to drive them off while she still had life in her, but the creatures were impatient. They swarmed back again. It wouldn't be long, now.
Andra thought of her mother, who wept as she pushed her out the door. Her father, gray and still on the bed and set to be burned. Master Thomas was dead in his home. Father Calton, huddled in his church and praying for mercy. The bells wer
i wish i could saylike a wet and beaded trickle of sap across my wrist: that's how I found outi wish i could say in Free Verse More Like This
that your child died, and I've never known you. photo by photo and
lines and poems, with every flick of a phrase my breath was stuttering, I'd seen it
before, I just hadn't know it was you and i'm sorry because your baby
my skin began to sting, my face. I wanted to pound my fists against the screen. I don't know
you but I love you, what happened, what happened, did she die before she woke
I don't want to hear her screaming.
and not younot younot your tears and saliva and the tacky blood under your nails, clawing out
your hair, thrashing, being held,
the keening wails breaking hollow like the tide on shores of linoleum flooring that smells like plastic
and dust and mildew, curling edges.
when you husband cried, were you silent to his soft shudders? it's funny how grief dulls the senses,
but I am a stranger and angry and it hurts, I want to take your hand. it's not fair.
months ago I saw the c
Niamhiii.Niamh in Free Verse More Like This
There was a wall theretile, plaster, sidingI was sitting in the bathtub with my knees at my chest and I
was watching water from the tap
Drip, spit onto my high-tops, the color of apple-candy and a receptionist's nails. There
was a wall there, with my ear pressed to it
The way the chainsaws and their thrashing noises hollered, the menlike they were bellowing at
me, through this wall between us, such a thin and paper thing. They were cutting down our tree.
(later, we counted its rings. maybe one-hundred-and-ten? The axis
is so huge and dark and soft like a rancid peach, surface layers sliding, slime)
With pauses came a dreadful silence, a stuttered breath
and the ground would shiver and bruise as another goliath limb
I couldn't cry, but I'd watch the water pooling
and the stripes of light along the floor.
There was blood on the leg of my jeans.
"rotten to the core"
is a cliché I think the world largely needs to forget;
Ligatures[see comments below for timeline information.]Ligatures in Short Stories More Like This
Hal knew there was trouble before he'd come within ten yards of it. After all, garish flickering lights and shouts spilling out of pub windows an hour before closing generally didn't bode well, in his mind.
The Knight heaved a little sigh and kept walking, footsteps crunching on the worn gravel path as he wound his way closer. Here he was, spending a rare sanctioned leave doing this, when taking a nice, restful sleep in a bed away from the fortress was really all he wanted from it
Ah, well. Buckling down a dark and weary grumble, he sprang up the three little steps, then reached out to haul open the door.
Instant chaos met his senses, the yelling and swearing and stomping of feet that could only indicate a nasty brawl. Blinking hard against the flare of torchlight, Hal shut the door behind himself, breathing in the fumes of smoke and sweat and stale bodies and alcohol, surveying the scene.
"C'mon, y'blasted coward, c'mon!
Der Herr der Ringe (leicht verkuerzte Version)Abends spät, da klopft es leise,Der Herr der Ringe (leicht verkuerzte Version) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gandalf war’s, der Graue Weise.
„Frodo, Lust auf einen kurzen Flug,
Auf Adlers Schwinge, schnell genug?“
„Warum soll ich heut Nacht denn fliegen,
Wo auch im Bett ich könnte liegen?“
„Um Saurons Ring schnell zu vernichten,
So spar’n wir uns gar viel Geschichten.“
So flogen sie zum Schicksalsberg,
Sahen weder Ork noch Zwerg,
Ließen dann den Ring reinplumpsen
Hörten laut des Berges Rumsen,
Danach, sie flogen wieder heim,
Welt retten kann so einfach sein.
Das MensaessenDas Mensaessen Tag für Tag,Das Mensaessen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ein Masochist, wer das gern mag.
Und dennoch drängen sich die Massen
An diesem Ort zum Essenfassen.
Ich reih mich in die Schlange ein,
So schlimm kann einmal doch nicht sein.
Das Menü eins, das klingt doch nett,
Ein „Schnitzel light“, fast ohne Fett.
Ich hole mir den Mittagsschmaus,
Er sieht ein wenig seltsam aus.
Die gelbe Pampe ist wohl Mais,
und das daneben war mal Reis.
