tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81046686768439589372011-07-30T09:11:59.206-04:00The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit. Bible: John 3:8lone leafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305544560950603666noreply@blogger.comBlogger711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104668676843958937.post-64616021323537612252010-09-16T18:21:00.003-04:002010-09-16T18:25:29.803-04:00

I saw my father's sad eyes look away, his hand reaching for his broken heart unconsciously. The spark of light in my eyes had gone out, and it hurt him. I don’t want to hurt him, I only want to live. But I can not live his way. If he knew the length of path I’ve taken it would kill him. I couldn’t do that to him. I had to make sure I played the part right and well in his company, as much as it

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I swallowed the lump in my throat, and tried hard to settle the fear in my heart. I forced my eyes to look again at what so shattered me. That was indeed my face in the mirror. With newfound lines and wrinkles and dark circles around my eyes. I touched the thin skin under my eyes gingerly, fearing it would only darken more, and I felt the ache in the joints of my fingers, crack in my wrist, the

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Too much too oftenToo little now doneToo old too fastToo naive I'm wokenIn heart in silenceIn tears for the oneEnraged in hatredIn bitterness I've becomeIn smiles in eyesIn lies I runA ghost to mostAn old life I shunFree from He and theyand we, I've comeI've lived, I diedI'm risen a new sun

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Just staring at this horrible white screen. This ugly white box of infinite realities daring me to take a stab at playing god. Telling me that I could not create a world worth surviving in.Oh that's easy, I tell my screen. I can invent people and make them suffer for the sake of the plot line. Or for the fun of making them suffer. Because their misery would only make mine so much easier to handle

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I stood behind the thick velveteen curtains, watching the coronation of the new prince. The king and queen sat on golden and diamond studded thrones. The crowns of high nobles with olive skin and long black hair sat with their heads raised high. The servants scurried about, shaven like hairless babes with no eyebrows and plucked eyelashes, pale as ghosts, with eyes the color of a cloudy sky.I was

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Have you ever eaten so much of something that the very thought of it makes you want to hurl? These were my people. My friends, my family, my life, my history. Me.I sat at the very back the room, waiting for the discussions to wane and crowds to disperse. I wanted my living room back. Even more than that, I wanted my silent, peaceful bitterness and resentment back."What do you think, Emma?"Darren

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There has been a longing, unyieldingAn emptiness, unceasingResting in the place you once wereAn emptiness that clouds my eyesA longing, ever growing in sizeFestering since our affairI left you in pain, with no way to copeI left you in anger, but mostly with hopeThat for once you would come to meI waited for years upon yearsI shed millions of tearsWhen I saw what would never again beI come back to

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I woke up this morning, and I felt beautiful. I fixed my hair, and I felt beautiful. I put on some make up, and I felt beautiful. I wore my favorite shirt, and I felt beautiful. I threw on my favorite jeans, and I felt beautiful.I walked outside and embraced the sun, and I felt beautiful. I said salaam to a sister, and I felt beautiful. I said salaam to a brother, but I did not feel beautiful.Why

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plight of the mute
I find myself yet again gripped by the fear of permanence. The fear of entrapment. I cannot be unfree. I have lived too long as a one-woman society to open the gates to a stranger. To an unfamiliar being of a different species who cannot mirror my heart.
This, the binding of a heart too content in solitude. Too content with temporary association. Perhaps, a result of knowing

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God, if only the rain would let up. The pitter pattering was so fast that the sound was deafening. It was hot and wet, and the stench of squashed earthworms was nauseating. I turned the corner at 4th and Lennox and was immediately suffocated by the loss of light. I wasn’t used to this.I nearly tripped to the sound of meowing cat, scattering away from me. I must have stepped on its tail. Serves

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Esai stood in line at the airport. He was so tired. So tired, and so angry. He hated going to the airport. They had a massive energy force-field subduing all powers to prevent any kind of terrorism, but it took it’s toll on the people’s energy. Every flight was full of knocked out passengers. There were no pilots, all planes were remote controlled from the Air Force Base, so any drama on flight

