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Rory the WelderIf I had t'figure 'bout where things started goin' downhill, it'd probably a-been the day I showed up at work smellin' like cheap whiskey. See, first of all, I weren't even THAT drunk by the time I got there, and second, it weren't THAT cheap. The whiskey. See, that's when they fired me, the bastards.
Gets worse though, 'cause then they called the pigs what came 'round and picked me up for drinkin' and drivin' when I went and tried to leave the plant. That's bullshit, I was just drivin'. I hadn't had a drink in two hours at that point!
Anyways, I had some money squirelled away, and an over abund.. Abun-dunce? Dance? Feckit, a lot of free time after that, and figured I may'swell start tryin' to get into one o'my favorite sports to watch. You ever see someone throw a pumpkin eight hundred yards? With a giant chunk of machinery they done built themselves?
I have, and boy howdy, I were gonna do it my ownself if it killed me.
Only too me 'bout ways a month to get my Pumpkin' Slayin' Machine
Shiny in the AfterlightHonestly, I think most of the reason we still use them is 'cause they're shiny. Some of them are. Okay, they CAN, occasionally be shiny, if you work at it. It's not like they're actually worth anything these days, not after the economic break down, the global riots, and the general depopulation of the planet. The people who set their worth have long disappeared.
The littler ones are my favourite. They polish up to a warm, shiny copper, but most of them are black and green. I don't really know why I collect them, when I could be using them to trade for food, but I do. Maybe I'm part raven? Ha! That'd be the day... Can you imagine it? Growing great black wings and flying above it all?
Almost a shame there were no mutagenic viruses or radiation-induced mutations. Really, once the riots quieted down, the human race just sort of... Faded out. Still here, but not in the numbers we once had. What does this have to do with the coins?
Nothing, that's what. And that's exactly what they're worth.
ICE - WIPIt seemed that no matter where you went, how far you flew, or what planet you were on, everyone had something in common. Many would say that Crime and Religion were the two most notable examples, but Martin Barsona had to disagree. No, by far the biggest similarity was what he was currently suffering through: Elevator music was universally bad.
I really hope the job is worth the music...
Rona shook his head and leaned against the opulently padded wall. The music might sound like dirt, but Braxis Corp. did not skimp on anything else. Even the express elevator was richly appointed. The carpet came up to the freelancer's ankles, and doubled as inertial dampening. The floor they were going to was about a mile and a half from the ground floor lobby, the elevator itself traveled dizzyingly fast to cover the distance. Everything was in tones of red and gold, gaudy as all hell. Rona was pretty sure the little alcove on the right was actually a drink dispenser, but he decided not to test.
12-6 - Karl's Story :WIP:As a child, he came from the lowest social rung, even among peasantry. As one of the youngest children in a family of fishmongers in a sleepy fishing village in an out-of-the-way barony, he quickly learned to pull his weight... and more quickly when best to slack off. His family was illiterate, all were unclean, but as only one or two of the villagers could read, and all felt bathing was what you did when you fell in the water after the nets, they did not stand out.
Life wasn't easy, but it was never overly hard for the child. Until the year he turned twelve. It was around that time that rumors of pirates and raiders began circulating the neighboring villages, but in the manner of all who have been untouched by war or crime greater than the occasional adulterer or drunken brawl, all were secure that such things could never happen to them.
What a surprise when it did. The raiders had struck at night and Karl had been brought aboard their ship. He'd been set to swabbing decks as soon as
12 - 4 April - Sarah KaydanHer breath echoed hollowly in the vacuum suit as the respirator worked imperceptibly harder to draw and scrub the excess carbon-dioxide. Her pulse had quickened with her breathing, as adrenaline flashed through her blood, causing her to almost shake with a combination of excitement and fear. She shifted her weight slightly, and her left boot knocked a stone off the edge of the cliff. At the top of the mountain, the thin atmosphere of the planet was practically nonexistent, and only the barest of breezes swirled the lightest of dust atop the plateau.
A scant ten meters below the rim and that all changed. Powerful winds blew above a semi arctic ocean below, winds that had worn away the mountain's base until it more closely resembled a mushroom. The surface of the stalk was deceptively smooth in appearance, but she had found every little nook and cranny to make the four mile, mostly vertical climb. Sure, she could have taken a shuttle to the top, but that wouldn't have been th
12 - 3 March - Dragons PearlWhen objects would fall from the stars to land in the sea, most of the denizens of the salty waters would vacate the area, finding the great noise and disruption, heat and poisonous murk not to their liking. Even the lowest of beings, those that could do nothing but follow their instincts, knew better than to investigate. Most, but not Lira. All of dragon kind were creatures of great curiosity, but she was far more than that.
Even as a pupling fresh from the egg, she questioned everything about her. It was Lira who led the pack of juveniles that would sneak out of the nests and into more dangerous waters, and more often than not, it was Lira who would be dragged by her tail out of danger. That she survived into adulthood surprised no few of the elders. That she did so with her curiosity intact surprised no one at all.
And so it was that something large fell from the sky, not many moons after the young dragoness had grown to adulthood. When all sensible life was fleeing, it was Lira who
O' My Love, I'd Die For You (Deadly Infatuation)I know what you'll say
so with my scarlet thread
I'll stitch these lips.