Es wirkt schon etwas widerlich,
Jedoch was soll‘s, denk ich für mich,
Ich will dem nicht zu viel beimessen,
So setz ich mich, fang an zu essen.
Das Schnitzel, das ist lederzart,
Es ist selbst dem Besteck zu hart.
Der Rest, der schmeckt wie vorgekaut,
Vor jedem Bissen mir nun graut.
Jedoch der Hunger treibt es rein,
Dann Übelkeit, sie stellt sich ein
Noch einmal an dem Fleisch gerochen,
und schon wird alles ausgebrochen.
Ich bin kuriert, weil ich nun weiß,
Ich ess‘ nie wieder diesen … Scheiß
Liebe macht blindEdward heiß ich, bin Vampir,Liebe macht blind in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fledermaus und wildes Tier.
Dennoch schenkte sie mir Liebe,
Traute mir, trotz meiner Triebe.
Ohne Hirn und ohne Sinn
Gab sie sich mir gänzlich hin.
Tja, so hab‘ ich sie gebissen,
Venen blutig aufgerissen.
Jämmerlich ist sie verreckt,
Immerhin, sie hat geschmeckt.
TutziputzAlle Helden töten Drachen,Tutziputz in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Da ham' die Viecher nichts zu lachen.
Denn gegen einen echten Helden
Hat kaum ein Drache was zu melden.
Nur Tutziputz, der war voll Tücke,
Held um Held riss er in Stücke.
Folglich gab's ein Mordsgetöse,
Dabei war Tutzi gar nicht böse.
Doch alle Helden, dumm wie Brot,
Jagten nur ihn... und war'n bald tot.
Dann war'n die Helden ausradiert,
Die Menschheit somit angeschmiert.
Nun ungestört könn' böse Drachen
Aus Menschen kleine Häppchen machen.
So lerne Du aus diesen Strophen,
Mut ohne Hirn schafft Katastrophen.
Der geile BockToni will Marie verführen,Der geile Bock in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will die jungen Brüste spüren,
Faselt so von ew’ger Liebe,
Meint jedoch nur seine Triebe.
Tja, er tut, als sei er nett,
kriegt sie dennoch nicht ins Bett,
Gibt nicht auf, doch kommt nicht weiter,
Fensterlt so mit langer Leiter.
Hofhund Nero weggelockt,
Leiter ganz schnell aufgebockt,
Doch das Fenster dann verwechselt,
Wird er böse gar zerhexelt,
Als er in das Zimmer hüpft,
Und ins Bett des Bruders schlüpft.
Nichts wie weg, doch ungeniert,
Nero ihn durch Biss kastriert.
Daher hör‘, wer jung an Lenzen,
Geilheit hat meist Konsequenzen.
Ein kleines TierraetselIn diesem Rätsel suchet IhrEin kleines Tierraetsel in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ein knuffig kleines Nagetier.
Das Fell ist rötlich und voll Glanz,
Und buschig lang der Wuschelschwanz.
Es klettert schnell, doch ohne Hast,
Dann springt es weit von Ast zu Ast.
Die Eichel ist wie auch die Nuss
Des Tierchens größter Hochgenuss,
Im Herbst dann hüpft es äußerst munter,
Versteckt die Nahrung für den Winter.
Das Tierchen ist jedoch nicht klug
Vergisst, wo es die Nuss vergrub
Verloren hopst es nun umher,
Und findet das Versteck nicht mehr.
Stattdessen dann ins Vogelhaus,
Es hüpft hinein, der Schwanz guckt raus.
Und wenn es dann gefressen hat,
Schläft es Im winter rund und satt.
RuhrpottEs war recht früh für ein Abendessen, aber nach diesem langen Tag hatten wir beide Hunger. Wir suchten uns einen schönen Tisch in einem ruhigen Eck, stellten die schweren Einkaufstüten auf die Bank gegenüber und machten es uns bequem. Es war mein Lieblingsrestaurant, sehr qualitätsbewusst und geschmacklich absolut einmalig in der ganzen Stadt. Aber ich wusste, dass es dennoch nichts für Daniela war.Ruhrpott in Short Stories More Like This
Das begann schon bei der Einrichtung und dem Design. Ich mochte ja diesen postmodernen Stil, in dem sich nicht nur der distinguierte Anzugträger, sondern auch der gemeine und gelegentlich sogar recht simpel gestrickte Mensch aus der umliegenden Nachbarschaft wohlfühlen sollte. Eine tiefschwarze Rabenfeder stand in einer kleinen Vase auf dem Tisch. Eine einfache, aber nette Idee. Daniela jedoch, mit ihrer Vorliebe für Kerzenscheinromantik, hätte ich heute Abend eigentlich lieber woanders hin ausgeführt. Es sollte doch ihr Tag sein.
