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Death, Devil, Magician and Fool
Late Autumn. 1918. I remember the day with perfect clarity. The sailors had revolted in Germany but we did not know that yet. The telegraph lines had gone down again. They were always going down, so out in our tiny garrison we simply assumed that the war was grinding on as it had for years. Woodrow Wilson had sent us the doughboys, but these men seemed far more intent on getting their hands on some lusty French lasses than battling the Hun. We called them doughboys because they seemed soft and puffy, like little bundles of dough awaiting the oven. Once they met the relentless pounding of artillery at the front we were sure they would be cryin
Literature
A Death You Can't Rhyme
I didn't feel any trepidation about visiting my half-brother until I got off the Interstate. I had been fine on the flight from New York to Tampa, relaxed at the rental car agency, and even delighted driving downtown by the city skyline. But as I passed by all the eastern suburbs and got off the exit for Ruskin and headed east, I got a feeling way down in my stomach that was either caused by emotion or by cilantro. I hadn't had any of the latter in quite some time.
Motoring through the retirement community of Sun City was pleasant enough, and it still made me feel like I was near to modern civilization. But once I got past that, and then
Literature
The Halloween Train
the halloween train doesn’t stop here, but knives do and menace does menace does whatever the night might disguise as a form of charity; its giving, an act of giving back to the ground and sky the moon might shine these ideas as bright to some, its clarity dilutes this liquid atmosphere; here, fear in its truest form is no monster it takes on the shape and weight of familiar indentations in the seat beside you yet, this halloween train never stopped to pick you up and will not stop to let you off touch the empty seat beside you and commit to memory, how life looks streaking by in fogged over windows, in droplets collecting and trailing like comets touch the empty seat beside you and adjust your belongings; pretend you’re simply preparing to disembark at the next stop, now lose yourself in the window in the slow song of click clack and its side-to-side sway; look around for a cord, a handle to pull look anywhere but down into the empty seat beneath you
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Received a prose DLD 03/25/09! Thanks to *dreamsinstatic for suggesting it and =VertigoArt for featuring it!!!
I have been stewing over this idea since I saw this picture the other day by =PsychoSlaughterman and ~samurai30
I'm rarely inspired to write based on a picture, but this one.. my mind took off...
Add to that the songs "The Howling" by Within Temptation
[link]
And "All Around Me" by Flyleaf
[link]
This is also my submission for =student-4-ever's Dreams contest.. Hope she likes it.
[link]
Received a prose DLD 03/25/09! Thanks to *dreamsinstatic for suggesting it and =VertigoArt for featuring it!!!
I have been stewing over this idea since I saw this picture the other day by =PsychoSlaughterman and ~samurai30
I'm rarely inspired to write based on a picture, but this one.. my mind took off...
Add to that the songs "The Howling" by Within Temptation
[link]
And "All Around Me" by Flyleaf
[link]
This is also my submission for =student-4-ever's Dreams contest.. Hope she likes it.
[link]
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First of all, I love WT (their first albums more than the last ones).
I have this feeling too: that sometimes our lovers are also our enemies, when we feel angry. You opened my curiosity and now I want to know more about the legacy!
It was wonderfully written, as always.
I have this feeling too: that sometimes our lovers are also our enemies, when we feel angry. You opened my curiosity and now I want to know more about the legacy!
It was wonderfully written, as always.