Life is changed, rearranged.The sweltering heat recalls a time to me so dearly as I gaze upward to the heavens, searching for something. The song Remember When comes to play inside my head as I feel tears falling down my face, thinking about you. You're gone from my side, leaving a cold and harsh void where we should be holding each other, recalling the good times. No matter what anyone says to me, whether it be to tell me it'll be all right or that I need to move on, can fill that void.Life is changed, rearranged. in Short Stories More Like This
How can I? How. . .the pitter patters of rain falling on the metal outbuilding, the rushing little feet, hearing the voices that they belonged to. God. I miss you. More than what you really know or what I must know. No longer can I feel your supporting hands, pulling me back up. No longer can I come to you with my darkest times and tell you what I feel. I can't even hold you or you hold me. It is my curse that I shall for all time and only to have you in memories alone. What cruel fate.
I wish I could have saved you the fi
Bear those ills we have...Bear those ills we have... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The screen flickered, the words urging difference, to a future not yet come,
I sit and I ponder of a time not yet passed.
Measures taken to ensure civility and honorable need not met,
They die in vain and with a heavy sigh, we are like they.
Discomfort and troubled trust clouds our perception of what we say and feel,
makes our future generations look on us in confusion, accidentally following.
We lead them into a darkness of hatred and mirthlessness,
damning body, soul and mind - we should be ashamed.
But are we? No. Our foolish pride is a wound that we do not wish to mend,
we fear what will betray us - we cannot decipher foe from friend.
Our hearts and minds only see that no one is to be trusted,
how foolish are we - children, mere infants we have become.
I speak from my mind and heart to our future, please hear me -
saluting will I to the findings and resolutions of peace will set you free.
The undiscovered country is to be had, but alas, I will not be a part,
it is for this reason,
Second Star To My Right . . .Sweet and darling little angel, I know your heart surely ails,Second Star To My Right . . . in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when you talk of the past, the heart flutters and then it fails.
Why be so hard on yourself when in fact you're filled pride?
Quit harming yourself over it for it is better to show it so you should not hide.
Brave are you, visionary and hopeful woman to be,
set yourself to the skies, so that you one day will fly free.
Though you cannot see it just yet, I know it lives within,
so open up to write the new pages that are waiting to begin.
The stars and the moon should dance along with you,
I'll gladly join the soiree, even if we are small and few.
Darling little angel, why must you let yourself believe
that you are hurting so badly that you must grieve?
I believe in you when you will not be able to understand,
grasp for my touch when you are in need of a saving hand.
Draw the hallelujah from your beautiful tongue and there attest
that you are destined for only the very best.
I will wipe your tears and remove the doubting fears
Ritorna-MeI remain awake at night, desperately seeking to find some rest,Ritorna-Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
closing my eyes, faking it to Samuel and others seems to be my speciality's best.
Gazing into the heavens, I search and select a star to find,
wishing on it that somehow I can get peace of mind.
Alas, I still remain bitter at those that I care for,
but how can I find solace, when I've lost you e'er more?
Something inside me does painfully start to yearn,
as if it feels somehow, Lucius, you shall return.
Gentle breezes may very well caress my alabaster skin,
but perhaps it knows the sorrows I have within?
Clear air and kind smiles can only do so much,
yet it cannot compare to a true gentleman's touch.
Others around me act as if they should bear my sorrows too,
but they can never take away what they did to you.
Please don't seek your revenge upon thy Lucinda, which is me,
all I ever wanted for you, Lucius, was to be completely free.
If you truly are dead, never to return unto me again,
fare thee well lover, my companion and
Lift your spirit, set it freeHere is the salute to one of Hollywood's best,Lift your spirit, set it free in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though it shall be small in nature, it surpasses the test.
You swell our hearts with a deep surge of pride,
our hearts still mourn the day that you died.
You were born unto us the year alike of my dear grandmother Anna,
Born unto us Southerner's pride, even if it wasn't in Savannah.
The blue eyes gave us hope in when we lost it elsewhere,
always wanting to be out of the lime light because you really didn't care.
Playing as roguish cowboys, a bandit, an outlaw at the O.K. Corral,
it brings us to grin like you did, it boosts our very moral.
You made friends that you truly did consider family dear,
always wanting to be there for them, always lending an ear.
Then came your chance when the space race in the United States,
three parts were read by your eyes and never once did you hesitate.
Picking the very one that we all know now as the dear ol' Doc known as Bones,
all watched you with eagerness to the televisions where e'er the broadcast roame
For IvyI was angry, hurtting, crushed and I was so very blind,For Ivy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
couldn't find the solace that I know is in my heart and mind.
My wrathful nature wanted to find blame in something you had not done wrong,
I hurt myself deeper than what I ever meant to as it slipped from my tongue.
How could I, one person in this world that means something to you,
want to vent out my frustrations when I thought it was the right thing to do?
I was blinded by a dark and sinister force that I know all to well,
for when I wrote many things and said them too, he was dancing in Hell.