Buchrezension: Bittersuesses VermaechtnisName des Autors: C. R. ForsterBuchrezension: Bittersuesses Vermaechtnis in Historical More Like This
Titel des Buches: Bittersüßes Vermächtnis
Verlag: Butze Verlag
Irland des frühen 19. Jahrhunderts: Die junge und lebenshungrige Adlige Rhona McLeod wird von ihren Eltern beim Liebesspiel mit ihrer Zofe Sofie überrascht.
Besonders hart trifft es daraufhin die unglückliche Bedienstete, die hochkant aus dem Haushalt der Mc Leods geworfen wird. Ohne Chance, jemals wieder eine ehrbare Anstellung zu erhalten, hat sie keine Wahl, als sich in die Abhängigkeit ihres einzigen noch lebenden Verwandten zu begeben. Dieser jedoch verfolgt ein finsteres Intrigenspiel.
Rhona hingegen wird zur Umerziehung in den Haushalt ihres Onkels, eines Pastors, verbannt. Aber anstatt dort zu Anstand und Moral zurückzufinden, lernt sie die ebenso weltgewandte wie auch geheimnisvolle Countess O’Callahan kennen. Doch dann erfährt sie, wen ihre Eltern
Reds and GreysEdit: fixed the textReds and Greys in Settings More Like This
Presenting another one of The Angst Guy's ideas. He proposed a sort of reverse watchmen where the soviets in the late 50s essentially get a present from the greys and advance past the capitalist west. Of course, he didn't go into detail so this is pretty much all me.
No map for this, since it'd look too similar to my 'JFK lives, everything goes to shit' map with a... rather larger communist world than OTL combined with the Amerika map by Quantumbranching. There might be a map someday but don't hold your breath.
Evolution of sapience is unlikely. Civilization is even more unlikely. A civilization getting through the dangers of industrializaiton long enough to become a starfaring civilization, much less one that's had over 100 millenia of rises and falls to come up with the notion of sending robotic ramscoop probes to re-synch fallen worlds is even more unlikely. Therefore, the odds of a ramscoop pinnacle landing in Sibe
Shining StarAlright, here's the supernova scenario which caused so much writer's block the first time I actually wrote it. I guess it was too emo for me.Shining Star in Settings More Like This
The Angst Guy, a prominent contributor to the Daria fandom has offered a few shared world ideas and I've already done a few. One such idea of his is"Shining Star", a world where Van Maanen's star explodes, causing IMPENDING DOOM, the details of which are lovingly described on his website at: www.theangstguy.com/supernova/shiningstar.html
A malicious alien recieves a call from AT&T in the early 70s and decides to Make an Example of the humans for inventing the call center. After a brief stop at Maggott's Siege Force rental to purchase some moon-cracker missiles he blows up Van Maanen's star.
26 years later, the lethal radiation hits on August 18, 1996 at 5:42 PM. The first sign of the doom is anomalous radiation readings from orbital probes followed by losing contact with the satellites. The few NASA employees with actual science backgrounds or ha
After the man with the iron heartAlright, here is a short adaptation continuing the story from Harry Turtledove's "The man with the iron heart" to the present. The gist of Turtledove's work is that Heydrich survives and turns the werewolves into a terrorist group.After the man with the iron heart in Settings More Like This
The terrorism problem of postwar germany leads to... drastic measures being implemented. Germany's heavy industry is stripped and the allied zones are reshuffled into new administrative areas. There are large numbers of Germans starving to death or freezing under the industrial blockade.
