Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Swallowing nothing, darkness.
The faint whispers of unasked questions.
Clanking cracked pottery.
Mosaics of fire.
A geometric pattern so undecipherable in its godly pattern.
Dripping in millennia’s of power yet as small and shriveled as an old blueberry.
A lone Persian carpet stands in a red desert.
Dragon scales falling from a heavy sky.
Moss on a tree covered in lichen.
The end of a tunnel, light blue.
Light filtered through the surface of a lake.
Monday, August 29, 2011
When Charlie awoke, the air around him was thin with hate. He knew, that after last night, His family nor his friends would be ok. As he rose out of his bed, all the flashbacks of the night before, zoom into his mind. He tries to stop them but the memories pour in. The fight, Ben breaking his leg, and most of all, his father dying. The flashbacks end and he walks down the hall, into kitchen. A small tear falls down his cheek, and another, and another. He sits and waits at the dining room table and waits for his mom to show, but she never does.-Moderator Caleb :)
This is not about the traitor. The traitor who leaped from the roof where the meeting took place and took shelter in the hands of the enemy. Took shelter from the wrath of the Alliance, the very Alliance he once loved. Now his hatred for them was boundless, as was there's for him. Their hatred was as cold as shattering glass. This is not about the man, who, with his treachery, cracked the firm, sturdy, bonds of the Alliance and turned the peace to war.
This is not about the one who banished all hope.
This is about the woman with blue skin and silver hair through the blood and the death and the killing on a black path that burned behind her. Who rode straight into the very inner circle of the Alliance and shocked everyone, broke all the rules, opened their eyes and said,
“This is it.”
THE EPIC OF KEERTANA
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Kendra awoke on an early Saturday morning in Amherst Massachusetts. The warm rays of sun beat down on her long brown hair. She gets out of bed and starts walk down the hallway. Her Common School shirt matches the Hallway carpet. As she slides her feet across the carpet she stares at family photos. When she reached the end of the hallway a bowl and a box of cereal was laid out on the table before her. A screechy noise was made when she pulled the chair out. As she sat down her mother walked in. “morning Kendra,” She said with a yawn.” Morning mom.”
“KENDRA! STOP BITING YOUR FINIGERNAILS!” Her mom exclaimed.. After she finished her cereal and got her normal lecture on how bad it is to bite your finger nails Kendra headed back to her room. When she entered into her room she started to bite her finger nails again. As the nail fell to the ground a portal/puddle like thing appeared. She jumped in..
Friday, August 26, 2011
Atar strolled down the brightly lit hall toward the astronomy spire. He slowed to admire the star speckled ceiling of the constellation corridor, which filled the hall with exquisite light.
“Atar, wait,” said a deep powerful voice.
Atar turned around to see the astronomer Celesto striding down the hall, his blue and silver robes glinting in the starlight.
“Walk with me,” he said gently.
“Of course sir,” answered Atar slowing down to let the astronomer pull even with him.
“Have you seen Wira today?” asked Celesto.
“No, why?” responded Atar.
“Because I haven’t seen her either.” Responded the tall, thin man that resembled a wire wearing clothes.
“I know how much you two are in love,” he said his voice dripping with sarcasm. Atar turned away, hiding the scarlet blush that was creeping on to his cheeks.
He has a criminal record, but a minor one at least. It really isn't all that bad, but I do suppose that covering a car with sandwich condiments probably points towards some kind of mind disorder.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
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