I am told that I need brokeness and God willing, I know I need it true,
so that I may come back happily and blessed when I see you.
A part of me still says for the poem I wrote to be seen by more eyes,
but I will not, nay, cannot because it'll do more harm, this I realize.
I do not know how often you smile or how you may certainly grin,
but I know I do I will do both when I see you again.
Reading of King David and of his works known as Psa
Quoth the Raven. . .Quoth the Raven. . . in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Safe. I'm safe from harm, right? Wrong.
I returned home to Wiltshire, place where I should belong.
I know in my mind he comes to find me and steal me again,
if I am not careful, I'll lose more than my sanity, my friend.
My brother, Samuel, to you, I should not lie,
but if I tell you, how do I know you shall not die?
Protecting me and shielding me from a hellish harm,
it won't do you good because he hath branded himself on my arm.
No, not where you can see it very much so on the top skin,
it hides elsewhere...it hides underneath, within.
Hold me, my brother, take me from this deathly plight,
send me away with you long into the night.
Please, let this be but a horrific dream,
it cannot be true, nothing can be as it would seem!
All grows quiet upon our front lawn,
it is still night, not quite dawn.
Hark! I hear a knock at our very own door!
NO! Samuel! Don't go to it anymore!
I soon shriek and there do I cry,
for you surely fall where his shadow will lie.
If only I could see. . .If only I could see. . . in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What happened? I awake this morning to find,
that I am on the floor near a door of a different kind.
I cannot seem to recall what has happened, my love,
have I ... I have done something wrong?
You are quiet around me, your eyes give uneasy glances,
please, take my hand and heart as noble advances.
They are to comfort and ease your troubled pain,
I swear it to you, whatever I did, I won't do it again.
I can leave, if you want, never ever to again be seen,
for I can become to you nothing but a former dream.
Is this what you want because I will gladly go,
thus, this is goodbye, Lucius? It would seem so.
I head to the door and there, I find it is locked,
why on Earth would it be this way? I feel mocked.
Looking back to you, I see something I never have seen before:
Lucius, why do you glare at me? UNLOCK the door!
Are you ill? Talk to me, say something immediately, please do!
Lucius, my love, my all, what is this darkness I can see in you?
No! Step back! You are frightening me, I cannot bre
Les Deux MousquetairesYou have bewitched me with sandalwood and rose,Les Deux Mousquetaires in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
intoxicating kisses, fond embraces, all behind a door closed.
Why you, the least of all creatures, decided to pick me?
I dare not to enrage you, but is there something I can't see?
Truly, I read those books because I endlessly yearn,
please tell me that those feelings aren't because I feel spurned.
Your frocked shirt, the blue coat, aye, the Jabot collar too,
they all enchant me, I dare not lie, I'm trying to be true.
When your chocolate brown eyes pierce me or your fingers gently stroke,
it is like the sun scorching me, you naughty and dodgy bloke.
What is next, do, oh blissful immortal to be, do pray tell!
Am I to be dressed daintily and be your Napoleonic belle?
Poor jest, I do but know, I must haply admit,
likely there is a smile on your face -- I know how you tick.
I awake late a night, thinking mainly of you,
hold me tightly, my little conqueror, please but do.
Gazing in each others' eyes, I know we do realize,
Birthday Gift for Missus McCoyAnother year passes, thus a brand new, shining candle is on the cake,Birthday Gift for Missus McCoy in Ballad More Like This
It shimmers, it glimmers like a shiny blade though it is dimly lit.
Spending it with us who are incredibly mad, its a risk you eagerly take,
Is it because that maybe one goes by the name of London and yes, is filled with s**t?
I know I cannot draw, trace, anything to do with it except color and rose tint this earth,
Thus, I spend a few hours writing with you and your quirky characters that youve birthed.
I looked today in my old favorites and what should surprise me, what a thrill,
One of the first things I ever liked, was but your interpretation of dear Renfield!
This poem, I realize, is not really my absolute greatest, its putting me to the test,
I know I have a voice somewhere in this quagmire, but I dont think its my best.
Spit buddies we are suddenly destined today and forever (I hope) to be,
Ambellina asks in an elitist British voice, Is it time for Edwardian tea?
Stanislav ManorThe feather quill pressed against the parchment sheet, countless thoughts running through the Frigate Lieutenant's head. In the dimming candlelight, the many scratches of the pen waved faintly through the peaceful dorm.Stanislav Manor in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mother and Father,
I will be home soon.
