AlicexHatter Surprise Kiriban "It's--" he began, but faltered, and then words failed him. But only temporarily. "It's beyond what I am willing to tolerate, which on any given day is quite a great deal, but here and now, I am telling you, this goes beyond the pale and I absolutely will not stand for it."AlicexHatter Surprise Kiriban in Short Stories More Like This
And with that, the Hatter crossed his arms over his lurid mustard-yellow coat with the suede elbow patches and proceeded to silently blow a large stream of bubbles from the bowl of the great curved pipe jutting forth from his mouth, that mouth that usually was sipping tea whilst telling Alice all the latest trends in hatware for dogs or somesuch thing she didn't know what.
The dinner was ended and they were gathered silently and not without awkwardness in the drawing room, where the doors were conspicuously shut up tight and someone was sitting before the fire. Generally, the conversation turned around the man.
These things are certainties He couldn't remember exactly when it had been, but she'd slit his throat one sunny afternoon, and he hadn't really forgotten that part; the image had stuck with him. The way she had held the knife at such a kind angle, so gently between her delicate white fingers, and poured the tea for him at the same time. The blade had slid along under his jaw, ripping through the flesh and into his jugular so gracefully and it had just felt like a nick, just the slightest sting, but it severed the vein and there was no putting that back together.These things are certainties in Short Stories More Like This
The red arc had pitched forth, hit the white tablecloth, blood falling quietly in a wet pattern, droplets staining the sugar in the bowl, and neither of them had turned or acknowledged it. Her arm was covered in it, hot steaming blood making a web that was bright and dark at the same time over her, and she smiled politely and asked if he wanted sugar or lemon. He bled out right there, collapsed on the
AlicexHatter Short Story 4 "I should like to meet her someday," said Alice calmly with an air of nostalgia. He was momentarily taken offguard, and there was an odd pause while his new wife stood to gaze at him steadily.AlicexHatter Short Story 4 in Short Stories More Like This
"—er, who?" They had not been speaking of anyone, and he was thrown off at this interruption of what he was trying to tell her. He hadn't really wanted this conversation, but felt a slight obligation to at least try, in that roundabout way, to explain things to her.
"This mythical woman you speak of." He did not reply to this. "A pale, mincing little creature, with stars in her eyes and naught but pure innocence in her heart, going through the world viewing man as some great distant hero come to save her when she's out walking too far, overly critical, forever shrilly correcting other people's manners, who thinks
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 22The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of the fool is in the house of mirth.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 22 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alice stayed in the hayloft, and days passed in methodical succession, as they are wont to do. However, there were three in particular, right up at the end, that counted more than the others. On the first of these, the cows had been well pleased to see so much of her, and amused, even flattered, at her putting up among them.
"Do you know anything about the Idle Place?" Alice was sitting on a hay ottoman, pulling chunks of cheese off a wheel the size of her hand. The cow closest to her talked over her cud, a bit of chaff poking out from her lip. This one was her favorite, the eldest of the herd and least silly in the head, given though she was to trills of exasperation at the antics of her yo
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 20It is important to realize that any lock can be picked with a big enough hammer.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
Alice remembered well the words by which she had parted with the Queen of Hearts, and was currently trying her best not to go into spasms from the effort exerted in keeping her face still and brave. It had been easy enough to call her a fatuous old thing when the end of a corridor was in sight, but here stood the old girl, Amazonian and corpulent as ever, and she was reluctant to remind the Queen of that heady day with thoughtlessness. It was an awkward situation, with the woman making circular strides about her, giv
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 13.2Read 13.1 first! This is the second half because dA doesn't allow long chapters to be posted. Sorry for the inconvenience.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 13.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If you see Alice in your mind's eye, flying down the low-angled front staircase of the villa, her skirts blown out from behind her in a long train, running steps rhythmic, her form gracefully urgent, her expression anxious and sober, the comparison between her and a princess whose time at the ball has run out ends when Alice's court shoes reached the gravel drive. She awoke then, and turning, saw the place lit with a strange haze; was it the foggy mist in the air, or was the house on fire? There was a fantastic crash, and the lights flickered once, the chandelier having been felled at last. The Hatter had reached one of the lit torches, and she could see him making wide gestures and heard him. Talking to himself.
Got to go back
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 10Part of being sane is being a little bit crazy.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
... as contextually, the beast had no known natural environment, nor do Nightmare Anthropologists have the benefit of understanding the horrific monster's motivations, as no one had come close to staring into the gaping maw of the stomach-churning double fangs and blood-red eyesockets, within which the black seas of infinity eructed gray anticlockwise cyclones of abject misery, that is until came a young man with a destructive instrument we colloquially know as a--
Alice set the book down again with a sigh. She had read the same story over and over, and every book went back to the poem about the boy who slew the Jabberwock, snicker-snack. There was an undetailed relief in the general consensus that the damnable thing was long dead, and yet she could not get off the subject. Every geographic tome, ev
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 9But Terry and Julie cross over the riverSunny Disposish - Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Where they feel safe and sound
And they dont need no friends
As long as they gaze on Waterloo Sunset
They are in paradise
Waterloo Sunset, The Kinks
It was far too hot.
For some time the sun had come to rest in the skies over the Wonderland, and temperatures she had expected near tea were expressing themselves with precision at dawn, or even before. As if standing before the intense key of an oven in July, Alice was beginning to wonder if it were summer year round in this strange new world.