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Myka paced about on the roof of the apartment complex. The faux rock gravel crunched with every step. The moonlight barely found its way through the thick gray clouds, but it was just enough to alleviate the suffocation of darkness. A cold wind rushed in and threatened to toss her over the edge of the roof, but Myka stopped and planted her feet, resisting the pull.It was a painful cold. It should

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The late afternoon air was still, calm. Not many people here in Old Towne Alexandria. It was warm. A cool breeze nudges me gently and passes on. I crossed my legs indian style on the bench, book in hand, and i watched the world.Tires screetched as the Lancer turned too quickly down Queen St. A Mitsubishi Lancer, one of 75 limited edition EVO's, 5 speed manual transmission, Chrome silver with blah

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I heard the loud metal clang reverberate through the empty hallway. Finally, another living being within a square mile. My mouth watered until it stung. Maybe I’d be fed today.The footsteps paced slowly, too slowly for my malnourished body. I blinked back the tears quickly. I couldn’t afford to lose any water from my body.I crawled towards the invisible barrier, not sure where it actually was,

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Esai Skye crouched quietly on the roof of the building, watching. The Tank was attacking viciously. He lifted cars and tossed them. He uprooted streetlights and flung them. Bullet danced around his attacks skillfully and adeptly, but he wasn’t fighting back. He was stalling, waiting to find the Tank’s weak-spot before making a move.Bullet has to wedge in a hit either on the Tank’s palm or the

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Poor Miss Williamson. She had no siblings. Her parents died when she was 14. She never married. Never bore children. She never even had any pets.Miss Williamson spent her life working in a bookstore stockroom. She lived on minimum wage and made it work. Now she’s living on social security, and she’s still making it work. With regular nurse visits and Meals on Wheels, she never even needed to

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“But I was so careful!” I shouted at myself.Cold sweat began to form on my brow. I quickly wiped it. The sweat began to form again. This ass seemed to want to take his time. I wiped my forehead again. I felt a seizure starting to brew up in my head, the flashing blue and red lights were nauseating me. I closed my eyes tightly and controlled my breathing. If Maya were to wake up, everything would

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Previously, on this untitled story:Part 1: Adam was a government-enlisted bounty hunter who was burn-listed by his superiors for killing a decorated army general. He was beaten to a bloody pulp and left for dead by a bus stop in a desert. Upon waking and exploring this desert, he finds that there isn’t another soul or even another tree for miles on end. When dying of thirst and desperation, Adam

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Part 1.The pain screamed from every joint, individually, collectively. It seemed like a bulldozer had run me over and left me crushed to dust. Dust and hot, hot, dry air. I coughed a cloud of dust out of my lungs, I sneezed it out, I tried to cry it out but there was no moisture within me. The sun beat down hard on my back. The haze cleared as my self-propelled dirt clouds settled. They seem to

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“You’re right,” Baz’rafel said, “All you need to know is that God IS, God is Absolute, Outside of the bounds of creation, Beyond your judgments or your questions. You accept it, you work with what you have, and you continue.“They don’t teach you this in religion because it will create an inoperative society. Hope is necessary. Liken it to keeping gears oiled.”I turned and faced him.“I need you to

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It was the unspoken words that grated at life. It was the unyielding, unwavering truth hidden only by blinded eyes and nothing more. It is the loss of opportunity and the destruction of souls that results from such unspoken words. And it is fear that succeeds above all.When fear succeeds, it latches deep claws into a soul, gathering strength from every refused opportunity. It is fear that appeals

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Open doors on open floorsWith no stairs leading toBrightened days from sunny raysAnd walls have barred the viewIf truth was false and lies held ruthTo what day would we come?The wrongs will us to weep in songOf a world that’s come undoneOpen hearts in hidden partsCast in cemented roomsDarkened ways with thorny straysFester within her woundsIf hope led down the slippery slopeTo what day would she

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Not my world.. I don’t want it.I’ve ripened and rotted within a moment, bruised and tossed about by those around me. My peers succeed with the golden beauty they have cultivated at my expense, and I cannot compete. Awaiting my end, I make no effort to escape. The world hustles past me, pushing me off the ledge, getting farther. I am fallen, flattened. I prayed in my pain that I was free of the