~ ~ ~
To a child raised in the farming hills, the Morava Arrow would have been envisioned as a monstrous snake. The roar of the engine shook the domed station as it emerged from a shivering horde of mist. Heads turned, eyes widening as the silver train entered the building, its massive drivers screeching along the rails. Radomir looked up from an article he was given by a paperboy, detailing the events of the latest dogfight over the Ciúin border. Plastered on the page was a photograph of a destroyed Sidhe aircraft, a group of Perunis airmen observing the wreckage. Around him, countless conversations were carried over his head, none of them making the least bit of sense. The paper bit between his teeth, he dr
Kroshka Moia, Chapter SixChapter SixKroshka Moia, Chapter Six in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meine had soon discovered the battle had only lasted a little over an hour; the sun still stood high in the sky, overseeing the wreckage of the fight. It was just past 1700 hours, but the battle itself seemed to stretch into eternity. Near the church, the soldiers carried the countless wounded to buildings that weren't marred by gunfire or shrapnel. To everyone's dismay, the ambulances had yet to arrive as the numbers of wounded rose through the roof. The less fortunate lay in a crooked row along the street, their faces covered either by a helmet or a simple cloth, their dog tags resting upon their chests. Chaplain Ritter, bible in hand, stammered out prayers to the dead, begging to God to forgive their sins. Inside the church, Smoke and Martin were occupied with their own tasks: writing to the families of those who had fallen.
Silent, Meine and Max rummaged through the salvage of the town, tossing crushed bricks into one pile and support beams and broken walls into another
Kroshka Moia, Chapter ThreeChapter ThreeKroshka Moia, Chapter Three in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Night fell upon the campgrounds, and with it an uneasy silence. From inside his own tent, Meine watched the other men strolling back and forth down the aisle, speaking in hushed tones. Not exactly off-putting, but certainly out of the ordinary here. Their footsteps were soft against the ground; it wasn't uncommon for one to be rudely awakened in the middle of the night at the sound of boots thundering towards the latrine. A small frown played on his lips and he glanced at the other men occupying his tent. Armin was fiddling with a loose button and rubbing the area where his right ear used to be, while Emmerich was rummaging through his pockets for a cigarette.
Armin had been part of the original Invasion of Poland in 1939 and continued onward in Operation Barbarossa until a chunk of flying shrapnel struck him in the head, completely cutting off his right ear. Only after two weeks of recovering, Armin was sent back to the battlefield and was transferred to Kappel's unit. M
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Gray eyes fell before the simmering bowl of pale green liquid on the nightstand, hesitance dancing within the walls of the young man's mind. Aloe water was soothing, of course, but it would only last seconds before the stinging sensation kicked in. He grasped at the limp bandage strip from his wrist, grimacing as he began to unravel the tarnished wrap about his arm. Voices high and low sifted through the thin walls as the constant clanging of gold coins played about his ears. He silently thanked the distraction and took a step over to the tattered cloth acting as a door, charred fingers playing with the loosened coils.
"I don't care how crowded the blasted mansion was, you were supposed to get his due and get out. How hard of a job is that, Edmund?"
A fist slammed against a table and the young man flinched. "He was ready for us, id... sir. There were armed guards waiting for an ambush. The only way out was the front entrance!"
"Which is why I brought the boy with you, moron. He's t
Kroshka Moia, Chapter TenChapter TenKroshka Moia, Chapter Ten in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Max and Meine sat propped on a bridge overlooking the Morge River, their mouths stuffed with a fresh baguette, their eyes upward to the rosy sky. Ambros was beneath their feet, his bushy tail smacking the bridge's wall while he dreamt about the day's adventures and the strangers they encountered. To them, the bread was a feast in comparison to their mess tins; there were days when the rations were a mystery and offered more indigestion than a full belly. Had Martin been lenient, they could have slipped it into their bags and savored the meal for later days. However, they remembered too well of the last person to try and sneak prohibited food into their belongings: Martin stripped him to his underclothes and boots and had him run laps around the entire training base in the middle of winter.
Meine rubbed the back of his neck before speaking, his eyes wandering. "What do you think the east will be like? Fighting-wise?"
Max took a large bite of his bread
In the Eye of the StormA sheet of crystalline white lay across the silent ground of the naval base. Through the thick mist and solemn clouds, faint streams of sunlight broke through the barrier and into the iced windows of the dormitories. Inside, two rows of thirty bunks lined the wide but narrow room, the insignia of a spear-wielding eagle perched above the dead fireplace and mounted upon the oak wall. Beneath the parchment sheets, men stripped to their underclothes tossed and turned against the lumpy and stiff mattresses, catching what few moments of sleep they had.In the Eye of the Storm in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Outside, however, told a different story.
Grasping at the iced railing, Radomir kicked like a frenzied horse at his attackers, fighting to find any means of escape from his tormentors, captains from the East Dorm. One, a tall and burly officer, wrapped his hands around Radomir's thin leg and easily yanked him away from the rail, his face slamming into the frost below. He struggled to push himself up, only to be felled by a sharp kick to his st
Kroshka Moia, Chapter FourChapter FourKroshka Moia, Chapter Four in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The damned heat of the mid-July sun beat down upon the men, hundreds of pounding boots pressing into the earth. Beneath the steel helmets, sweat fell from flushed faces as the soldiers trudged on behind the Kübelwagen transporting Smoke, with Barth taking the wheel. About ten meters behind hummed the Opel Blitz, hauling rations and weapons. The fields of France seemed never-ending. To the right of the Kompanie marched Martin, who wasted no time yelling at any speaking or a foot being out of step. His throat was beginning to dry; he had been barking orders since they left before sunrise, leaving little to no evidence of a campground even existing in the field. Nonetheless, he continued his tirade. His eyes as daggers, they focused on a particular soldier, whom he specifically had placed on the outside of the middle rank.