It could have been a sponge for her brow, the singular fringe springing from where she had pinned it, a few tendrils sticking to her in such a reminiscence of childhood sickness. Alice frowned and
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 3The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.
It happens in life that some things really must be considered more than others. It must be considered that Alice felt strange in a new place, and that she felt mixed twinges of doubt and excitement over travel. She did not know what was coming, but the darkening leaves in the cloistered front lawn gave her pause to recognize an air of duality about the place, of dreadful seclusion and delicious closeness. It must be considered that the March Hare was not well in his compact head and believed that the people at the other edge of his table were in league to make Rabbit Coq au Vin for the evening, when truly they only desired to play Baccarat but were unable to
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 26Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail?Sunny Disposish - Chapter 26 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun
"Genius of Love," Tom Tom Club
They both listened to the clacking rails. The strumming tempo was off a hair, as though the car at the fore of this one was overloaded too much to the right. Alice could just see his outline, there on his back staring upward from among the hay. She couldn't sleep, she was far too awake, every little thing a distraction, and so instead pulled very hard on the door to get it to open just a little, and the girl watched the stars come and go from among the vaporous clouds. But they were cold and very far away despite glittering so prettily, and she swayed back over to the haystack as the car sank into a curve. Unfolding the cloth from her pocket and crumbling bits of cheese blindly, she lowered her voice to mask the awkwardness,
hollowfalling in lovehollow in Free Verse More Like This
is like plucking ribs, and
each time you've fallen
you're another bone closer
to cardiac arrest
4/3/14your words4/3/14 in Free Verse More Like This
and as endearing as
the silence after
nails on a chalkboard
and the voice
that only speaks
when you’re in bed.
your chest rises
like the snapping
of belts on skin,
your lungs compressing
like crushed soda cans——
and it sounds of red
a turning carousel,
like a multitude
to the edge
where they cling
you are no
you are as caged
as a bedframe
of dry bones
that falls over
and your knees
as sturdy and
as abiding as
burn boythere was this boy in the ninth grade that used to call me uglyburn boy in Free Verse More Like This
but all i can really remember is how he wore long sleeves under his t-shirts
and how i didn't understand why, but something was wrong about him
like he held himself wrong under all those fabrics
like a puppet with loose strings. and i can't
understand why, but when this boy's arms moved a little too much
and i saw what was on his wrists just before he tied his strings again
i only heard what my grandma used to say about how
those devils that bother you on the playground can't burn you
like they can burn themselves.
if these devils had mouths
those burns were kisses.
why time isn't timeless, but love is.i still remember when we were five years oldwhy time isn't timeless, but love is. in Free Verse More Like This
and would hide in the grass until dusk,
where we would tell stories under the hum
of the crickets and the sound of the creek,
where he told stories about his mother when
she was sixteen and alone with some boy
when she moved to italy, where he said they had
the best food and the best lights and the best buildings
but only when it was dark inside,
and he would only wither when he would look to the sky
welling over the sun, a golden mess: yet-
i remember when we were in middle school
and we would sit on his old rug and play video games
until five in the morning, ignoring the clutter
of his room, where he threw dirty clothes and books
and homeroom whispers in a slow disarray,
where sometimes we would pause and watch
some kind of old black and white movie and
the girl would scream and we would laugh,
and sometimes he would pause again
and talk: if-
and i say
we'll never know cause they say sex
is like cutting your fingertips off
but with more sw
but love hurts.sometimes there are such things as friendsbut love hurts. in Free Verse More Like This
who say they would rather rip their own heart out
than watch you rip out yours, and he kind of
and he was looking at him right now, his hands
in the pockets of his jeans tied like knots, his eyes
open but closed slightly like he was struggling
to look at him, and he looks like he wants to tell him
everything, and probably does have an entire novel in his head,
but he only says, "stop."
but he tells him he wants to stop
but he can't, but god he wants to stop,
but he can't:
"sometimes, i lie in bed with nothing on but
an old pair of sweat pants and i can still
feel her on my skin"---
and he breathes again, and it feels like
his eyes staring back are clenching at his insides,
the corneas like talons, but he opens his mouth
and it feels like he's choking instead---
"sometimes, i breathe but i can't think of
my own breath."---
and suddenly, he is with
the smell of lavender
on the ripple of ocean-sheets, and something
general romancemy spine is what's softgeneral romance in Free Verse More Like This
and hands are the cold
being under my skin
lips are the
the vacant ears,
and even though
rain does not come
every season, fingers
are the pattering
to my skin
how to: be unbreakableif there were such thing as you and ihow to: be unbreakable in Free Verse More Like This
we would be just like those stupid kids
we would hear about on tv, complete with the abhor
of moving bodies to breaths and the sweet
smoke of voices to the back of our necks
saying breathe, breathe,
and tonight you would have been that girl
who took that place between my neck, my shoulders and spine
and spoke with words fitting to the best shakespeare, plato
and socrates, your nails scratching down the bones in my back,
your lips tight, raw, and kissed almost skinless whispering:
breathe, breathe, breathe,
and i would have died under your grip young,
not a figment of what i once was,
and under the gasp stolen from my own grip
you will tell me about those kinds of days when
we were fifteen, under the type of moonshine
you would only get when you were fifteen,
where we would sit by the lake for hours,
our skin a wrinkled mess under the water,
the moon drowning in the ripples of the dock-
kissing the bride of your shoulders, the crown
of your neck und
snapped."you willsnapped. in Free Verse More Like This
be my books
open on my bed
with freckled words
bound to your
with stories tucked
into the chapped areas
of your lips, open
your spine crooked
holding your body
to a collection
of sodden bones, like
the soggy pages
of all the stories
you once told me
in the nights so dark
we couldn't read,
above the beating
of the paper and ink
in your chest
where you said
the thing about
what you see
and feel and be
does not have
and the best part
is the stories
will be there
into the pages of
in the end, we will always burn.sometimes i wonder what is it likein the end, we will always burn. in Free Verse More Like This
to be close to things that aren't
meant to be close.