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why am I here and why are you counseling me?”The coyote’s ears twitched violently. “Just do what I ask you to do. You’ll know what you need to know whenever it is that you know it. Just think back.”I closed my eyes and thought back to the days of sex, drugs, and alcohol. I knew those were my own actions and never denied them. Was there ever a time when I blamed satan? No. But there were times

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Open your eyes. Open them. OPEN YOUR EYES!Why won’t they open? With your hands you aim for your face and feel for where your eyes should be. With your finger you slowly reach for your eyelids to pry them open and feel the soft squish of your eyeball, and the sting accompanying it.“They’re already open,” you groan, blinking away the dirt. But you can't see anything. You look around for any

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Pulsing, raging heat is coursing through you, starting from your gut and exploding. You can’t stop the haze in your vision, like you’re staring at the world through the wafting heat of a fire. You close your eyes, but the vertigo only gets worse. Grit your teeth, swallow hard, force down that acidic bile. You need to plan your next move.You heard him earlier, humming from behind you, towards the

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“It was you, you idiot. You lost your girlfriend and you were praying. Now I have to fix this mess before my death else I’m doomed to eternity with the Demon I dedicated my life to overthrowing.”He nudged the Qur’an over to me with his nostrils.“Have you been reading?”“Sort of. I still don’t see what I have to do with your plans to overthrow satan.”“I’ve no plans to take his place in hell, I’ve

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I felt my heart thud a single, emphasized beat. I spun around quickly, hitting north, south, east, and west, and saw nothing but the same endless dirt with varying degrees of light. I had never ventured this far from the burrow before, and now any path I choose can take me to my death via thirst and a general sense of hopelessness.The invisible man hadn’t come to visit in what seemed like weeks.

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It took me so long to remember what had happened. It must have been hours since the bus left, since the sun set. I sat rested on the dirt road leaning on the bus stop sign. Not a car drove past to witness my catatonic state. Catatonic and bloodied, unraveled and undressed.I stared at the set of keys my dirt caked fingers were woven into, catching glints from the barely there moonlight. The

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Demise of a Control FreakI’m running. I’m running so hard that my heels grab the earth and my toes thrust the world behind me. I control the earth’s rotation. If I changed direction around the biosphere would explode. It is not death I fear. It is life. Regardless of what heaven/hell/afterlife may really be or whatever religion tells me, I want nothing more than to rest my head in prostration at

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Time was running short. I only stood because they had lost me in the weaving trees, allowing me time to hide what I could. Nothing mattered anymore. I was discovered, so I would be eliminated and my work would be destroyed. But the problem was, if they found evidence then they would go after Allie simply because of her relation to me. It couldn’t be.I doused my makeshift office with gasoline,

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Something deep in my subconscious helped me duck and dodge appropriately; I was on cruise control. I didn’t see the branch I ducked under, or the cars I weaved in between, or the rolling trashcan I jumped over. I didn’t even notice I’d left the city. I just ran. Ran so hard and so fast that my own two feet controlled the rotation of the earth. I wondered if I changed direction, would all the

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She slammed the mug onto the table, spilling coffee over the already stained tablecloth. Black lipstick stained the cigarette between her fingers, number 12 of sixteen. She had spent the entire afternoon eyeing the young gothic barista with the lip ring and the eyeliner and the bad spike and dye job. She eyed him until he had finished his rounds and made his way to her table.He paused and stared

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I love the clouds. The depths of gray and thickness of white were poetry to me eyes. Clouds pregnant with rain, swollen near bursting, racing amongst themselves at speeds that make you recognize that the world is indeed spinning.I take the manmade structures blocking my vision and replace them with fierce crashing waves. Frothing, foaming. The warm breeze embraces me in spite of the winter season

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He opened the rear passenger seat and sat inside, slamming the door shut. His stench was putrid and it seemingly emanated entirely from the dreadlocks on his head. He had one lazy eye and a scraggly gray beard. I stared at him in my rearview mirror and he stared back, his expression entirely blank. The cars behind me began to honk as I hadn’t moved through the green light. The man in the backseat

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Derrick stood silently, unable to move. He felt a numbing sensation waft from his scalp to his toes, raising every single hair on his body. The edges of his vision fuzzed, he could only see directly in front of him, at a scene he so horribly wanted to turn away from, but couldn’t. What he witnessed knocked the air out of him, and he couldn’t breathe.Sound was muffled, but he heard the disgusting

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My early days of drawing. Not that I've gotten any better... but still!