"Keep in step, Hexenkopf! Lift your head up, and relax your fists." Martin flashed a smile and turned his head, quickly moving ahead to
Kroshka Moia, Chapter TwoChapter TwoKroshka Moia, Chapter Two in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Button up those jackets, idiots! We're not on vacation! Eichel, quit leaning against that vehicle and get to work! I want to see this company in top form, jetzt!" Feldwebel Martin Kappel moved through the aisles of the camps, his trademark scowl creased over his face. His left hand hung limply by his side; it was beginning to miss the feel of its precious riding crop. The soldiers wasted no time to fix their corrections and hustled off; the last thing anyone in the unit wanted was to be yelled at by the fierce Feldwebel and blow out their eardrums. Martin allowed a brief smirk at this and continued on his way.
Martin's men, all one-hundred twenty six of them, were on standby to join the regiment that waited triumphantly in France. Before last week, his Kompanie was eighty men stronger, including some of his best men and snipers. However, Major Ehrlichmann of the 216 Infantry Regiment was running dangerously low on soldiers on the Eastern F
Gunners, Chapter SixMay 2, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Six in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm not sure what awoke me first: the disgusting humidity in the room, or the horrible pain in my head. My mouth was taped, eyes covered by an itchy cloth. My hands and feet were tightly bound by a thin wire, digging painfully into my skin. My coat and boots were missing along with my gun belt; I could feel dried blood under my nose. I rolled to my side, the tips of my fingers the stone wall, my head rubbing against the lumpy mattress with little hopes of removing the blindfold.
The door opened, bringing in a chilly breeze. Two footfalls, a pause, then one more. I froze. There was a strike of the match, soon followed by the putrid smell of smoke. A chair scraped across the floor and bumped into the bed frame. Smoke was blown in my direction; I wanted to gag.
Fingers slithered up my arm and to my neck, grabbing my dog tags. "Edahsra, Alice L... Well, I'll be damned, you're Nicky's girl." The voice was male, older by at least twenty or so years.
"It's been a while since I s
Gunners, Chapter FiveMay 1, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Five in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rested on the floor that night, listening to his deliberate snoring drowning my ears. He was curled up on the couch, his back turned to me. I groaned and rolled to my side. Back on the base, I would have no trouble falling asleep; the endless noise of construction, late-night gunfire, and the stray animals had that touch to put me down for a good few hours. Of course, that was on the base, where I knew I'd be safe. I tossed back and forth in annoyance, hands gripping the imaginary pillow. It wasn't the snoring that got to me, it was the silence.
In the wastes, silence meant death. A man could walk through a hail of gunfire and come out virtually unscathed, but would then find himself dead when all he heard was nothing. Even my father had his moments when everything turned quiet. I had no idea how I was able to remain so calm; the nightmare still plagued my mind. Those clicking boots, that voice, his damned smile. I looked to my new acquaintance, a single question bounci
Medders Thesis: pt 5 - Unwanted ApprenticeMedders Thesis: pt 5 - Unwanted Apprentice in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
§ Unwanted Apprentice §
Rarely did my master shake when he performed an operation. If it did, I did not notice it for his cuts and lesions were always so clean and well placed. When he came back the next morning, he looked as though he had not slept. My master’s hands were shaking as he carefully brought me and my colleagues along to check on the new patient he had. I was surprised, as was my master. It seemed, that the man was still in his bed in the morning and not spirited away by some of his own kind. The Frank was up and sitting on the edge of his cot, his toes scraping against the ground.
“Good morning,” My master said. The strain was on his voice. My master’s wife must have taken to yelling at him last night.
The Frank did not raise his eye.
Clenching me in his fist alongside clean wraps of tightly knit cloth, my master strode over to the infidel, “May I please check your wound?”
Again, the Christian did nothing. I felt u
Six Feet Deep: Chapter 1Six Feet Deep: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Six Feet Deep: Chapter 1
"What exactly is going on here?" Lieutenant Alik Laryn asked, raking a hand through messy black hair as he tried in vain to affix it back into place. The dark-wood desk he now sat at had once belonged to a Czech priest, who had long since fled the town as the war had swept through the country. The abandoned rectory have been commandeered by the American army and set up as administration buildings. The slit window with the stained glass behind it let in the early morning light. Laryn had not slept well; his normally hollow, olive-skinned face was looking more sallow this morning.
Sergeant Blake slid the file across the desk to him. "One of them managed to attempt suicide last night."
