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One Wolf Among Many
She had been watching them for a while now. Always staying somewhere close by. Being near the pack had its perks. Whenever they had scraps of food left over from hunting, she would wait until no one was looking, then sneak in and take them. Sure, most of what they had leftover was almost always rancid, but she didn't mind. It was one of the few steady food sources she had available to her. She was also intrigued by the inner workings of the pack. She herself had never been in one. Her mother had raised her by herself in the mountains, never letting her stray down to the woods below, where other wolves would happily pray on silly pups. She used to love playing in the snow with her mother, their white pelts blending in with the mounds of snow. But unfortunately, her mother did not live long enough to see her pup fully grown. She ended up dying of disease in a cave, while a snowstorm raged outside. The steam from her mother's breath curled in the air as she took her last few
The Twelve Kingdoms: Prologue
You sighed as you looked out from your balcony, which was lighted by the moon. The beautiful gardens below were bathed in silver light, giving everything a ghostly glow. The fountain that lay in the center of the garden, bubbled merrily, despite the late hour it was. You looked over the gardens and saw a small lake that looked like it was made of quicksilver. You sighed again, while closing your eyes and feeling the light of the moon bathe your face. 'Tomorrow's a big day.' You thought to yourself. 'I'm going to see the ocean tomorrow...I wonder what it looks like?' You pondered this for a moment before your mind drifted away from the thought of the ocean and delved into the memories of your past. You had been left on your father's doorstep when you were only a few months old. Well, you say 'father' but technically he was your uncle. Your mother was your father's sister and she had abandoned you for reasons unknown. Whenever you asked your father about her, he would simpl
They say friendship is a give and take. And it’s very true, in fact it holds for most relationships. I want to be able to have a friend who’ll let me hug them. I want a friend who isn’t afraid to tell me their secrets, and won’t mind me giving them advice. I want a friend that will know that I’ll always be there for them, through good and bad. I want a friend who can tell me their problems and not be scared that I’ll judge them. I want a friend who knows they can trust me. I’ve tried to do this for most of my friends. I’ve tried to be someone they can rely on. But friendship is a two way street. My friends aren’t willing to listen to my problems; they just wanna talk about theirs. They’ve told my secrets and called me names behind my back. They’ve lied to me and made me feel guilty about the smallest things that I did wrong. My best friends were often my biggest bullies. I kept forgiving them because I was scared
One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas Pov
Nunca imagine que el momento que tanto esperé fuera así, tan inusual, sin planear nada, solo así sin nada; no salió como me lo esperaba; todo fue único y especial. Me sorprendió que aunque fuera un accidente lo valoro tanto; no sé si tú lo valores tanto como yo este momento; aunque fue accidental para mí fue muy especial.
Aún recuerdo ese caluroso día de verano el cual el calor rebasaba los límites, estar con gabardina no era una opción, el calor me obligaba a usar ropa ligera la cual jamás pensé usar aun siendo verano, todo culpa de la pelirroja solo por querer rebasar los límites de la física por intentar hacer un arcoíris, pero en vez de eso la máquina exploto lanzando un rayo al sol haciendo que este se acerque un poco más a la Tierra y el calor aumentara, nuestros padres trataron de arreglarlo, pero el rayo fue demasiado fuerte por eso no lo revertieron claro
This Day Is...
A day to love,
Someone up above.
A day to commemorate;
A day to appreciate.
A day to reminisce;
A day when someone special is missed.
A day that’s too good to be true,
A day filled with many memories of you.
A day just to say,
I wish you a happy birthday.
What s in a name.What´s in a name?
It´s just a word that we call,
Everything and everyone
has a name,
does it make us a better person?
No... what a shame
Does it define our characters?
No... it´s not to blame
Does it have any financial status?
No .... but maybe fame
So if you´re a rockafella, a Gates,
a Trump or even the Queen
It doesn´t matter
shout your name
I am who I am
and I have a name
cos deep down inside
we´re all just the same.
by Suzanne Karbach August 2014
Keys of the PassengerImposing figure
Why do you linger with me here?