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My heart welcomes the breeze and I fall into her embraceDrowning myself into her fleeing furyMy lungs are filled with the cool moist airI lie upon the earth facing the dark purple skyThe leaves of trees rustle loudlyCheering the racing cloudsThe wind, she beckons meWhipping the hair from my faceExhilaratingShe showers me with purityI feel every dropletI hear every spatterI become rainDarkness

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Did I hate her?Yes. Yes I did. I more than hated her; she was repulsive to me. I couldn't look at her without gritting my teeth suppressing an anxiety attack.No matter what I did to repress these feelings, no matter what she did right, no matter what prescription I was on- I could not rid myself of my hatred for her.I remember when I first fell in love with her. We met at a social gathering at an

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I drew these using Macromedia's FLASH. It was fun!

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The night was heavily silent. In the depths of the forest, the only sound that could be heard was the splatter of blood and brains, showering dead trees. A face paled. Honey golden eyes glazed over. A body collapsed. It was only a moment’s time before her ears plugged again from the pressured quiet. She needed noise.Arynne took the gasoline and dumped it haphazardly on the child. The splashing of

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I knew I was going to hurl. And I knew it wasn't just going to be average puking, it would be projectile vomit that would most assuredly hit one of my closests friends in the face, and she was a good distance across from me. It was fortunate that I had not eaten that morning, else I would have been in a very embarrassing state. I needed to get away from everyone fast.I braced myself with the

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Samwell took a deep breath and attempted to control his raging desires. She was all he could think about. Everyday, every night, while he worked, while he slept, every moment of every day. He had to put an end to this, it wasn’t fair. Ethil ignored him for the most part and was no longer the light of his eyes. He was bored of her. His job has become monotonous and getting drunk at the local inn

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“I can hear my heart pounding so hard I think blood might gush out of my ears.”“I knew we shouldn’t have come today, I don’t know why you forced me into this.”“Well there’s no way we can get out now.. not without walking right in front of him.”“What’s that next to yo-OW!”“What?”“I just hit my head on the inner staircase thing, whatever the hell it is.”“You ok?”“Yeah, what’s that next to you?”“

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I near drove into oncoming traffic on my way home this afternoon. My heart felt hollow, my face blank, any activity at all was labored, and not due to my health. I knew he loved me, I knew he did. How could he be leaving me? And with nothing? Ten years of silent passion.. to end with hearsay from a friend?Years and years of du’aas.. of qiyams, of extra fasts, of extra charities.. all waiting for

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He is crouched down on the ground, bouncing on his toes. One knee neared the ground, the other set in front of him. Three fingers on each hand touching the floor. Jaw set, he bulls-eyes a spot on the wall and takes in a prepping breath. He starts.Left foot, heel, toe. Right foot, heel, toe. Sprint by sprint he propels himself by the yards. His vision starts a blur and becomes nothing but a

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It was a gray van, Ford E350, parallel parked on the side of the street. It was a narrow street with a grassy median, and specifically planted trees held up by metal bars. Cars were parked all along the side of the streets; I wasn’t sure why I picked the Ford.I walked across the median towards it and saw a large stuffed rabbit sitting in the passenger seat, fully dressed in overalls and a straw

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Anoura stood unmoving at the center of the bridge, looking out into the vast desert wasteland. The ground lit by the orange twin moons, she saw the hoofprints leading long through the rippled sand and disappearing as the dunes fell. The gentle breeze crept past her, alerting only the long black curls that have tumbled past her shoulders.She takes in a deep sigh, filling her lungs to their utmost