i imagine things with straps at the collar bones, worded at the releasing snap-
cages under shirts a thrashing mess pounding against my temple
alive only when there is hunger playing in our ears so loud
all you can hear is the verbal silence of bone on bone.
SOMETIMES, i imagine it speaks a crescendo of exploding monotones
over leather and the darkness a facade over of our skin:
thighs swollen into what i think is a golden spine under my fingertips,
a strange voice filled with murmurations coming through the black
ready to fill the pregnant silence of friday nights
tucked into reverberating cars in an impending snow-
fingers an absolute touch, burning the coldest of skin,
goose bumps rising into a medley
and sometimes, this voice can say things besides dumb, resounding word vomit
and lies, the reflex of meaningless names and places between our skin and bones,
and it speaks tones of condo
shelf-lifebefore you:shelf-life in Free Verse More Like This
i love you like i love those nights
where it's cool but still too warm
to leave the covers on
when you sleep,
and you can't sleep
over the sound of
black and white re-runs
you leave on your TV,
like little people
rattling in your brain
when you close your eyes,
so you open them
to see this woman with short
curly blonde hair, with porcelain skin
the color of china in moonlight,
her eyes the kind of eyes
that look like liquid glass,
riding high on her thighs,
showing just enough skin where
it's not her
that reminds me of you,
but the way she sleeps
when she knows i'm awake,
but the way her skin
brushes mine like the contours
of a shadow, her fingers cold
and clammy like autumn leaves,
but the way her eyes look at me
like they're not glass, but i am
and her lips-- her thighs
open like books--
--but i cannot say
and i crumble my words
and let them fall to the floor
before the watchful eyes
of your bed.
i will only wake
Love Will Find YouLove Will Find You in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
true love will find you
lifting you to the heavens
barely touching down
Tanka Series 71.Tanka Series 7 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
after a drag
on his cigarette
he starts to talk
asking what he thinks
my little brother explains
how to catch
that I'm alone-
a frost patch
from Buddha's eye
it can't be helped-
my dinner money
in the beggar's hand
the street choir-
in a naked willow
each passing year
more like Mom-
in parade lights
first January rain
a hawk works
today, I contemplate
Tanka Series 31.Tanka Series 3 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and two siblings-
my travel copy
of the Tao
the barrel cactus-
love is like that too, she says
all nurture and sacrifice
mayflies at dusk-
Girl from Ipanema
the Zen garden
taken by rain-
again, I curse myself
in the midday sun-
is also mine
in the throat
of a single
DaybreakIf I kept talking about love, a hundred new combinings would happen, and still I would not say the mystery.Daybreak in Other More Like This
I am in the wind
am under a pink sky
They say all paths lead to Rome
but I am on the dusty road of Marrakesh
I and you
Sky blue you
Mounted against the pyramid of Khufu
a supernatural face
in the vast desert
Serenity and symmetry
a strange juxtaposition
Bagging a tiger has changed meaning.
If there is fighting in the air
we hear none.
This is a song far more ancient.
My lips seek moisture to speak
Are you the sun back lighting the stars?
There is a moment just before you push off the lip.
Eighteen inches between our empire garb
That is for you to fathom
With that you smile
Look for me in the forest of cranes,
where knowing leads to unknowing and back
Tanka Series 61.Tanka Series 6 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an old rumor...
in the sugar bag
of the summer crickets-
at the love names
we trade in bed
my wheat crusts
for the birds-
the best I can do
not black enough
to fit in...
a stray dog
as if waiting
to notice her-
must be wifeless
on the front step
nodding to a song
I never liked?
Senryu Series 51.Senryu Series 5 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
from taking out the trash-
she dumps him
at the last scene
of "Kill Bill"
she starts a fight
the dog takes both sides
of the bed
after the affair-
we talk about our fears
from the top
of all the times
for a leg cramp!
she straightens my tie
Workshop Senryu1.Workshop Senryu in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the homeless shelter
the new kid strikes
Senryu Series 61.Senryu Series 6 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
bumping and grinding
at this hour?
8th grade haiga-
Bashô in a pair
she leads the old dog
with five gold teeth
at my car
We Bare All...
with who they know
Asian day spa
the billboard model
MonsoonBut let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasureMonsoon in Other More Like This
I paint her not in words
but in rain
Zen on the roof
of a haiku world
sex just happens
relentless demand in Saturns grip
Harmony and chaos
have virtually vanished,
stripping us to the four winds
and martian fancy.
We are vagabonds,
dim and fanciful
in a celestial crowd.
Who knows if this war has a creative effect?
God? The devil?
A question for the pit
of Pandoras Box
We share a single eye.
Perhaps it is appropriate.
The will of the gods
and a drunkards song.
Immortalized forever in a single stone.