A gestured feature
As soft as flowers by
While on my way to reach her
The tarnished silver
Green like the finger I lost
That let my colours
Grow like the flutters in my heart
But take to flight
Out of a viewing standpoint
Breeze by to keep her in sight
A whirring wheel
Below the heel I have down
Does not derail
Wherever hail your address
Ignore and follow
Until my feet fall under
The tears that match my sorrow
With quiet clatter that drowns me
The lanes are melting
My path respecting none a plea
I hear her calling
But over that your silence
A weight's abjection falling
Why do you torture this road?
I travel worried
Because you stay at my right
...I will fight
A desperate race to pry free
The glass is speckled
From threats and heckled terms met
No word is spoken
An air unbroken but intense
A rider chauffeured
The holder of the key ring
So deals I
Darkening SkiesCrystal blue skies was once visible
In a world without anything formidable.
Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;
No crimes had been committed.
But through the years the blue skies began dimming;
The end was now the beginning.
The skies had darkened by malevolence
As the crystal pieces broke away the benevolence.
Shards of glass rained from these falling skies.
Lives were easily taken and it was sounded by cries.
Battles were fought; blood was shed.
What was once peaceful had become dead —
Innocence was no longer carried;
They had a shovel and it was buried.
Tyranny exiled happiness.
War left people defenseless,
Stranded to fight alone without anything.
Cruelty had killed them before the ending.
Their worst fears had crippled them.
Breathless, lying still, eyes toward the sky: they’re condemned.
Forced to watch the ashes of loved one fill the clouds
With embers cascading down as the sirens grew loud;
Souls flickering within the dust.
From the pressure o
ShorelineBetrothed to flaw
To the choice before choice
Where there is only emotion
And a half-remembered voice
Telling what one saw
First line of foamy wake
Loud and churned from behind
There sent upon a seething land
What comes before the blind
As action without mistake
Parts of the watch
A spring or gear or hand
Drowning in responsive steps
Their time is harried by swirling sand
Its face imperfect lie staunch
As islands shape the water
It sends providence unchecked
The first passage of philosophy
Contained of following specks
That grow until all is overturned
Conjoined by the timepiece
Fixed into a broken state
They suffer in each other
First blows harsh to take
Fueled from accosted belief
I stared at her, as she stared at me,
She wasn't quite what I expected her to be.
I imagined she would be pretty,
I dreamt that she was smart,
I thought she would be popular
And have a golden heart.
I thought she would be tall
And that she would be cool,
I hoped that she would be talkative
And that she'd fit in at school.
Instead she is clumsy
And really quite plain,
She's a little on the short side
And much prefers the rain.
She only has a few close friends
And is otherwise quite shy.
Her golden heart is more like brass
And it's easy to make her cry.
But despite my expectations, I really have to say
That I really wouldn't have myself be any other way.
An Ode to Writer's BlockColors flow, a constant stream
Consciousness gives way to dream.
My awareness ebbs and flows,
As my inspiration grows.
That which others did create
Inscribes itself upon my slate
And ripples in my open mind,
My weariness left far behind.
A medium is fast procured,
Painting, drawing, spoken word.
But now I find my mind is fickle;
The river now is but a trickle.
Kura DearEyes that are cold like the coldest winter
Your twisted smile is nothing to be feared
You don't have a heart in your center
When I look at you all you do is sneer
The crimson gaze you hold see through us all
Words you say are to hide what you're feeling
Fear that the one would catch your fall
Staring so lifelessly at the ceiling
One you hold dear is soon to be leaving
Alone is the last thing you want to think
Compliments are so not worth believing
Even when you give out your flirty wink
The darkness is swelling in from all around
Kura dear you are to never be found
The FoundationWorld peace, hunger, war, disease.
There are many who wish they could change these.
But in order for us to heal those things,
We must first take a look at our stings.
From our much smaller cuts, we bleed,
And if we beg and if we plead
Maybe, just maybe we will find
Those bigger problems will be on the decline.
Most of our problems are close to home,
And can't be solved by a dusty tome.
They can only be solved with kindness and love,
And these things don't have to come from above.
You can show people compassion everyday,
In everything and in every way.
At home, at school and at work too
And people everywhere will thank you.
The one thing that I want to change
Is how we deal with each other, and it isn't strange
To show people that you really care a lot.
You really only need one shot.
So without much more stalling or delay,
Don't bottle up your feelings or keep them at bay.
Show the world what you can do.
I believe I can change, how about you?
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