Up until that point it had been a very slow morning at the hospital for the lieutenant, as slow as one could get for a field hospital. Even though the front had moved far beyond the town at this point, the church area still tended to the wounded soldiers that came this
RAN: Life Saving Chapter 1I. Pick UpRAN: Life Saving Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Munich train station was bustling with people despite the frosty nip that hung in the air. Under the arching rain guard, a new train had just arrived. It threw open its cabin doors, releasing a surge of people from its innards. A swirl of steam hissed from between its tired and heated breaks. The Bavarian winter was not the worst winter in Germany, but it still held the encompassing arms of the freeze and a gentle kiss of snowfall. The snow on the streets had turned black from city grime and bumbling cars kicking up muck. No snow crept up under the overhanging, but the dripping wet slid onto the platform and was dragged about by the soles of people's shoes and luggage.
Two young men were loitering around the station, waiting for something or someone who had not yet arrived.
The taller of the two leaned against one of the station's pillars, one eyebrow cocked in an almost drea
Sputnik."Y-You are drunk again, Herr Dreher."Sputnik. in Sketches More Like This
There it was again. This was the third time he’d heard that this week as he sat in his chair stewing in the fire in his belly that threatened to burst forth from his mouth.
He had set himself in his chair, the bottle clutched tightly in his hand as he stared blankly at the TV in front of him. The man on the news was blathering on and on about things he did not care about. The Americans did this, the Russians did that, French having money troubles again, Adenauer fucking up his country and trying to round up straggler Nazis: the usual doom that people liked to complain about.
"I ain’t drunk!" The old priest said as his free hand played with the straps on his prosthetic legs. When he was home he never wore them, although it might have been better to do so because one leg was gone above the knee the other below. He was seventy something years old: while other his age would complain about arthritis in their kne
Medders Thesis: pt 4 - EyeMedders Thesis: pt 4 - Eye in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
§ Eye §
There was the sound of scraping and the door to the practice was thrown open. In staggered an old proprietor carrying a Frankish crusader across his shoulder. The Frank had one hand covering his face, the red of blood seeping through his boney fingers. Unlike others of his kind that had been brought in here, screaming over nothing but bruises as though they had their bones broken, this one was as quiet as the desert evening.
“What is happening here?” my master spoke when he came to meet them.
“This man was in a fight, he has an injury to his eye.”
“Bring him to the bed.”
The old proprietor brought the Christian to an empty cot in the corner of one of the rooms. With that my master thanked him for bringing the other Frank in and let him return to his shop.
The Frank remained stoic on the bed, his hands clenched tightly at the blankets. So tightly, that his boney knuckles were turning white.
RAN: Life Saving PrologueRighteous Among Nations: Life SavingRAN: Life Saving Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sounds of the tiny metal carousel played out hauntingly in the stifling stillness of the attic. Each little tin horse rose and fell in a creaking motion, grinding up its pole and then quickly falling back into place. A small boy, no older than five, sat some feet away, his legs pulled to his chest and his eyes wide with wonderment. His mouth formed into a perfect circle as he watched the miniature horses gallop their way around the track to the tinkling music issuing slowly from the center of the machine. His tiny hands held onto his feet as he tried to curl them under the night shirt that he wore. The gentle light falling from the lantern that he placed near to him cast frightening shadows upon the wall of the attic. Despite the creatures that grew from the dancing light, he was not afraid.
He giggled as the tin carousel finally ground to a halt
Dying.Dying.Dying. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then there was fire.
Fire bled from him; fell from his eyes, slid from his mouth.
It dripped from his very pores.
The force of the blast threw him easily and drove him into the ground. He felt as though his bones had suddenly become shards of glass for is teemed as though everything had been jolted from its place within him and the razor edges were driven into his skin. He tried to shout, but nothing came out, only closing his eyes and plunged into blackness. Six minutes until irreparable damage.
He was falling, the pull of gravity centered just below his shoulder blades, a slight pull dragging him ever deeper into the bottomless abyss that had opened up beneath him. There seemed to be a sudden heaviness that had placed itself upon his chest; a slight tightness that spread itself across his front originating in the cracks of his deformed sternum. It slowly seeped its fingers into his lungs
Medders Thesis: pt 1 - I am the NarratorMedders Thesis: pt 1 - I am the Narrator in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
§ I am the Narrator §
I am a scalpel, once made of iron and shiny silver now drenched in grime from being swallowed by the earth for so long. My blade has long since dulled and chipped in places. I wear a dress of green as I am finally pulled to light after sitting in that blackness with no sense of time. I am breathing air once more, liberated from the pit of suffocating darkness that had encased me. No more am I choking on dirt and mud, no more am I frozen in a coffin of dried, hard, earth around me. When the light seared my gaze, it hurt. When I was pulled up, the heat fell on me like a smothering rug. I had forgotten about it after so long. I had forgotten so much after so long.