But o' my love,
I'd die for you,
I'd kill to make you love me,
to know when someone says my name,
you'll smile to yourself
and think "I'm so in love"
I know what would happen,
what would go down,
to lose you is a greater cost than
I can afford.
But O' my love,
I'd die for you,
I'd kill to make you love me,
drink poison from your lips,
be your Juliet.
I know what I'll always be,
in your eyes I'm that silly little girl
with the jaw unhinged,
lips forever flapping in the wind,
whose doe eyes always gazed in adoration.
But o' my love,
my love, my darling man,
as the years go by,
and your picture still rests in my mind,
O' my love,
I'd die for you,
even though you'd never do the same.
For YouYou said I was simple,
easy to understand and comprehend.
You thought I was a unlighted grenade,
unable to burst through my facade.
Could you ever light,
the glow of my hidden jade?
I know I am hard to open up,
a tough shell to break through.
It isn't because I fear,
for what may become clear.
It is just who I am.
Trust me, my dear.
You aren't like the others.
You are understanding,
gentle and kind,
easy to know,
easy to get along with.
You are wise,
from the sun to your demise.
I wish you weren't,
the type that is hard to find.
But that is life,
void of any joyous strife.
But I can rely,
on the head and heart,
to know when,
goodness and truth,
strikes me like a dart.
You are great,
better than the ones,
who gave me the joy,
of my undeserving fate.
How can I sit,
How can I stand,
How can I understand,
our love, our friendship,
when it falls on different lands?
it is just a friendship,
but for me,
I dream of what it could be.
Or is it?
Did I blow your mind,
by showing you my lig
They Met at the Bus StopAt the bus stop on a bright, sunny day,
A girl asks a boy for a bus ticket.
So he gives her one from his wallet.
The bus arrives, ending their day of grey.
At the Bus stop on a cool, cloudy day,
The girl ask the boy for a bus ticket.
Prepared, he takes one out of his pocket,
And together they sit without delay.
At the bus stop on a cold, snowy day,
She asks him for an extra bus ticket.
So from his hand he gives her it,
Then he turns around and walks away.
At the bus stop on the very next day,
Waiting with two tickets, there he stand.
She comes, and says while holding out her hand:
"Walk with me! Just like yesterday, Ok?"
SoulmatesWherever our future may go
I’m always by your side.
All around us dark winds may blow,
But we have time to bide.
My love, I won’t abandon you,
No matter what may come.
If troubles be many or few,
Or even if we’ve none.
I’d fight for you with all my heart,
And do all that I could.
To fight for us, I’ll do my part,
For I know that I should.
After all, we’re soulmates, my dear,
My heart you have beguiled.
My deep desire is now clear,
I want to see your smile.
(insert title here)You say you fell for me,
I say I called for you
But now I know,
Neither one is true
God brought us together
Out of love for you and i
And chose for us the other
So that now our hearts will fly
Three WordsHe who returned my life to light
Now stand within my reach.
There’s no one left we have to fight,
No gaps we have to breach.
He throws himself into my arms,
He sobs into my chest.
He knows that now we won’t be harmed,
These times will be our best.
He gazes up into my eyes
He has something to say.
I think what secret he belies
Will now be clear as day.
He says to me those three small words
Of how he feels for me.
His feelings now free as the birds,
And filling me with glee.
I look at him as he did me,
Our faces oh-so near.
And I too make my feelings free-
“I love you too, my dear.”
I Love You TooHis heart whispers in genuine emotion,
but mine cannot return the devotion.
When I hold his hand there is no affection,
when I kiss his cheek there is no infection
of my hearts tender confection.
There’s a pain in my chest, a guilt.
I’ve become a liar, my web’s built.
With my verbal swords blood is split
as I bury them in his heart, to the hilt
they burrow the jilt.
Yet he doesn’t recognize the pain.
He smiles and laughs, slowly slain.
He isn’t alone, for I suffer a strain,
the inability to actually abstain
so that I might stay sane.
But either way the path is the same.
Both roads are laced in signs of blame,
each speckled with the course of our game,
leading to the destined place of shame,
and neither save him from my claim.
“I love you too.”
UntitledI've spent days walking,
Feeling completely alone.
A simple passing of time,
enough to make me moan.
When the minutes become hours,
And hours become days,
Letting my life slip away,
I'm sick of this place,
But what's a house,
But a haunt,
A toxic existence, leaving me gaunt,
When all I fear,
I fear to tell you my dear,
It's a simple sentence darling,
Why can't I utter it darling?
Is there something wrong with me?
This complex monstrosity,
Eating away inside of me,
A great decay, it anchors me,
The face of an angel.
How beautiful can creation be?
Such divine intervention, it must be!
For you to have been delivered to me,
To silence all my anxieties,
To make me smile,
Maybe stay a while,
In your arms, In your gaze,
Maybe till the end of our days.
There's no more fear, my dear.
How completely foolish was I?
To prolong the joining of you and I,
And now the seraphs of the heavens,
Are raining down good intentions,
And all that's left to mention is this,
No more fear.
LostStumbling through the darkness, hard and cold
These constricting thorns have taken hold.
Yearning to see the brilliant light.
Only to have it fade from sight.
The harder I search, the dimmer it gets.
How long will I last, before calling it quits?
Is it too much to ask for a helping hand?
Or am I supposed to self-reliantly stand?
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