“I’ve seen those funny hopscotches all over town.” She said. “So has Yvonne and Angie. We talked about them. They have little stars and moons drawn next to them. Sometimes comets, too.”
Ben rubbed his head in confusion, “But I thought, I thought it been you girls who was drawing them.”
“Oh no,” Sarah declared, “Those things are for babies. We don’t play with the hopscotches anymore. We just notice them cause they’re so pretty. I don’t think it’s the little girls drawing them though. They’re too nice. Angie couldn’t even draw one so pretty and she’s real goo
Arrow stared ahead. The pointed stick was extended before her as she paced carefully around the giant spider; a plump belly the size of Arrow’s head and legs protruding to create a circumference double that size. The creature clicked its mandibles threateningly.
The word seemed to drift along the soft current of air. It rustled through the leaves and twisted around Arrow’s ears.
Use the Anger…
“Shut up,” Arrow spat. That voice was really starting to annoy her quite considerably. How could giving into anger possibly help?
Arrow jumped back as the spider scuttled forward. She thrust her s
Crocodile eyes shed crocodile tears,
Crocodile mouth, crocodile fears.
At the bank it waits;
statue basking in the sun.
Crocodile hunt is crocodile fun.
A movement in the shadows.
Crocodile smiles at crocodile lunch.
Together since the world began, the madman and the lover - Discovered by allied troops written on a latrine wall at Dachau
Doomed centuries before his own creation
To have a mind of such high desire
The madman consumed by his own realm
Went in search of the divine
She who knew only how to adore
Did to him most often not exist
Blindly drawn to be his shadow
She would trail till the end was met
And so they went. He with a question
No other dared to evaluate
And she with a heart so full of compassion
That it would be her ruin
Together since the world began
Reincarnate to live through every man
Found My ORIGIONAL!
The Madman and
For too long, there has been silence. The mindless fancies of fools have plagued the world of the wicked. But the time draws near again; the shadows lengthen.
For the voice hath proclaimed that it shall be so!
The kin of the dark path feel the need stir within. They rise with the bloodlust coursing through their veins. The time has come.
No longer shall the ignorant laze idly in the sun. They shall run in fear as the world is consumed. A dark plague turns to cover the light.
Few shall feel an awakening within. Their spirits shall join in a dance with the night. Like lovers, they shall embrace this force. With their mind's eye, see it for
Standing at the threshold, it comes to me. A blinding light, a force so intense it leaves me breathless. As I struggle to regain my composure, my eyelids flicker open. The world lies before me. It glitters invitingly. A labyrinth of opportunity stretches before my eyes; the world is mine to assume.
And then the uncertainties…
I am not afraid of the world, nor am I confused as to my future career. It is all neatly laid out in my mind, waiting to begin. But it cannot begin.
Due to circumstances beyond my control, now is not the opportune moment to start my tertiary education. The world begins to shut down around me. I am forced into a corner
As the grey mist parts, the world expands before me.
I see you...
Breath caught in my throat.
Desires issue forth:
To feel, to be…
…one with you
My heart races…
Body rushes forth.
But you are not there:
A Ghost of your image assaults me.
My hand passes through…
Nothing more than a trick of the light.
I am caught…
In this maze I stumble on.
An enemy to myself
My mind’s design
I am denied…
It was the summer of ’69. A blue and green, checked, plaited skirt barely covered the supple legs that stretched gracefully across the well-manicured lawn. A pair of black, buckle sandals lay discarded next to the youthful body; a pair of tiny white socks tucked neatly inside. Joyous laughter trilled through the air as the girl closed her eyes and tilted her head back, feeling the soft summer breeze play across her rosy cheeks. As her painted toes dug into the stark green grass, the girl grinned gleefully. She was in love.
Her thoughts drifted to the boy. Of average height, his eyes held a dark intensity. The keen mind and inquisitive n
From the shadows she rises. The slumber has been too long. Her muscles ache with need. Her body yearns for the feel of cold steel against sweat drenched flesh.
An expression of intense satisfaction lights across her face as she feels once more the embrace of hard leather. In her fist she clutches the silver medallion slung around her neck; she raises this to her lips. Eyes closed, she kisses it gently. An orb of passionate red radiates outward.