First, there was water in the darkness; I had plunged into the hungry gullet of a well as punishment for a deed I did through no fault of my own. Then the well grew deeper and finally ran dry, the mud becoming my tomb as I lost all sense of time. When I
Medders Thesis: pt 3 - The MasterMedders Thesis: pt 3 - The Master in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
§ The Master §
My master’s name was Akil ibn Ghalib al-‘Attar. He was not a very tall man, and his skin was more light coffee colored than bronze or copper. His beard of deepest black was always meticulously groomed. He always bathed. H always kept his hands clean. He was always sure to patch his clothes should a tear appear at his robes or a loose thread appeared at his head wrap. Most everything on him was meticulously taken care of. Everything he did was meticulous.
His cheeks made valleys on his face and his brown eyes were normally tired looking as the dark lines hung below them. My master always seemed tired, caught in a constant battle with sleeplessness.
My master was also a very careful man. He was careful with his patients, he was careful with his work, he was careful with wielding me in making lesions and draining sores. He was careful with the other doctors at work, sometimes he was almost too careful. Timid is what he was sometimes, sometimes
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The sounds of gunfire and falling shells had started to fade for the evening, but the line of wounded coming in and going out, either patched as best as they could be or dead, seemed almost endless. The doctor was tired. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his wrist so as not to smear blood across his face and tried to recall the last time he had gotten more then a few forced hours of sleep. He had lost his watch a week ago anyway. It was cold in Russia. He did not like sleeping in the cold; for fear he would not awake in the morning.
One invalid out, another coming in. The two stretcher-bearers brought the wounded man suspended between them over to the doctor.
"Friedrichs..." the doctor barked to the head stretcher-bearer, "put him down, hurry."
The doctor stood poised and waiting as he took up the instrument of his orchestra, a battered pair of tiny forceps. His dark eyes wer
WeakIt started with the familiar tugging within the chest area. A black cloud began to loom over my body, sucking out the sunshine and making my smile fade slowly. I don't truly have a plausible reason as to why my body suddenly acts in this manner. It's sudden, harsh and unforgiving.Weak in Short Stories More Like This
I feel as if all strength has left my body. Emotionally and physically, I feel weak. More often than once I've succumbed to tears, not really understanding why. I feel that whenever I try to focus on happier memories, they're overshadowed by the darker and sadder memories I've picked up through my life.
This motion never really lasts very long, only a day at least. But when it comes, it's random, and I never expect it. Often I'm telling the people I care about that I'm fine, and I give them a smile, but inside, it's almost as if a crushing emptiness is threatening to overwhelm me.
Is this just ordinary 'blues'? Maybe. I'm no expert in emotional behaviour, but I know I often feel worthless at these points. I j
Candy and I - FadingShe had been feeling it for a while to be perfectly frank. That feeling of unease, of uncertainty. She had tried dismissing it as simple paranoia, but she was trying to fool herself. Something terrible was happening. She just didn't know what.Candy and I - Fading in Short Stories More Like This
Candy heaved a small sigh and ran her fingers through her messy blonde hair, wishing she could do something to shake the feeling of dread and despair which had washed over her. The rush of emotion she was currently feeling baffled her somewhat But why? It baffled her because she was SCARED and she didn't know why.
Slowly, tiredly, Candy lowered her hands to her lap and did a sudden double-take, her amethyst eyes widening in slight shock as she stared at her limbs. Shaking slightly, she raised her hands to her eye-level, and realized with a sudden sickening feeling, that she wasn't actually going insane. Her hands were see-through. She was fading. Forcing herself to stay calm, Candy stared blankly at her fading hands and briefly contemplated
Alvin's Birthday Present"Anything you can do, I can do better!"Alvin's Birthday Present in Short Stories More Like This
Six year old Tim Reville puffed out his chest proudly, ignoring the glare of the blonde girl before him. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was tapping her foot, an annoyed twitch in her eye.
"Oh really?" Candy asked, walking over and poking him in the chest with a single finger, her eyes narrowed. Tim let out a noise similar to that of a deflating balloon, and rubbed his chest with a wince, but nodded firmly.
"It's true! I can do everything better than YOU! I'm faster, cooler, stronger and just better than you!"
Candy took a deep calming breath and put her hands on her hips, a small pout making its way onto her face as she stared at her friend slash rival.
"And what makes you say that?" she asked, watching him closely. He seemed surprised by this question, having though it was obvious and shrugged as he answered.
"Because you're a girl!"
Before he knew what was happening, Tim was wrestled into the ground by his female frien
Yvaine - FriendYvaine had always resigned herself to the fact that she would never be able to speak. The doctors said it was impossible, and she had accepted that fact with a simple nod. She wouldn't miss not speaking, because how could you miss something you never had?Yvaine - Friend in Short Stories More Like This
It was frustrating however, to not be able to fully communicate her desires and needs to her family, and sometimes, she did wish she was able to speak so she could tell tell them what she wanted. But, she got through it with a smile, as she always did.
What hurt Yvaine most of all about being mute, was the way treated her. Just because she couldn't speak, it didn't mean she was deaf too. She wasn't a freak, she wasn't mentally retarded. She was just a thirteen year old without the ability to speak. She wasn't any less intelligent for it. She was smart, she was bright, and disregarding the bullies, she was happy.