Despite the cooperativeness of the locals, similar measures are implemented on the other former Axis states of Japan and Italy. Japan while not broken up sees it's industry removed. Italy is broken up into a few smaller administrative areas. The winters of 1945, 1946, 1947 and 1948 are harsh with large numbers of people starving, freezing or being shot for causing trouble. Those Italians or Germans who can find new homes elsewhere do so. The active destruction of industry in
Russia does the first moon landingAnother change of plans here, so here's a lighter piece. Just because I don't do enough worlds with semi-positive outcomes, here's something for the space fans.Russia does the first moon landing in Settings More Like This
The divergence from our world is simple; somewhere along the line, Stalin has a few less engineers and a few more coal miners purged. There are no Heroes of Science among the saved workers, but there is simple competence. Enough competence, in fact to partially compensate for America's advantage of having german scientists. At first, the divergences are minimal; a month shaved off of Sputnik, etc but they build up over time.
This culminates in 1967, when Premier Brezhnev announces to the world that the Soviet Union will now launch a man on the moon by the end of the year. This is dismissed as propaganda by most, which just makes the world even more shocked when the first grainy black and white footage of Soviet astronauts walking on the moon reaches earth. In order to accomplish the misison, the Soviet Space program rapidly cob
John Kerry wins in 2004Here's a world where Kerry won back in 2004.John Kerry wins in 2004 in Settings More Like This
Viewers may note that this is here on my DA instead of "Spacenixon", but that's been held back to be released as part of another set of world descriptions. If you really liked spacenixon, just go to my thread on CF.net to see it.
Essentially, a Kerry Victory in 2004 is much like our world's first Obama administration -- as in the main changes are that Kerry is less publicly embarassing than Bush but follows much of the same policies. Kerry's wooden visage at least goes over better than Dubya's emotionalist bumbling.
Katrina is as much of a disaster as OTL, with the sole difference that the presidential administration isn't blamed and there's more blame on the local level -- Haley Barbour and Ray Nagin don't get reelected.
Kerry's decision to just keep a status quo and not lower interests rates even more triggered a recession in 2005, and a second if smaller than OTL crash in late 2006. Of course, with a president who isn't as embarassing the
No IsraelHere's a short piece about a world where Zionism failed to 'gel'. Unlike some of my other worlds which were initially promised to be short and expanded, this will actually be a shorter piece for once.No Israel in Settings More Like This
The divergence is sometime in the '20s or '30s where the British decide to clamp down on Jewish settlement in Palestine before it gets above 15-20% of the population. As a result, the zionist movement is unable to generate a sustaining push for immigration. Palestine gets independence in 1936 as a dominion, with some oft-violated clauses about religious tolerance.
The second world war happens much as in our world. Afterwards, the floating population of jewish refugees displaced by the war scatters to the four winds. South Africa, Argentina and generally anywhere willing to take at least a few immigrants/refugees at the time accepts them. Palestine gets a few, but at most they push it up to 25% of the population.
As in our world, there is of course a cold war. This mostly follows our world
Earlier AIDSBecause you may have thought I had gone soft here's a scenario 'inspired' by one Tak Loufer did on soc.history.what-if a decade ago. I've kept much of his original derangement and expanded with my own.Earlier AIDS in Settings More Like This
The divergence for this one is the AIDS virus starting to spread in a big way 15 years earlier than OTL. The knockon effects from this are nanturally unpleasant for all concerned. Thanks to mishaps involving villagers eating a bad dish of tasty monkey-brains in the 1940s. the timetable for HIV's getting to the point where it breaks out of a small patch of jungle and into the wider world is sped up about 15 years.
AIDS appears in western nations among gay people and Haitians in 1962, it slowly picks up notice with both a virus and etiology are in hand by 1970 and the CDC releases a detailed report about it in 1971 that gets picked up by the media. Meanwhile, in the eastern bloc, soviet and chinese advisors bring back... something
The Street psychic was rightAs requested by Stalin Malone here's a short little piece a world where Peter Serraino, the street psychic's predictions for the 1990s and the 2000s turned out correct. A few liberties with timing have been made for the purposes of making it more divergent. The vagueness of his predictions gives me all the justification I need to expand on or alter.The Street psychic was right in Settings More Like This
The first departure from real history comes when the United States stumbles into an Iraq war in 1998, after a series of incidents in the no-fly zone, falling exactly in line with his vague predictions of a second war in Iraq. Various groups of islamic extremists put plans of hitting landmarks in NYC and Washington aside in favor of trying to remove American soldiers by force. Bin Laden dies one agonizing week after his dialysis machine is destroyed by US marines during a bombing run in late 1999.
