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Insulting PoemSleeping upon a pillow of sand,
Hearkening back to a peaceful time,
All wander aimlessly,
Mercy cruelly taken away,
Everyone is out for blood.
Contest Entry-Love EternalPlacing my hand upon the rotted wood I feel a twinge of uncertainty. A moldy sign covers the mouth to this cavern, "WARNING: Closed due to cave in." A lie. The townsfolk believe this place to be haunted.
It's not, of course. I have been coming back to this sign for the past three days. I know what really happened here, and I am the only man who even remembers what this cave used to be like. Bracing myself I rip the sign away and deliver a solid kick to the barricade. It collapses with a wet crunch.
Reaching into my pocket I produce my Luminos, a small brass sphere dotted with several glass portholes. Giving it a twist, the radium core illuminates, casting a sickly green glow around the cave mouth. Tossing it up in the air kick starts the magnetic repulsor, allowing it to orbit my head freely.
I wipe away a single tear as I step into the cave. The Luminos was Tatyana's invention. It was her project that led to this moment.
We had been married
The Crimson KeepLying within a vast emptiness, far away from human thought or action, lie the towers. Grand monoliths of undeterminable origin, all resting in this cosmic void. Every so often, a tower will choose a master to control it... The power they grant to those in command is limited, but simple dominion of said power elevates even a simple mortal to near godlike status, at a cost.
The towers host will become... attuned... to their tower. Little does hummanity know that these large spires are the very lynchpins of existance itself, should one take all the towers for themselves... they would become a true god. And so help the human race should a tower fall. If destroyed, every aspect of the tower will cease to function. Oceans would dry up, time would halt it's flow, even death itself would fade from existance.
There are rumors floating about the current Keepers. The Crimson Keep has finally summoned a master to wield its power. One who is blessed with the red towers strength will gift
Arcadia-LinasAs we approach the base of the mountain, Linas in full view, I pull the twins aside to fill them in on my plan.
"Lucas, Sarah... When we are in town, could you refer to me as Daniel Hedacher?"
Surprisingly Lucas responds first. "Why? Mom says your name is Donovan."
"Lets just say I have someone here I don't quite want to know who I am. I have this nifty trick up my sleeve... "
My scalp tingles as the hair on my head recedes, pulling itself in into my skull, arms itching as feathers creep out of my flesh.The twins stare in awe as my hands grow scaly and take on a mottled yellow coloration. My bones hollow out as muscle tissue grows lean and thin. I drop from about one hundred fifty pounds, down to about ninety-five. Though thinned out, My arms are strong enough and the feathers just as sturdy to achieve flight. I've done this before.
Sarah seems interested, letting out a soft, "Wow."
The ache starts to fill my body as I take it further, altering my features. My nose breaks, taking an od
Arcadia-TwinsFour days. The hours just flew by. After my meeting with Rose, things have steadily been normalizing. Josiah's voice no longer haunts me, and my sense of humor is returning.
Nobody knows that I've settled my debt. That's between Rose and I.
Cally has left on a trip South (business,) and I offered to come. She told me I wasn't ready to handle the Anti-Human folk who lived at her destination. She'll be gone for at least a day.
Tired of lazing about, I make up my mind. I am going back to the forest in the Northern Mountains (I later learned that they are called the Barghaest Mountains. I didn't ask why.
Walking along the beaten road I hear a whistle. A familiar face, and wearing clothes for a change. "Hello Vlithara."
She adjust's her track suit and backpack before responding. "How are you feeling? The lightbeast's dark taint still stain you?"
"Nah, Took a few days, but I've mostly pushed it aside.Still have nightmares."
"Huh. Here, take this." She tosses her backpack at me.
Arcadia-GuiltWalking through the front door I can feel a part of myself drifting away. Cally is the only one at the house right now, and she seems worried. I may look a little rough, and I think my ribs are bruised at the very least.
Her shock is immediately noticeable, "What happened to you!? Where did all of that blood come from?" She starts pawing my chest and face, I push her away.
"I went hunting. Things went south."
She seems to calm, "So you changed? That's good to hear. What exactly happened?"
Stopping my march to the bathroom my mind returns to the forest. The unicorn's, no, Josiah's dying words burned into my head, "Do it, fell beast of the wood..." Shortly after he said that, I murdered him. I can't put it any other way.
Looking her in the eyes I tell her, "I don't wanna talk about it." I step into the bathroom and shut the door. Looking into the mirror I can see dried blood caked around my mouth, splashed across my jaw as though I were digging int
Arcadia-GuardianI got suckered into cooking lunch. Cally is across town picking up a couch (the only furniture to sit on is one of the three beds,) and Vermina is reading a dusty old book, coiled up in the living room.
Lunch consists of beef stew with a sparse salad on the side. As I finish the stew, Ceana walks up, head hung as if embarrassed. "Could you, um... try cooking these?" Lifting her hands she produces six throwing knives, each with a small, fat, green lizard skewered on the blades. "I've only eaten them raw, and as I said earlier today, I have no experience cooking. I don't want to burn them..."
I reply with a warm smile, "No problem. How does fried lizard sound?"
Looking up she grins brightly, a rare sight, "Sounds wonderful!" Leaving the knives on the counter she heads into Vermina's room to retrieve her laundry.
Table is set, lizards are charred just right, and Cally just walked in. With the couch. "Don, come grab the sack off the other end."
Easily sliding the couch inside sh
Another SubmissionOnce upon a time, there was a young boy named Donovan who always dreamed of becoming the world's best detective. He trained every day for 69 hours in order to beat his rival, The Rusty Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Donovan came armed with a bike and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Donovan emerged as the sweaty victor! His achievement is celebrated every Cinco de Mayo .
Contest EntryMy great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after chainsaws because you'll only end up with a dashing in your ear." I never quite understood his advice until one Canada Day, I was gardening with my best friend Svetlana. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was surly and spooky sounds came from deep within. Svetlana saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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