Her siblings were protective of her due to this. Mainly Matt and Serena. Serena often made it clear that to pick on Yvaine w
Candy and I - LegacyCleaning the attic was simply one of those chores that was both tiring and invigorating all at once. On one hand, it was a long and exhausting process, pulling out boxes, throwing things away, cleaning The boring dull jobs no-one really enjoys. On a more positive side, if you stored memories in the attic, it was a place of wonderful way to find them again and reminisce.Candy and I - Legacy in Short Stories More Like This
That was Carys's main focus today. To search through and clean her attic, hoping for hold memories to resurface. It would be nice to just remember the old times, no matter what they were. Pulling an old box towards her, she opened it up, only to find old Christmas decorations in there. Shaking her head slightly, Carys glanced up as a small voice caught her attention.
"Mum, what's this?"
Pulling herself to her feet, the thirty-three year old walked over to her six year old daughter and smiled, bending down beside her. Wide blue eyes looked up at her, and the young brunette girl held out an old doll, which Carys took
With Blackbirds Following MeThey say that it's the soldiers who spill and see the most blood. I would have to openly disagree. While they're the ones who carry the guns and protect and defend our homeland, did they ever stop to see we're the ones striving to save it? They moan of their friends lost in battles they fought side by side, but they can never understand pains I've known. Emotionless, perhaps I amperhaps I need to be. But insideWith Blackbirds Following Me in Short Stories More Like This
Never shall they know the pain of losing a friend as I do. The pain of knowing you were the only one who had a chance to save him. And you couldn't
I glanced over my shoulder at the sound of his voice, the other young medic quickly entering our tent. He wasn't like the other soldiers around here, stiff and serious. Instead, he was carefree and wielded a smile on his face. Though happy to see him, I continue to frown, simply nodding my head to him.
He was a newly transferred boy to the front, and he had taken
Murders at WhitechapelIt was when the papers spoke of a second victim that Lawrence Caldwell decided to get on the case. It had been only about a week since the last attack by the Whitechapel Murderer, and the district papers couldn't stop talking about it. Amongst the graphic details of how Miss Chapman was brutally murdered were more assumptions of who the mysterious killer could be. Perhaps an Irish immigrant? Jew? "Pervert"? All were simply more targets of minorities to feed the imagination of gossip around Whitechapel. At least, that's how Lawrence saw it.Murders at Whitechapel in Short Stories More Like This
Adjusting the brim of his hat, Lawrence tucked the paper under his arm before heading down Wentworth Street. From the alleyways and corners, he could hear hushed whispers of the locals; women of their safety and men of the discovery of the killer so he too could be put to death. Lawrence rounded a corner into the street seller's section of townthe area inhabited mostly by Irish immigrants. His eyes skimmed up and down the vendors, hastily catch
Until I Smile At YouCold. That's all I felt surrounding me on the floor of the camp barracks. A cold so chilling there was a moment I swore I felt nothing at all. This is what dying must be fading into nothing. I closed my eyes, oblivious to the world. I coughed once, the feeling stinging my raw throat as I curled up. Nothing, I thought again, staring into the blackness behind closed eyes. That's all there'll be nothing.Until I Smile At You in Short Stories More Like This
But there was something. Rising up from beside me, I heard a gentle humming, a song that once was familiar. Memories stirred within my head, and upon the blackness that shrouded my vision, light began to swirl. I heard laugher ringing out through the fields and saw her face. Her smiling, happy face. It was before the madness and the violence, before the blood and before the tears. And it was before the stars stitched to not only the fabric, but to our very flesh, marking us forever. If only I could see her smile again, make her smile that was all I n
The Greatest Fic EverOne day, the Roarschack was walking randomly down the street when this random stranger jumped out in front of him and said, "Walter, i am a mysterious girl from your past who has now grown up into a beautiful young woman and i am secretly a vigilante and we need to be together because we're both vigilantes and we're both liek rlly messed up and we complete each other in our mutual messed-uppedness."The Greatest Fic Ever in Short Stories More Like This
"Rrrraaaarlllll," said the Roarschack.
Hideously rejected, the mysterious and bootiful young woman then went to hogwhutz.
"Pruffesser Snope," she said, "I am Voldermort's secret daughter that no one knew about and also Harry Potter's dark twin cousin. I can speak parsell tung and potions is my favorite class, we are compatible so won't you love me because I had an abused childhood where Voldemort killed my mom and because I'm technically not a legal adult and long flowing hair and green eyes which is mysteriously like someone else you knew and oh hey this is hogwhutz, a magical place
The Greatest Fic Ever Part 2When we last left off, our fair, beautiful and sassy heroine was slowly dying of un-attention.The Greatest Fic Ever Part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
A sociopathic murderer was busy eating his daily brains when a strange and mysterious girl went up to him.