The fact that NATO is a bit busy in Iraq led to yugoslavia having a bit more legitimacy and Serbia-Montenegro still stands as a loose confederatio
magneetMy hart verlag namagneet in Free Verse More Like This
die sagte geloer van jou
woorde om elke kurve
van my wang
my hande roep na
die growwe fluister van
jou oe" op elke vinger
My arms soeek na
die gladde gevoel van
jou stem onder elke
spier van my lyf
my verstand klou aan
die (growwe) gevoele van jou oe"
as jou (gladde) stem die
(sagte) woorde fluister
teen my wang
op my finger punte
aan my lyf
die kalk ligdie kalklig val oor my gesig en die die hitte stroom in op my lee siel. die grimering- 'n drie uur proses bly stewig sit. en ek begin al vinniger asem haal. my kostuum voel lig en mooi asof ek die pragtigste mens op die aarde is- 'n engel van die verhoog... die musiek begin en die ritme vat my heen.die kalk lig in Free Verse More Like This
ek maak my oe toe. ek word iemand anders. iemand van 'n droom wereld wat my nie ken nie. maar ek ken haar al te goed. ek weet hoe sy haar koffie drink- haar gusteling kleur... wat sy na werk doen en haar drome. ek weet wie sy binne is en ek weet hoe sy oor sake voel.
ek kan niemand seer maak nie en niemand kan na aan my kom nie! my woorde beheer jou... jy wil dit dalk nie glo nie maar daai traan oor jou wang is daar oor ek hom daar wil he... jy voel dalk nou anders oor 'n saak want ek het jou gedagtes so gedra. jy voel met my - altans jy dink dis ek...
jy hoor dalk my stem, jy sien dalk my gesig, voel my oe op jou.... maar my sal jy nooit ken nie want ek is die onbekende. 'n kleur potlood v
wat bly is die woordeSoos U alleen was, is ek allen,wat bly is die woorde in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deur Judas veraai
Lojaliteid is net 'n woord
Soos verskonings soos moord
Soos U veraai was, is ek veraai
Deur getroue vriende
Liefde is ook tog net 'n woord
Soos erkennings soos jamer
Soos U kalm was is ek kwaad
Deur 'n woede in my sukkel ek om te vergewe
Verstandigheid is mos net 'n word
Soos redes, soos anvaaring
Soos U vertrou het, so twyfel ek
Deur Judas veraai
Alles is net woorde
Altyd kom daar net woorde
harthart in Free Verse More Like This
daar is i hart
oopgebloei: vol lemme
woorde soos "nooit weer"
vlek die seer als was reg,
als was goed
nou is dit net vermink
die hart le in vrees!
die tweede aanval gaan kom...
haat met die kern van liefde
maak mos die seerste
mismoedig angstig aleen uitgebrand,
geabdikeer van liefde
in kringe verdwaal
jou oe het altyd geblink
toe moes die tyd mos alles sink
vir die aande bly ek lewe!
die pyn word altyd geskrewe
onder verlore stede
battles and wars ---
alles verniet die
hart van verdriet
klitsAlles is deurmekaar.klits in Free Verse More Like This
Soos 'n melkskomel wat nie wil meng ni.
Alles het bedaar...
Die skuim was daar.
Maar toe kom daai elektriese klitsmasjien om alles van voor deurmekaar te gooi.
Als was ok... Nou?
Nou woner ek maar net...
Wie presies is ek?
what he is to mejy is vir my die sagte gefluister van koffie in die oggendewhat he is to me in Free Verse More Like This
die aangename wakker word sensasie
as ek na jou kyk begin my sintuie nuwe dieeptes find
'n hardklop raak loop wat net uit skreeu na aanraking
'n gevoel wat ek nie geweet het ek het in my nie
jy het die glas muur gekraak oor die skertsende stukke geklim
nader gekom en my gesien vir wat ek is.
besef die ander was net 'n illusie om ander weg te hou
besef dat ek weg kruip weg kruip vir seer kry
weg kruip vir heel raak
ek reken ek het net verkeerd geredeneer want die manier hoe ek gevoel het was:
as ek reeds stukkend is, ek myself net weer gaan spaar van weer stukken d raak
maar in jou hande voel ek veilig
soos 'n prospekteerder 'n diamant vas hou
so voel ek in jou arms
en waneer jy vir my kyk- laat ek nie eers begin nie
daai oogies op my gesig
wat loer soos 'n klein seuntjie wat vir die eerste keer iets stouts gedoen het
in daai manier weet ek
dit is jy vir wie my hart smelt. en vir wie ek intsettend lief het...