SatoriOne hour to midnight. Cross-legged, we hunch like campers over a single volume of Issa.Satori in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Kobayashi, Issa was a wandering priest. A pacifist who lost all, but his last daughter, to illness.
Hey dude, you wanna know something weird?
Ever since starting haiku, I cant even bring myself to kill bugs anymore.
Yeah, its like I see them more clearly. I dont know, like a small universe.
Yeah I still hate roaches though. They creep me the hell out.
a burst of laughter
3rd Grade ZenToday, my little brother managed to catch an anole. Mud-green, flabby - I can tell this is one of the old ones. Cupped between life lines, the ancient reptile doesn't even struggle. He just sits - eyes sealed into wrinkled sockets.3rd Grade Zen in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I read somewhere once, that the Daoist masters had no need to fight. When confronted with danger, they simply willed themselves to disappear. Today though, it's too hot to wait around.
"What do you think we should name him?"
"No names buddy. Time to let him go."
spotting a tail
in the crabgrass
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
Stand Up and FightStand Up and Fight:Stand Up and Fight in Free Verse More Like This
What happened to your hopes,
What happened your dreams?
You're sitting here in silence,
You listen to the screams.
I think you've had enough,
Just stand up and fight.
Don't let yourself be this way,
It's not alright.
You used to have a smile,
But then they made it go.
They crushed you in the dirt,
Now you're feelin' really low.
I think you've had enough,
Just stand up and fight,
Don't let yourself be this way,
It's not alright.
The big bullies gang up,
They got their own hang up,
Forget it and man up,
Ya just gotta stand up.
Because this is your life,
Don't throw it away.
Just stand up and fight,
Now let me hear you now say:
"You ain't never gonna bring me down!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 20th February 2012
I Once Loved...She was beautiful.I Once Loved... in Free Verse More Like This
And twas I who loved her...
I held her in these hands,
Like a warm blanket,
Comforting and kind.
But she was a bitter poison, toxic and deadly.
No antidote to her venom;
I wasted away with delirious eyes.
A coward they called her,
And it was the truth!.
But to save myself, I would have her bleed.
Her heart a raw panacea;
Crunched between my teeth...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd July 2013
KidKid:Kid in Free Verse More Like This
I enter the classroom and look around
I sit at my desk and stare at the floor
Nobody here ever tries to talk to me
and I can't really talk to them
I usually wait for class to begin
But ten minutes can feel like an eternity
I wish I could pop in my earphones
But they cut them in half yesterday...
Sometimes I hear them talking about me
But the words are always the same
They say it so much that I start to believe;
That I'm really what they say I am
Ugly, fat, stupid, beast;
These are the lightest words that they use
I wonder why they have to do it to me
But I don't know what it's like to be normal
Lunchtime is usually not so bad
I try to keep to myself wherever I can
It didn't work so well today though
Because they noticed me sitting in the corner
The biggest one in the group decides to approach me
His words sound like he's speaking in tongues
My heart seizes up and I'm too scared to react
So he ends up pouring milk over my head
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
Why I Hate My LifeWhy I Hate My Life:Why I Hate My Life in Free Verse More Like This
Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle
The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement
The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house
I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church
I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it
My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have
Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is already dead...
He was my army buddy, always cool, always the best
I visit his grave sometimes, in the middle of long deliveries
The worst part about everything though
is the fact that the one guy who made my life hell
The one guy who took everything important away from me
just came back to town a few minutes ago...
And you know what he said the moment
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:Can You Accept Me? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now
The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...
They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give
I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending you this letter
If it gets to you, then let me know
Reply to me and tell me clear
Can we still be a family?
Can I hope to have you near?
We've been through hell and I know I've done wrong
I never should have stayed just an angry kid
And now that we have one of our own;
I think I know that I need to quit
So please just give me a second chance
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man in Free Verse More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a perso
Chapter 1: PAGE 8Exactly on the moment the class timer turned 09.00, the door to the classroom opened again and the teacher walked in. To Dailon´s surprise it was a teacher he had never seen before in his entire time at the academy. While this should not have been strange as there are over fifty thousand teachers, masters and other staff in the Institute, he and Gaikor had made an intensive study towards the staff. Off course it was possible that they missed a few or simply did not remember them, but there was no way they would have missed this person. From the corners of his eyes he noticed Gaikor sat up a few inches straighter then usual and the tips of his fingers seemed to be a bit tighter pressed together, confirming he felt the same way.Chapter 1: PAGE 8 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The man who walked in seemed to be dressed quite normally. A black robe, with the golden emblem on his chest and back. Also the sandals were made out of ordinary wood. In fact the one thing that could be said about his clothing was that it was a bit minimal
Chapter 4: Page 9Only slowly he realized the implications. His head felt groggy and his normally sharp mind seemed to be completely drained. Vaguely he noticed that the lantern was still shining brightly, even pulsing, despite not being in contact with anyone anymore. He never even noticed how his left arm seemed to raise itself in the air and started slowly moving towards the lantern as if it was being pulled by an invisible force.Chapter 4: Page 9 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What he saw was Denoples suddenly running towards him, making a furious kicking motion towards him. Dailon flinched instinctively but his body felt as if it was broken and his limbs refused him service.
