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Forbidden in the Night Chapter 3==== The Monster's POV ===
I awoke from a very comfortable sleep as the morning sun hit my eyes. I glanced around the room with a smile- it was beautiful and big. But then I remembered what I was and how people would soon see me. I avowed to sneak out without causing much trouble, for I didn't want to bring death to a household that attempted to be kind to me. After all, my revenge is against my creator, not Henry or his household.
I glanced down at the Bible I collected from my last victim. I don't know why I picked it up- perhaps to find comfort in the Creator of my creator; perhaps to get some illusion of love, now that the being who was supposed to love me was destroyed; or perhaps it was to sympathize with those who felt betrayed by the One who was supposed to protect them? Either way, I left it behind as I quickly got up and prepared myself to head out.
When I heard the door open, I sighed a bit of an ugly sigh. So much for sneaking out I thought to myself as I turned around. I w
Forbidden in the Night Chapter 1This is a yaoi story (Meaning male x male, boy's love). Don't like, don't read! Any hateful comments will be removed immediately.
Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee:
2 Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry;
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
4 I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
5 Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.
6 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.
7 Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.
8 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth. (Psalm 88:1-8, KJV)
As I read these words from the Bible I picked up from the corpse who lays at my feet, my internal weeping increases. For I to
Journal of Darth Nox Aeterna
Journal Entry 15yrs 1 day After Battle of Coruscant
How long has it been since I last wrote in a journal? Too long I'm beginning to think. So much has happened to me in the past year or so, it's not even funny. The worst of it is that Chalcenia and I have drifted apart. Interesting isn't it? My pureblood lover wanders a way because I fell to the dark side.... Thank goodness Charista brought me back out of it but still.
Everyone on the fleet seems to know that she and I are just. not. together. I can't even walk up to a group of people without them going quiet. Weird, isn't it? Is my personal life on display? Obviously to almost many of my inner circle... save one person. Specifically, one guy who I've seen occasionally working the bar, but never really talked to until now. He's an interesting character- likes to jump around the cantina on the fleet a lot and I think he’s a bit of a flirt. I believe Karmic and Stygus hang around him a lot, but I’ve never had
I remember your laughter
I remember your smile
I remember the journey
I remember being at your house for awhile
I remember the meals
I remember your company
I remember your warmth
I remember you never left me empty
I remember when we were together
I remember the love you gave
I remember the the way you were always there
I remember the card games we played
I remember the last time I saw you on the Island
I remember the last we chatted about life on the mainland
I remember going to Dundas and hearing your voice
I remember being and your presence and how much I rejoiced
I remember the day I received the text
I remember when I was told
I remember the day you were laid to rest
Now you rest in Halifax
Vengence is Mine Chapter 2
" I'm now a free man! Another round on me," Shouted Arrunet.
The cantina roared with cheers and laughter. I finally got the old man out of my hair, He thought as he smirked and looked over at his brother and sister across the table. "What's with you guys? We don't have a Darth hunting us down anymore. He was never really our father; I mean he was our biological, but he never loved us nor cared for us," he said as he finished his sixth shot of Corellian whiskey.
"I know why you are happy Arrunet," Surn paused and sipped on his gorksin ale,"but I don't think we should celebrate his death."
Alfirin brooded over her Ale, keeping a watchful eye over the rowdy cantina. "I'd like to celebrate with you, but I can't shake the feeling that something isn't right," she added, "Besides, even if he was a terrible person, he's still our father. Celebrating his death just doesn't sit well with me."
"You guys are no fun, I don't know why I bring you al
Robot Chicken of the Old Republic 2
Serea walks into Slippery Slopes cantina on Nar Shadaa.
Serea: Hey, bar tender, get me some Tarisian Ale!!
Bar Tender: Here you go, my Lord.
Serea: *SIGHS* How many ways can I tell people to call me miss or Serea when I'm in a cantina?
Bar patron: Try not bringing your lightsabre next time....
Serea: *turns to look* Dunamis! What the heck are you doing here?
Dunamis: -__- Having a drink... What else would I be doing?
Serea: *looks at his beverage* Cola?
Dunamis: Yes, because unlike some of us, I don't believe in making a fool out of myself via getting intoxicated.
Serea: *takes her drink* Yeah, right. I bet you don't drink cause it only takes one drop of a mere cocktail or margarita to drink you under the table!
Dunamis: *glares at her*Not true, I can hold my liquor. I just choose not to.
Serea: Heh, I'll believe that when I see it!
Dunamis: *finishes cola* Is that a challenge?
Serea: *looks him in the eye* What if it is?!
Dunamis: Bar tender, get me two Tarisian Ales!!!
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
Call of the Seabound Coasts
Call of the Seabound Coasts to Emily of New Moon Theme
The waves crash against the rocks
The sea moves with the tide
The white sand meets red cliffs
This is my home
My heart is in the sea
My eyes search for the rolling hills
My skin longs for the salty sea air
My lungs wish to take in the air of the harbour
As I look to the East
My heart calls for home
When I see red in the morning
I heed the sailor's warning
When I swim in the pool
I am at home in the water
When I see fish when I shop
I remember how fresh they used to taste
I miss the harbour and sea bound coast of Halifax
I yearn for the Sand Dunes of Cavendish and Stanhope
I am drawn to the dark and dreary mountains of Nova Scotia
I long for the red cliffs of Prince Edward Island
When can I come to you again?
When can I see you again?
Will you heave a sigh and wish for me, Nova Scotia
I will return to you again, my Island
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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