inkink kruip kruppel uit die kraan van my kaakink in Typographical More Like This
konsant kortaf en koud
klim die kaal woorde uit
die klik klik klik van my pen en die kraak kraak kraak van
hoekom skuil die kalmte van my???
koue rillings, knersende tanne, krom hande.
kom kwes die swart?!
kruppel kruppel kruppel
kruip ek uit die kraan van my kaak
Kindness's Reward Chapter 4Chapter 4Kindness's Reward Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, Fluttershy and Trixie shared a breakfast of oatmeal again. Trixie found it easier to get around and ate almost an entire bowlful. She realized most of her original wounds were healing nicely, and while her side was tender it wasn't painful to move, usually.
"The others will want to know you're up." Fluttershy said. Trixie glanced down at the floor.
"Will they really care?"
"They're my friends too." Fluttershy responded. Trixie nodded, understanding what she meant.
"Shall we... go out?" Trixie asked. Fluttershy paused.
"Are you...are you sure? They could come..."
"Trixie has healed excellently under such adept care." she smiled at Fluttershy, who blushed slightly in response. "Besides," Trixie said softly, "she promises not to exert herself. She doesn't want to spend a single day more bedridden."
"Okay. A day out would be...nice." Fluttershy smiled. Trixie nodded and waited as Fluttershy cleaned up breakfast. They made their way to the door. That same rabbit
Kindness's Reward Chapter 3Chapter 3Kindness's Reward Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trixie made her way down the stairs unsteadily the next morning, feeling rested but hungry. She realized as she walked down that she was being watched. Looking around, she found a white rabbit standing on a small end table, glaring at her. It made her feel unwelcome, but Trixie just glared back at it.
"Do not mess with Trixie, rabbit, or she may make you part of her next routine."
The rabbit did not look amused. A noise distracted her, and Trixie looked up to realize the birdhouses hanging from the ceiling were occupied, small sparrows talking to one another from their houses.
"What kind of house is this?" Trixie just stared on. Another bird emerged from a larger house. It was a robin that began to whistle a tune. To Trixie's surprise, a silky voice sang back, wordlessly, in perfect key.
"Good morning- oh, Trixie!" Fluttershy entered the room from the kitchen. Trixie realized she had a light blush on her face and immediately scolded herself. Why was she blushing?
Kindness's Reward Chapter 5Chapter 5Kindness's Reward Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trixie found the days passed by quickly and peacefully from there. She began to develop a routine. By the time she awoke Fluttershy was making breakfast, typically oatmeal, a warm and filing meal that started the day right. Trixie would take her mornings easy, still recuperating. She had gotten her books back from Twilight, and would review them, often in the garden if the weather held. She would then usually accompany Fluttershy into town in the afternoon, having lunch with her or just taking the chance to stretch her legs. She began to fill out little by little, her coat gleamed once more, and she regained her former energy. Only one thing stood between her and true health. That was why, nearly a week since her first visit, Trixie found herself in the Ponyville library again, Twilight Sparkle staring at her.
"Absolutely no magic?"
"None at all." Trixie shook her head. Twilight frowned.
"What happens if you try?"
Trixie shuddered. "Nausea. Trixie would rather leave it at tha
Kindness's Reward Chapter 2Chapter 2Kindness's Reward Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trixie awoke slowly, feeling an odd peace about her that she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Her entire body tingled pleasantly, her muscles were entirely relaxed, and she found a smile on her face. She stretched a little and opened her eyes.
Almost immediately her mood fouled. There was less light than last time, but she could still make out the same yellow ceiling as before. She quickly remembered where she was and why. That pegasus, she had... tricked Trixie. Tricked her into accepting food and aid, Trixie realized. She wasn't sure what exactly the pegasus had done wrong. But the indignity of it infuriated her.
