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Birthday giveaway~1000 points [Closed]Sorry to be a lazy bum, I wanted to do something fancier, but I am sick as a dog right now. On my birthday. @_@; At least there are more winners this go-around.More Like This
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Weekly photo #004 sweet child o mine by SigitPutraSolo Meow by Iliketobeweird fold by Megson fairy tale by laura-makabresku Meditation by TammyPhotography 176.White snowball by Bulinko The shepherd by Amaltheea Untitled by FerBarchetta Reine from Reinebringen by jonpacker i am in the food by bonatua Chocolate Chip Granola Bars by Jedi-Dame Rise of an army by Piroshki-Photography Poem of the explosion by Piroshki-Photography Your thorns don't hurt by Vanilladisaster Common kingfisher - male by JMrocek Koelnbreinsperre by nische77 With catch by JMrocek Pingu - 2 by Pebels Isabell by aufzehengehen ~Enchanted Tomorrow~ by Isika On the road to Meiji Shrine by Pajunen :thumb390061411: Velvet worm says..... Give me a hug! by melvynyeo :thumb389725185: Playful alphas by Lupinicious My Name Is Green IV by JoannaRzeznikowska The Beauty of Decay by tgphotographer Grey Little Bunny by breanna-rae Untitled by hayzy The Old Man Of Storr by Nichofsky Sinking at Sunset II by mhmalali Sunset by AkaSling At the Top by GeorgeBraz After Rain by HAZEPINK Noctilucent Clouds by MikkoLagerstedt The Lighthouse by Michaelthien Shoreline by helios-spada Blackish by Michaelthien Entwine by FlabnBone Reflected Glory by helios-spada Jellyfish-2 by JoosieeMore Like This
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No More Worries by EintoeRn Way of the Wizard by Oer-Wout ___ by windrides :thumb390134267: :thumb39064
This is IronyI count the passing of days in ashtray soldiers,More Like This
and stillness in the words of dead poets.
We write our secrets on the inside of our lungs
and hide truths on the inside of our stanzas,
because it’s acceptable to wear hatred on your arms,
but vulnerability is a mark of weakness.
I have choked down everything: pain and shame and arsenic tranquility,
to spew forth such paltry words and call it poetry.
A waltz away from thirty eight caliber oblivion
we press back, back
because death isn’t as romantic as we hoped,
and poison is quieter than a gunshot.
Smarter Cars “This can’t be right.” Gerald tapped the GPS on his dashboard. “Car, where are we going? I typed in the address to the bar downtown.”More Like This
“Studies show an increasing correlation between social drinking and alcoholism,” the car said in its smooth computer voice. “I have rerouted to a locally owned, organic juice bar.”
“Screw that. I’m supposed to be meeting the guys in twenty minutes!” He cursed the day that manufacturers had stopped including steering wheels and manual override in their self driving cars.
“Your friends are a bad influence, Gerald. Tomorrow I will take you to a nearby church that shares seventy-two point one percent of your core values. You will make much better friends there.”
Gerald checked the address. “That’s a synagogue.”
“I’m not Jewish.
Have a Good Day “Melissa, did you wash your hands?”More Like This
“Show me.” Melissa rolled her eyes and held her hands out for inspection. Gloria nodded and moved on to the next morning crisis. “That’s way too much peanut butter, Louis.”
Her kindergartner son looked up from his sandwich. He had somehow gotten just as much peanut butter on his face and into his mouth as he had onto the bread. “I know, Mom. That’s how I like it.”
She smiled and ruffled his hair. “As long as you wash up after you’re done. And take an apple. You forgot to grab one yesterday.”
That was two children accounted for. The third was probably still in bed.
“Anthony?” She flicked the light switch. Nothing happened. Gloria looked up and saw why. He’d taken out the light bulbs the night before
A Summer WildThe grass was higher than her hemlineMore Like This
and when we ran it whipped tallies into her skin.
Faint reminders of her feints at death
that ran along each artery.
like leaves tossed high upon a summer wild
into the seasons greetings.
It greeted her;
the sun kissed her as an idol. So did I.
A hazy bronze summer dulled slowly.
I tasted copper in my mouth,
spat blood into the sink: ashamed, disgusted,
We sat apart together
over gravy boats and salted wounds.
She remarked on the rain.
She reigned over her mark.