Acting on base instinct he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, waiting for the inevitable kick. He knew it was the most stupid thing to do in such a situation, but he had no energy to fight even this anymore. The pain was overwhelming his thoughts and his instinct overruled his better judgment. Deep down a little voice resonated within him, calling him a coward for accept
Chapter 3: PAGE 2Tempering his speed he pulled out one of his black cigarettes and waved a small magic sign in mid air with his right index finger. As the spell took effect the wind in his face vanished and still smiling he lit his cigarette. `I still think that is the most useful spell I ever invented.´ He thought ironically to himself as he inhaled deeply, while continuing to run.Chapter 3: PAGE 2 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even with his reduced speed he reached the gates well before darkness fell, although the position of the sun indicated it was not too far away either.
To his surprise the woman was already waiting, dressed in a new spectacular outfit that she apparently thought would be fitting as the new Magister of the Institute. Even to him it seemed a bit wrong to wear such a beautiful dress while standing among the hundreds of bodies lying around. Belonging to either those dead or those busy dying at the very moment.
“Hello Kaithleia.” He said with a smile as he walked to her, casually waving with his hands.
Chapter 4: Page 10When Dailon woke up again he still felt exhausted, his entire body sore and damp, but at least he seemed to feel a bit better. Or so he thought at least. He could not remember exactly what happened before he passed out. As he slept his mind had been plagued by some very disturbing nightmares that seemed incredibly real to him. Dailon did not know where reality had ended and his nightmares begun, which was more frightening than the nightmares themselves.Chapter 4: Page 10 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He tried to sit up straight while rubbing the sides of his head, as if massaging them would make his brain proper again, but before he could erect his upper body completely something pushed him down rather hard.
A jolt of pain shot through his chest, but as he was trained he embraced the pain and let it glide of, preventing any sign of weakness. Instead he mustered an angry frown upon his face as he looked up to see what had pushed him down. “Don´t move!” Gaikor said with a cold tone of voice as he kept pressing on his
Chapter 1: PAGE 4While Gaikor did not know much, there was for a moment a glimpse of real emotion in his eyes and words as he explained. The older boy explained that until now he had never met another person who could see the fortress above their heads. Not even the teachers would answer him when he asked, so the thought had slowly seeded itself in the corners of his mind that he was going crazy.Chapter 1: PAGE 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the time Dailon did not realize how important it must have been to be able to share this ‘secret’, though as time passed on and he found himself surrounded by other who could not see it made him realize how bad it must have been.
In the Institute there was no time for much thinking though as he found out during his first few weeks.
It would have been hard to describe the Institute. It was neither a school nor a trainings ground, yet it was both at the same time. Perhaps the best description would be that it was a giant sorting device. Every week a person would be taught about the world and be tr
Chapter 1: PAGE 7As he walked into the classroom he noticed only a few familiar faces. The second thing he noticed was that while the classroom could fit easily three hundred students, there were less then twenty five -only 21 Dailon concluded after a quick head count- students in the room. This was odd for several reasons. The first being that it stood directly in line of efficiency which was one of the main factors in the Institute.Chapter 1: PAGE 7 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The other was that he knew none of those people, except Gaikor who rose last year to the rank of number one in the Sincara group and two others from that group. Considering that he had fought everyone at least once during the last year or watched them fight, this meant they could not be from their department.
Suspecting this might be another yet another test, though he could not imagine which kind, he masked any feelings in his face and casually walked towards the empty spot next to Gaikor.
“Interesting.” He simply said to his friend as he sat down next to him
Chapter 3: PAGE 8While walking to the gate he looked at himself, judging the blood all over his clothing and body. He wondered if it would be enough to convince Denoples and the others that he tried to save the Institute but failed. The blood was real enough he thought, but otherwise he was too clean. Once he would be half way through he should probably see to that, he thought to himself as the fingers on his right hand played with a tiny obsidian dagger he had strapped to his right leg.Chapter 3: PAGE 8 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before he could leave though Kaithleia suddenly ran past him and stopped straight in front of him. Her face was a mixture of sadness and hopes as she looked at him. Still with tears in her eyes she asked him if he couldn´t stay a while longer to help her set things up at the Institute.
Even if he would have had the tiniest urge to stay he knew he could not afford to waste time here. Besides he knew he would hurt her if he were to stay.
“Kaithleia you know I can´t stay.” He replied casually as he
Chapter 2: Page 1When he woke up it was not slowly as one might have expected after being unconscious for so long. -Later he would learn from Gaikor that he had been really worried about him.- No instead as he woke up it happened in a flash and within seconds he was back on his feet, scanning the area. It was the result of the fierce training at the Institute. Everyday they would be knocked unconscious until they learned to force their minds to react at the first sign of consciousness. He had often wondered whether it was not just an excuse to beat the students. If you lost consciousness during battle you were done for anyway, or so he had believed until he fought Gaikor for the first time for real.Chapter 2: Page 1 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
During the fight both of them exchanged heavy blows and both of them had almost lost their consciousness several times. Though before their bodies hit the ground they somehow managed to force themselves to regain awareness and resume the fight. It had been the most intense fight of his entire life and altho
Chapter 4: Page 17“Feel free to scream if it helps you.” Cana said without even looking up as he pushed the energy into Dailon´s battered body.Chapter 4: Page 17 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
`Like hell I will give him the satisfaction!´ Dailon thought to himself as his body burned with pain. He could feel every injury in his body light up, from the dozen broken bones, to his ruptured organs and burned out arteries. It was as if Cana was deliberately pushing energy into his body to see where the energy resonated.