Trixie looked herself over and gasped slightly. Her body was more bandages than not, her legs entirely covered and several pads held to her sides with medical tape. She realized her muscles were relaxed thank to several damp clothes placed around her shoulders and hips. She shook them off and immediately regretted it, yelping as her bandages rubbed and made her aw
Kindness's Reward Chapter 6Chapter 6Kindness's Reward Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trixie groaned and stretched as she woke up. Her legs felt like lead. Opening her eyes revealed a familiar ceiling. It was the middle of the night, a half moon providing only just enough light to see by. Trixie wondered if she could go more than a week without passing out anytime soon. She glanced up as if to see her own forehead, and focused for a moment. Sure enough, a pale blue light emanated from her horn.
"Hah hah!" she shouted in excitement. A murmur caught her attention. She looked over and found Fluttershy asleep on her stool, just like a week ago. Trixie smiled and chuckled. She gazed on at Fluttershy for a moment, before a small part of her reminded her of her situation. Her smile turned into a deep frown. She forced herself out of bed on the far side from Fluttershy.
"I've taken enough from you." Trixie whispered. Her horn continued to glow as she enveloped Fluttershy in a magical aura. She gently lifted Fluttershy from her seat and pulled back the covers. She slid
Kindness's Reward Chapter 1Chapter 1Kindness's Reward Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"There you go, Mr. Badger. You make sure you stay off that paw now." Fluttershy told the small critter in front of her, one hoof holding up a bandaged paw while the other carefully stroked it's back. The badger gave a grumpy growl in response.
"Now now, it was her vegetable garden after all. If you're ever hungry, come see me, okay?" Fluttershy responded, patient as ever. She gave the badger back his paw and the creature wandered off. Fluttershy smiled and looked around. Today was just a perfect day in her mind. The sun had warmed the hill she sat on, making it all the more comfortable as she tended to the creatures that came to her for aid. She preferred to tend to them in her hut, where she could thoroughly clean and care for any wound or problem, but many wild animals weren't all that comfortable indoors, and she did her best to accommodate them.
However, her next visitor was no small critter. A cloaked figure emerged from the Everfree forest, turning to Fluttershy once sh
When God Saw Me"When God Saw MeWhen God Saw Me" in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When God saw me hiding from my insecurities and pains,
He came down from heaven, lift me up and said,
Follow me, and I will give you rest
When God saw me in my lonesome state, fearful and confused.
He sat beside me and whispered the words,
I will never leave you nor forsake you
When God heard me crying in the wilderness, feeling unimportant.
He embraced me with his arms and said,
You are valuable to me, I died for you and I love you
When God saw me, I am at my worst.
Yet He didnt hesitate to save and love me.
He cared for me and now Im His.
And my best I will give Him..
wat bly is die woordeSoos U alleen was, is ek allen,wat bly is die woorde in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deur Judas veraai
Lojaliteid is net 'n woord
Soos verskonings soos moord
Soos U veraai was, is ek veraai
Deur getroue vriende
Liefde is ook tog net 'n woord
Soos erkennings soos jamer
Soos U kalm was is ek kwaad
Deur 'n woede in my sukkel ek om te vergewe
Verstandigheid is mos net 'n word
Soos redes, soos anvaaring
Soos U vertrou het, so twyfel ek
Deur Judas veraai
Alles is net woorde
Altyd kom daar net woorde
Did you forsake me?Did You forsake me?Did you forsake me? in Free Verse More Like This
did You leave me to rot?
no, it was me,
I left You behind,
I forgot you.
Because of that, i have to pay the price,
death - for all eternity
but You didnt forsake me,
You died for me.
I don't have to die,
you did that for me
I have been wiped cleanby your blood,
the crimson that ran through your veins
washed away my steins
Name-I weep I weepName-I weep in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I weep not for myself.
I weep for the child,
the little girl inside the dark prison.
Away from light and love she is locked.
Silent tears fall as she crys in silence.
Hundreds around,yet no sob falls on their ear.
The weeping child seen by all,yet not seen.
Away they hurry to busy to take notice,
of what is she their busness.
Alone in silence the child weeps.
In shadows afar,I stand and weep for her.
Obliviouse,hundreds scurry by.
I weep for her, all black and blue.
High collars and long sleeves she wears.
she wears to hide her shame,
unknown to her the shame is not hers,
yet belongs to one she loves.
Children see and ask,
she knows not what to say.
the back she sits,
in corners she stands,
seeing them laugh and play,
inside she is dying to join their fun,
yet she knows not how,
having never known love.
The child is a problem teachers say,
as she acts out,acts out for help,
yet no one nor her knows why.