"Soylar, hey Soylar," said she. "It is I, that long ago forgotten childhood friend that also had a troubled life and a dead mother. I also fantasize about blood and eating people and had issues at school and we were married in a past life but some Japanese otaku nerd screwed up the time continuum and now you can't remember-"
"Your brains, I shall eat them," said Soylar most wickedly as he attempted to saw open the top of her head with his middle finger. "Your sue powers will be most delici-oh dear GOD. It tastes like someone put plastic covered glittering shit in my mouth. I've eaten over 50 people and none of them are even vaguely resemble this festering camel vomit. Away with you!"
Soylar then flung her away where she then magically landed in space.
How to Win an ArgumentEveryone gets into arguments at some point in their life. Electronic communication receptacles are no exception. If anything, one is more -likely- to find that it is easier to become embroiled in an online argument than anything else.How to Win an Argument in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. CAP THAT If there's one sure-fire way to make a point stronger, it's typing in ALL CAPS. Considering that there are many instances when sound can't travel over the net, one must find the next best available way to be heard. This "next best" way is through "shouting," which just happens to be done online through typing in CAPS. Just like screaming, shouting, and general tantrum-throwing in real life, this method is a highly efficient method of making sure that your point gets across and makes you seem ten thousand times more valid and understandable. Additionally, it makes your argument come on more forcefully and shows the opposition you mean "serious fucking shit" with your side of things.
After all, loud noises work with dogs and small
For the Record: DianaSo she's pretty much my favourite britette out there and she's been through a lot and we all know the stories but what about them in Diana's perspective? We all get a chance to tell our own stories so I'm happy to introduce to every Diana!For the Record: Diana in Profiles More Like This
*Diana walks on with that signature wide smile on her face* *In a one shouldered short and tight dress that's silk and navy blue with big white pearls around her neck and matching navy blue heels with a silk bow* *She giggles and waves at the crowd sitting down on the sofa beside me*
Di: Oh my gosh *blows a kiss to the audience and smiles back at me* haha, hiya
Me: hello to you to, big audience today for you
Di: *nods* though I'm kind of upset you didn't introduce me as Mrs.Carter because seriously I come to these things just to hear that these days *giggles* just lifts my spirits a bit
Me: I apologise Mrs Carter, welcome to the show! So I suppose since you're so eager we can talk about Andy
Di: Really? You're gonna set me off?
Me: Yes, I'
Happy Birthday Shon!Happy Birthday Shon!Happy Birthday Shon! in Letters More Like This
So it's your birthday and originally I was going to do a more spectacular and amazing gift for example singing or just a video or a month long blog dedicated to you, I don't know I had a lot of ideas for your birthday this year but evidently fate has come to play and I am without internet the days leading up to your birthday, so unfortunately you are getting this letter but there is an upside because I express my feelings better in words anyway!
Before I even knew you as it were I literally worshipped your youtube page, I was the biggest fangirl, I admired you, I looked up to you, I tried to live up to what you had made of yourself online and to be honest none of that has changed throughout the years, of course I know you far better now, I know you as a person, I know that you would consider yourself as a mix of Alvin and Theodore for example and you know I adored just staring at clubchipmunk like dreaming of being that awesome but I truly think that if I had staye
I BELIEVEI Believe.....in Santy Clause. And I believe in the nine little reindeer that pull his sleigh!I BELIEVE in Humor More Like This
And I Be-lieve! in the little elves, that make the toys, for the little boys and girls on
Christmas. And I Believe...that sugar.....makes you fly.
And I Believe in the most important thing a per-son can believe in.....
Gives You WINGS!
Vampire WomanShe walks throught the trees on silent feet.Vampire Woman in Free Verse More Like This
Like fog creeping over the river.
In a clearing you will find her.
She sits upon a bloodstained rock
basking in the moonlight.
Her eyes, black as night,
Reflect the demon inside her soul.
How she is condemned,
to forever be graced by night.
A life of shadow and darkness,
Of pleasure from other's fear.
A life sustained by the flesh
and blood of mortals.
She is one of the Undead.
Trapped by the curse of Nosfuratue.
Goodra Vore - Taking in Mawile"No, no, and NO!!!" a Machoke bellowed, "We DON'T need another reporter for PNF!!! Meowth is the ONLY new reporting Pokemon we will ever need. Now leave, before I toss you out myself!!!"Goodra Vore - Taking in Mawile in Short Stories More Like This
"BUT THIS ISN'T FAIR!!!" a Mawile cried, "PSYDUCK SAID HE WOULD AT LEAST HAVE AN INTERVIEW WITH ME!!!" The small Pokemon was angrily stomping her foot in protest, The Machoke smirked. "Oh, he did, did he?!" He suddenly grabs the Mawile, holding her firmly, as she struggles to get free. "Listen you!!!" he grunts, "If I let Psyduck interview every last smuck who finds their way here, this building would be destroyed by having them all waiting here at once!!! I'M the real authority, when it comes to helping manage Pokemon News Flash on the Pokemon Channel, so it will be ME who decides who gets hired!!! Now BEAT IT!!!" He purposely uses Seismic Toss to chuck her through a window! She withers in pain, struggling to get up... her eyes burning with determi