A warm glow fills the room. Sinister shadows dance along the walls. Adrenaline courses through her veins.
She is ready.
As the mist parts, a dark silhouette can be seen. Though a
Pyrus groaned into his pillow as the sound of bells tolling drifted across the morning air. His mind hurt. It was not his head, the physical pain was bearable; this was different. He groaned again as he recounted the night before. It had been a stupid thing to attempt and he knew this now, but the book had made it seem so simple! Pyrus buried his head deeper into his pillow. Gods! It was just a candle, a small flame!
A cold shiver swept through his body as he thought about what would have happened had he attempted to control a fully fledged furnace. Balancing a flame on his palm was easy. As a babe, he would sit entranced by the fire. Not lo
Although barely a few minutes had passed, it felt like an eternity to Pyrus. A tall man with thinning grey hair strode into the dorm, followed hurriedly by the friend Pyrus was certain he would never see again. The man walked with a purpose, with confidence. This was a man who demanded respect, because he knew he deserved it. Pyrus tried to stare back into the endless grey eyes that inspected him. I’m not afraid of you, he tried to say, but the gaze was too cold, too precise. Pyrus shut his eyes in shame.
Without warning a piercing pain ripped up his spine. He arched his back as the ice daggers stabbed their way up, moving towards his m
Vincent slapped wildly at the screeching alarm hanging precariously close to the edge of a small wooden bookcase on which it stood. He did not reach the desired object. Instead Vincent plummeted five feet from top bunk to floor, crashing into the scale model of Mordor he had been laboring over for months. A small wail escaped his semi conscious self as a tear dropped onto a ferocious looking orc. Vincent cradled the pint sized beast as he sobbed over his terrible luck.
No, today is different, Vincent mused to himself.
And indeed it was a day of monstrous importance to the pimple scarred man that cowered in the shadow of his bunk bed. Today
What is a life?
A life, mind, not life itself
rather the singular entity, sentient body
breathing, eating, pulsing, thinking.
Is it a purpose
a decisive constant action aimed
towards an end, perhaps fullfilment
perhaps respect, perhaps destiny?
Is it a knowledge
a vitality, a feeling that you are here
now were and always will be
something to someone someplace?
Is it an inevitability
the product of two others
of a chain with multiple links
sacrifices easily suffered by the whole?
And if it is a purpose
is it not defeated in death,
ridiculed and finally pointless
a means to an end eradicated
by the only en
Tender kisses on your lips.
Soft wet trail and hands on hips.
Gently trembling, patient slow.
Inner lava starts to flow.
Stronger, clenching, aching, close.
Hot hard breath between us both.
Gentle whispers, hidden threat.
Grinding bodies bathed in sweat.
Surprised by lust so naked raw
The wanton me so briefly saw.
Turned on by harsh words softly said
The eager wanting in my head.
My teeth touch you, so careful, smooth
Yet quickly, fierce, with strength I move.
My nails rake lines upon your skin
This passion, burning, twisted sin.
My no growled low in panting tones
Hips betray thrust deep and slow.
My fury feeds you, the fire
You may have noticed (no, probably not, who comes on here anyways? :P) That I have deleted a bunch of my stuff. I'm cleaning up. I want to port to a new DA account and start fresh. Most of what was on here was random playing around and kinda crappy. :P
It will probably be a bit before I have the new account ready and active. I DO plan to be very active. Hence the fresh start and all.
Hehe, see you there. :P
Yup... and I think I'm pretty happy with it. It's been sent to relevant peoples to check for silly mistakes that late night typing generally results in, but I think it should be mostly "hole proof." I must say it's considerably different to the initial first chapter and I pretty much rewrote the whole thing. It's good tho. I feel happy, my head feels sore and I've only got loads more work ahead. But chapter one is down. This is good. :)
It's official folks... i, me... Mrs Amanda Acton CrazyConfuzing Confuzzled one (thats how it will appear on the cover :P), has one by draft copy of the next big thing! That's right... I've punched out just over 42,000 words and they actually follow a plot and everything! Yay for having a draft!
In saying that, Now the difficult work starts... Chapter for chapter... editing and reworking so that everything actually makes sense to someone other than me. :P
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