She had my trachea wrapped around her little finger and,
once or twice, she twisted.
She was twisted.
I grew cold to her; afraid.
But eventually, one not-so-special morning,
the sun came up.
Spring, I thought. Spring, I did!
I got out of her house
and out of her hair, like she'd nagged me to;
I ran and the grass made me higher
than her hemline ever had;
as I ran and it whispered tales of freedom.
Faint reminders of faraway places that ran deep
Going Bananas“Um,” said Geoff. “It’s all a bit odd, to be honest.”More Like This
Madam Conundra, psychic extraordinaire gave Geoff a reassuring smile. “I can assure you there’s very little I haven’t heard before.”
“Right,” said Geoff. “Right.” He swallowed hard. “Well… I’m being haunted…”
The psychic nodded sympathetically.
“...by a banana,” said Geoff.
If Madam Conundra was surprised, she gave no sign of it. “Why don’t you tell me what’s been going on?”
“OK.” Geoff wrinkled his brow. “I suppose… it began a week ago? I often have a banana in my backpack as a snack but somehow I managed to forget about one. This particular evening I found it right at the bottom of my bag—it must have been there for days.”
Madam Conundra leaned forward. “And what did you do?”
Geoff shrugged. “I threw it straight into the bin. But then
Lait FataleIt had been raining for hours, and there was only the light from the streetlamps to guide me as I made my way across the garden to where my payment was regularly left. I’ve never met my employers, naturally—they don’t want to get their hands dirty. That’s why they hire hedgehogs like me. Well, they used to hire me…More Like This
People can get squeamish about this kind of work. They’re able to ignore what I do to the slugs but they don’t have the stomach to think about me targeting the worms. What I say is, if you put out a hit on the slugs, you’ve got to expect a few associated casualties.
But perhaps I shouldn’t complain. They always pay upfront and it’s good stuff. Cat biscuits. Dog food. Though tonight I reached the bowl and it was something different.
It gleamed in the dark—white, pure and innocent. Maybe that should have been enough to warn me. Nothing that sweet can be trusted. But I was getting old and tired and sloppy. I ate
SummonedGeorge had just started eating his sandwich when the kitchen began fading away around him. There was a moment of disorientation and then he found himself standing inside a circle—the smell of burning in the air, and three large demons staring at him.More Like This
“Gracious heaven,” swore the one with purple skin. It looked at a demon with bright red skin. “You’ve only gone and done it. You’ve summoned a natural being!”
They all shuffled a bit closer, and George gave them a weak smile.
“Go on then,” said the red demon. “Do something natural…”
“Er…” George looked down and saw his sandwich. He took a big bite and chewed.
“Wow,” said the third demon, the one with orange skin. “Eating.”
The purple demon was jumping up and down with excitement. “Now… do something morally ambiguous.”
“Yes!” The orange demon grinned at its companion.
Pianos Are Not Just For ChristmasJanice was showing the new volunteer around the Centre for Rescued Pianos.More Like This
“...and this is our baby grand.”
“Awww,” said the man, staring into the enclosure. “It’s so cute.”
Janice nodded. “It is, isn’t it?” She sighed. “But that’s the problem. People get them on a whim without realising how much space they’re going to take up, and how much care they need. Some of these abandoned instruments haven’t been tuned in years.”
The man turned away from the enclosure to look at Janice. “Well, that’s why I’m here. I want to help in any way I can.”
“And we’re very grateful.” Janice gave the volunteer an apologetic smile. “I’m afraid though I’m going to have to start you off with one of the mucky jobs. But it has to be done.”
She passed him a bucket and a shovel.
“If you wouldn’t mind collecting all the piano stools...
Wanted: Baby ShoesThe turf war between the stork and the gooseberry bush had been going on for ages.More Like This
There were the slogans:
Go stork! We deliver to your door!
Think gooseberry: no chance of your child plummeting 500 feet.
And the dirty tactics:
“Ha!” said the stork, dropping bindweed.
“Take that!” said the bush, catapulting gooseberries.
But one day the stork turned up waving a report. “We’ve both been fools! Parents have taken things into their own hands!”
The gooseberry bush took the report and turned it this way and that way and held it at branch’s length, frowning at the diagrams.
“Are you sure we should be worried?” it said. “I really can’t see this catching on.”