“Hmmm that is worse than I thought.” Cana mumbled to himself as he focused his attention back to Dailon. Though his gaze rested on Dailon´s forehead, rather than his eyes. “Magical Binding.” Cana mumbled as he used his finger to draw another magical symbol on Dailon`s forehead.
A final blast of energy shot through his brain and instantly Dailon felt how his body froze completely. “Now let´s begin” Cana said dead serious as he began to glow with energy. Without was
Chapter 2: Page 13It did not take Dailon long to realize why the Magister was unable to stifle a chuckle. As he looked down he noticed his body was somewhere stuck between a sitting and standing up, with his right hand hovering somewhere useless in mid air. A mild blush covered his cheeks as he realized he was making a fool out of himself in front of the Magister. With a shock he veered up into a perfect straight position.Chapter 2: Page 13 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Actually I think I would rather stand untill you explained things.” Dailon said as he let his arms hang beside his body, rather than completing the salute.
This response clearly surprised Denoples as his voice was sharp and clear, yet without seemingly any hostility. It was obvious that the Magister had counted on a more hostile reaction or perhaps even confusion from Dailon. At least it seemed unlikely that the man had counted on being met with such a neutral, calculated response as he just had.
“Well, uhm, I think I shall do that then.” He responded after a
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Lukas was the first one to speak up.
“That couldn’t be…” he whispered. “There were so many of us. I know the humans have said that my brother and I were the only dragons left in the world, but only five of us…How is that possible?”
“There were many reasons,” Berwald said, “but I think you know which ones were the biggest.” That being said, he looked over to Mathias who was still on his friend’s back.
“I don’t understand,” Lukas growled. “Why would they choose being a human over staying as a dragon?”
Berwald shrugged. “It’s just their choice. Maybe they had an awakening moment and decided being human was better. That or they just forgot somewhere along the way.”
Mathias jumped in. “What about Peter? He was so young. He has to still be around.”
The golden dragon shook his head sadly. “The hunters got to him nearly forty years ago.”
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From afar, the dragon hunters’ fortress looked nothing more than a humble shadow of a mountain with smoke rising from its high peaks. Now, however, the sheer size of the building was more intimidating than you had imagined. The sky was pitch black even though only a few minutes ago, the sky had been a bright white from the sun shining past the snowy clouds. Black and dark purple ashes were scattered everywhere, and a sickly sweet smelled filled the air as you and Emil approached the side entrance to the fortress.
“I don’t like this place,” you whispered to your dragon as you clung onto his blanket like a guiding rope.
“I don’t like it either, ___________,” Emil replied in the same volume of your voice. “I can sense a great amount of negative energy coming from inside this place. We’re going to have to be very careful.”
“I understand,” you said.
“__________, remember what I said about me not being
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There was still the debate of whether or not keeping your mouth shut was a good thing or not spinning inside your head.
There’s no way Lukas was really telling the truth when he said something like that, you thought to yourself. He’s got it all wrong, and besides, he’s a dragon. He couldn’t possibly know the significance of kissing another person—and a human at that.
You groaned and shuffled around in your spot. It had been an extremely long day. Lukas had said you would need all the rest you could get because there was no telling when you would be able to stop and take a break again. However, no matter how hard you shut your eyes, or how many imagined dragons you had counted flying overhead, or how often you shifted into a different sleeping position, you couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep.
By the gods of Eliatha, I can’t sleep! you miserably thought. Ever since that little incidence that evening, it had b
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Everything between the time you had blacked out and the time you woke up in a cold, dark room was a blur. You couldn’t remember what you were supposed to be doing or why you were even here in the first place. Why hadn’t you just stayed behind that day back at the castle and slept in? It would have been much better than having to feed the dragons their daily helpings of food and clean up after them. The smaller one wouldn’t have grown attached to you, and the larger one wouldn’t have…
You buried your face into your hands.
The dragon you had journeyed with so far up until now was really gone. There wasn’t even any climatic suspense leading up to his ultimate demise; it just happened like that. In a blink of an eye, he had left you behind to wherever it is dragons go to when they die. You had never bothered to ask. There had been many questions you had wanted to ask him. Now, you’d never get the chance aga
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~Chapter 45~ Final
“My tears!” you shouted at the top of your lungs when Mathias handed over his cape to your dragon and you gave his brother one of your layers.
“All those hours I spent mourning for you! All of those tears wept and swollen eyes and fits of hiccups! Give them back! I almost went mad, damn you! Give them all back, I said!”
Emil blushed and shied away behind his cape. Lukas, on the other hand, stepped in front of his little brother to defend the both of them from your onslaught of meanderings and punches.
“_____________, you have to understand that if my brother’s body didn’t expire—Hey! Stop that! I mean it! Don’t make me do something drastic!”
“You’re the worst!” you screeched and continued to pummel the How-Dare-He-Lie-To-You Sucker Dragon Dung Fish-Face over and over again. All the while, the other dragons were watching in mild amusement.
Emil tried to step in and hold you back.
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“There is a dark evil looking for the flames of the world,” was the first thing Emil said after the two of you had dried your tears and continued on your way.
You narrowed your eyes. “When you say it like that, does it have something to do with the way you were talking to me when I was in the garbage heap?”
The dragon sighed. “I believe so. I think it was only due to the power of the flames that kept it at bay. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it off before it consumes me entirely.”
“Consumes you?!” you gasped.