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Nashwa turned on her iPod and started on her nightly run down Main Street. The playlist started with No Quarter by Led Zeppelin, her idol in the material world. Nothing like burning off every anxiety in life with a good run and good music. She squirted Propel fitness water into her mouth and quickly worked up her heart rate, passing by her favorite used record store. She had traded in all her

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"I'll take this one," he shouted, and began working. He chopped the steak, onions and green pepper and threw them on the skillet, frying them in high grade peanut oil; dashing them with random spices. He topped it with cheese, let it melt, and tossed it on both toasted foot long subs. He then accessorized the tray and brought it out to face his victim.John Hammond, age 47, 5'9, 260 lbs, Caucasian

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I knew it was evil the moment I laid eyes on it. The spawn of satan, it was; staring at me with that grimace, that seething hatred of all that is good, just waiting to catch me unawares and ring its heart out, tormenting the very fiber of my sanity.I knew the moment I bolted towards the exit it would trap me. I sat across from it, contemplating my next move should it attack. I didn't have the

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I'm in love with a wall.He was really good at softening blows. After bracing yourself for the worst, you fall onto an orgasmic pillowy cushion of compliments. It’ll catch you off guard with its sweetness. Lay on this cushion long enough and you’ll definitely feel the thorns of rejection and insult and disdain.I don’t know how he does it, but I know I shouldn't care any more. 2 years and running.

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Cliché, was the truest word I could use. I was empty, devoid of tears. I saw my reflection on the mirrored wall, and where my torso should have been was a black putrid decaying self destructing hole. Who ever said, “it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all” needs a good kick in the ‘nads. It’s better not to know what you’re missing. Pleasantly ignorant. Did he think of

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Stanford called me to his office. No doubt it was about my slamming the door this morning. Everyone told me I had attitude problems that needed to be adjusted. I knew it too, I just didn’t care. I need people to stop doing the shit things they do that pissed me off.I walked into Stanford’s office. He took his time before acknowledging my presence. It was a well known psych trick to keep people on

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[00:00] White clouds of smoke billowed throughout the room under a haze of orange lighting. Taking in another swag of the sweet intoxicating mixture, she let her head rest against the wall, [00:10] being taken to higher realms. For a moment she lost tangible feeling, everything centered and focused in her mind. Nothing mattered.The steady triphop beat of Garbage streamed into the background,

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She walked between the aisles of religion and philosophy, small in stature, light in frame. Her short black hair fell over her eyes, it didn’t seem to hinder her. She stood out from the crowd, dressed in a frilly long skirt and a Rolling Stones t-shirt, walking barefoot and free.The rest of the crowd remained bland, typical businessmen and women, typical pseudo intellectuals, typical manga freaks

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FITRAWhy do you clothe me in rotted rags?Why do you bathe me in dirty water?Why do you feed me garbage and scraps?Why do you leave me to dry and wither?Am I unworthy of being loved, my guardian?Am I unfit for water to quench my thirst? Am I so useless that you leave me in stranded?Am I not the life given to you?You silence me when I speak to youYou ignore me when I plead to youYou reject me when

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I find myself yet again gripped by the fear of permanence. The fear of entrapment. I cannot be unfree. I have lived too long as a one-woman society to open the gates to a stranger. To an unfamiliar being of a different species who cannot mirror my heart.This, the binding of a heart too content in solitude. Too content with temporary association. Perhaps, a result of knowing that the only

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l o s t... ~~~ A cold breeze comes over me Breaking through my skin Rushing through my bones Settling within my heart ~*~ My body retires upon the frigid earth That is moistened with my tears That is disheveled with my wasted grip The air echoes with lament ~*~ I shiver violently...numbed My hair is in disarray My clothes are rent and torn I

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I’d never seen them before. I’ve heard rumors. Reports on the news. Warnings. They had a diplomatic immunity of a sort. We couldn’t touch them. If we had any trouble, we’d call the authorities. But if we made a move against them, whether in fear or defense, we’d be penalized.It hadn’t moved position since I stumbled upon it. It squatted, studying something in its hand found amongst the rubble of

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