“Yes,” Emil answered with a dark tone. “I have a feeling that the evil has claimed nearly all of the souls of the missing dragons and their previous vessels—hence the large number of dragon hunters existing even today.”
“Why would it do something like that?” you whispered stunned that such a thing would happen. “Are the flames really worth tha
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Now this was just fantastic. Like a whimsical shooting star flying over yonder and dropping an unexpected guest onto your doorstep—or your rooftop—Mathias was as physically present as he could get. His sudden unannounced drop in had generated quite a bit of excitement in the darkening snowstorm.
“What the—Who in the world is that?” you heard one of the merchants ask from a good distance away from the dragon’s impact point.
“Uh oh,” you gulped and tried to leap off the caravan only to remember that your limbs were still shackled to the wall.
“Well, it’s good to see you’re up and kicking, Lukas, and I see __________’s here, too,” Mathias said rather calmly. “It looks like you two are in a jam.”
“Did it honestly take you that long to figure that out?” Lukas hissed. “And do you mind? You’re heavy!”
“Ah, sorry about that,” the wild-haired dragon
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“Just as I thought.”
When Lukas touched the force field, unlike the times before when he had crashed into the invisible barrier, his hand went right through the surface. When you were looking at it up close, you noticed the force field wasn’t exactly invisible, rather it had been under the visible protection of the harsh winds and snow. From such a close distance, you were able to see that there was something of a color-changing film of faded purple and blue swirls dancing on the surface like a soap bubble.
“Whoever set this up doesn’t want dragons going in,” Lukas deduced after walking a few steps away from where he had placed you down.
“Would that mean it could also hold them in?” you asked wondering if when you managed to retrieve Emil, there would be a need to turn into dragons.
“That’s not entirely out of the question,” Lukas replied.
“Hey, maybe this thing is the reason I can’t sense Emil
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“___________, did you know in the nature of dragons, there does exist an act of courtship?” Emil brought up one day while on a typical day of travelling.
Really? I thought you dragons weren’t into stuff like love, you responded.
“While we may not start out knowing what love is, such an element isn’t necessary when it comes to reproduction,” Emil responded. “You don’t really think mere pests such as mice think about love when it comes to bearing young, do you?”
You made a face. Hmm. You have a point there. Well, know that you’ve piqued my curiosity, what’s the courtship process like?
“As you know,” Emil began to explain, “dragons are prideful creatures. It is actually the males and females who go about conducting in their own practices to finding out who is the best partner suitable for mating together. The males fight amongst each other, and the fema
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Lukas was still at the spot where you had left him. There was no turning back after everything he had done for you even if you hadn't realized it until it was too late.
Now that you were able to see, you were able to get a grasp of what exactly this place was. In short, it was both a garbage heap and a graveyard for whatever the people above didn’t want to deal with. The clacking sounds you had heard earlier had been the bones of small animals, unfortunate humans, and even a few strange skeletal structures you did not fully recognize.
Thanks to the Sapphire Flames, as you so called them in tribute to Lukas’ formal title, the nightcrawlers and bloodsnares had steered clear of your path. You could occasionally hear them chattering in the darkness, but for the most part, they remained unseen.
With the flames of the world now residing safely in your heart, you had one final task to take care of: find Emil and if possible, rescue him.
You had tried reaching Emil a f
8. InnocenceSisters, don't worry so much.8. Innocence in Free Verse More Like This
These things too will pass.
Even though we're in a clutch,
No need to break the glass.
Fate has dealt us a cruel hand.
But what else can we do?
Then do what was planned?
This I ask the two of you.
We must trust our father.
However hard this may be.
Sure it might cause bother.
But please, have faith in me.
We've been through a lot.
It won't end soon.
But it's not all for naught.
We'll have our boon.
Dear father, you are lost.
Ever searching for the taken.
But what will be the cost?
Will we be forsaken?
Come to a halt.
Give us a kiss.
It is not your fault.
When will you see this?
Please, stop this folly.
We can't take it anymore.
Let us be jolly.
And finally close this door.
18. RainbowI still remember the first day I met you.18. Rainbow in Free Verse More Like This
Just come ashore, one amongst the crew.
There was an arc of colors in the sky that day.
When you looked at me, I'd be lying if I didn't sway.
The blue, the red, the green, the yellow.
My, you made quite a strapping fellow.
It was one of the happiest days of my life.
Who knew, that one day I'd be your wife?
I still look back to those days, my dear.
Every time I do, out comes a tear.
Whenever things get hard, the thought of you keeps me going.
If only you could have seen your children, growing.
It would make you proud to see what we made.
Oh, how I wish, that day you would have stayed.
I remember the day you told me to keep strong.
How often I wondered to myself, if you were wrong.
Although I wish otherwise, change is coming.
And I have to accept that, lest it become numbing.
I still remember the colors in the sky.
What would it be like, if one could fly?
7. HeavenWhere did you go old man?7. Heaven in Free Verse More Like This
Have you finally found rest?
Or was this more than a plan?
And is this my next test?
Far away from us you are.
From doubt and worry.
Do I now go to the bar?
To make things blurry?
From the toils of war and famine.
You have gone, afloat.
But what about the shy gamin?
That comes with the boat?
Are you at peace with the others?
Finally, after all this time?
Or do you miss your brothers?
And wish for an other time?
Where did that smile go?
Reserved for a special few.
This will come as a blow.
But this you already knew.
What am I to do now?
Follow your lead?
This shall be my vow.
And I will succeed.
17. BloodWhy does life always seem to be so messy?17. Blood in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't matter how hard one tries to stay clean.
To all the people who want to stay dressy,
Don't kid yourselves, and stop this incessant preen.
You're gonna get dirty eventually.
Some may call it sheer dumb luck.
A serious of unfortunate events, essentially.
Just don't make a scene when you feel struck.
Like my sisters, with their worry and clash of views.
I wonder if this is what I should be doing.
Waiting, ever waiting for that bit of good news.
Heck, I'd much rather be out there wooing.
It's not like the work I do is so bad, really.
It's just not what I imagine the rest of my life to be.
I wish I could go do something else, freely.
Oh, if only it were that simply and up to me.
It can be quite annoying when people fear you.
Why can't they see I'm doing this for them?
The whole time, it seems the world's askew.
I hardly feel anything - do I have a phlegm?
My family has everything, isn't that enough?
It seems not, as look! they're at it aga
6. Break AwayYou were following orders.6. Break Away in Free Verse More Like This
I say this to myself to ease the guilt.
It doesn't work much.
It makes me feel slightly better, but it doesn't last.
It's like a bandage over a wound; the wound is still there, you just don't see it.
I tried to put up a good front, soothing, joking, promising.
But she saw through it, she always did.
How could someone I'd barely known for a month know me so well?
I'm not sure.
I'm not sure about much lately.
Not since we said goodbye.
I told her that I had to, that it was orders.
I would see her soon, and everything would be better.
But who am I kidding?
I can still see her face, the way she looked as she stood there on the docks.
Hurt, abandoned, disbelief in her face.
I think she was crying.
Did I really think everything would be okay when I got back?
That we'd go on like nothing happened?
Would she even want me back?
What will I say when I see her again?
19. GrayThe day you were born, was a dark day for me.19. Gray in Free Verse More Like This
I remember running away, from the black, black sea.
The skies were thick with rain and thunder.
And I was left to constant wonder.
The gales of wind would not relent.
No matter how long I must have spent.
Away from home, away from him.
The outlook was ever so grim.
The skies mirrored how I was feeling.
As did you, who never stopped squealing.
Your father and I said goodbye to each other.
He wasn't the only one, there had been another.
It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
With all my heart, I wish it not happen to you.
You might think of me as overbearing.
But it's to protect you, call it sparing.
I sometimes wonder if how I felt that day affected you.
I tried to close it off, but did it somehow make it through?
Whenever I look into your eyes, they reflect back those skies.
And I ask myself : was it worth it, worth all these lies?
I hope you understand why I did what I did.
Though that might take a while, you still being a kid.
15. SilenceI don't like being home alone.15. Silence in Free Verse More Like This
It's just weird, makes me groan.
Being the only one walking down the stairs.
Shivering at the lifting of my hairs.
Like a sentinel on his nightly watch.
A tree being marred by his notch.
When the lords and ladies are gone,
I often think: I'm but a fawn.
I miss having people around.
Chatting about nonsense, rumors abound.
It's like a piece of me is missing.
It's all I can do before I start hissing...
God, I'm just so bored.
I really hate being ignored.
For once I wish they would talk to me.
I guess this leaves me to go to sea.
4. DarkI remember the look on my father's face when he said goodbye that day.4. Dark in Free Verse More Like This
There was something different about him.
As if he knew something was going to happen to him, but was trying to ignore it.
It wasn't dark that day, not yet.
It was twilight, the purple and orange clouds filling the skies, the gulls crying.
I remember the look on my mother's face when she kissed him farewell.
There was something different about that kiss.
As if she knew this would be the last time they would see each other.
It wasn't cold that day, not quite.
It was a late fall evening, a hint of winter in the air.
I remember the look on my sister's face as she cried.
There wasn't that much different about her, she cried all the time.
But it was as if even she, as young as she was, knew something was up.
It wasn't raining that day, not really.
It was drizzling, soft drops of liquid peppering the landscape around us.
I don't remember what I looked like as I watched him go.
I don't think there was something different ab
5. Seeking SolaceAbandoned.5. Seeking Solace in Free Verse More Like This
That's how she felt.
How could he leave her like this?
She knew the answer, but she didn't have to like it.
She hated her parents right now.
Why couldn't they just let him be a part of their family?
They thought they were protecting her.
They knew best, right?
They never bothered asking her what she wanted, what she needed.
She needed him.
And now he was gone, hundreds of miles away, trying to prove something to her parents.
Why couldn't he see she didn't need proof, just him?
No one knew how she truly felt.
She held up a good front.
But how long could that last?
She wasn't sure.
She needed something to put her at ease.
No matter what she tried, it didn't last.
Her sisters tried to console her, her brother tried to cheer her.
One could only feign smiles for a while.
She needed something.
9. DriveYou left me here, just discarded me.9. Drive in Free Verse More Like This
How could you, if you barely knew me?
Was I a burden, to much to carry?
An accident, a mistake, too scary?
Outcast, freak, that's what they see.
I don't belong here, I'm sure you'll agree.
Why do I keep on searching?
Ever looking for answers, lurching.
My friend says to keep faith.
Not to be ruled by this wraith.
How can I, when you didn't?
You were gone, without a hint.
Should I give up? Let it go?
What's that? Oh, is that a no?
How long can I keep going?
Really, without this not knowing.
You left me with questions.
Anyone have any suggestions?