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A horses ViewA horse’s view
Down this long path we walk on, lie’s a meadow of love and joy
Please let me die there.
My life is over and gone.
Please remember the times of,
Shows and trail rides,
With you and me together
With you on my back and the smiles on our faces
Please remember me like an old picture. The tears you cry are for me
but please remember me
Every time you ride, please smile and don’t cry, I love you for saving me, I thank you.
Please don’t forget our life as one.
Reality is a lovely place.Down a street. Two cats lived down the street they were the bested friends. "Hi Rose!" A brown tabby cat walked down along the fence. "Hi Reed!" Rose the strawberry cat, meowed. Rose jumped the fence where Reed was. "So what's up with the house folk?" Rose asked. Oh Rose if only you knew how much I want to leave to the forest. Reed though. "Reed?" Rose asked As Reed was look out to the forest. "I would love to leave." Reed sadly. "Oh but where would you go?" Rose asked. "To the forest!" Reed smiled at her. "Really? Don't you know what's in there?" Rose said surprised. "Rose will you come with me?" Reed asked. "Yes of course but I don't want to leave my owners." Rose said looking at Reed. "Rose I love you and if you don't care about me I'll leave by myself." Reed jumped off the fence to the forest. Rose looked surprised. "You love me?" Rose jumpe
The photos THE END
"Well boys how's it going?" The hosted asked "Good!" We all smiled. "So What`s it like to be in Montana?" He asked "Fine!" Liam smiled. "So Whos single?" He asked Liam and Niall raised their hands. "Wow just you two!" He said. "So Zayn How`s your Girlfriend." He asked me. "She`s fine." I smiled. "And Louis?" He asked "Fine as well." Louis said. "Oh and Harry?" He asked "Great." He smiled. "So It`s must be hard not seeing your girlfriends." He smiled as he asked. "Yes it is." Louis said. "So where are your girlfriends?" He asked. "Mine is in The UK and so Is Zayn`s." Louis said again. "Zayn is this you're Girlfriend?" He was holding a picture of Katie! "Mmm...?" I said. "Yeah!" Harry said happily. We all started to look at him. "She greatly a head of the curve." He asked "She must be something in the UK." he laughed. "Okay any ways. Louis is this your girlfriend?" He asked "Yeah!" Harry said again. As I saw he was holding
The Photos ch. 1
I guess I would be a lone for the summer. I was Thinking as I rolled out of Bed. Sarah had broken up Niall and Moved to Texas for the rest of her life. Taylor and I moved in together and moved closer to our school. One Direction was going around the world. Taylor left to see her aunt for the whole summer. Her dad and my mum were on a honey moon in Mexico. So truly I was a lone for the whole summer. "Rrrrr... I guess I am going to go down to the coffee shop." I rolled out of Bed and grabbed some jeans and a tank and my sweet Zayn`s Jacket. I started to run out of the house. To get a coffee
I and my mom had just moved to London England over the summer. Me and my Mom where at the coffee shop. I started to wonder if I would see One Direction or Zayn`s Girlfriend or even Louis`s girlfriend. I was a big fan of One Direction, even If I can date them, I was almost Zayn`s girlfriend`s age, but just a little under
For my old girlHave you ever missed someone so much? You forget their face. It's hard to remember that feeling as Best friends. You think of them and start to cried a lot. You miss them so much and you can't see them for months that feel like four million years. You need to find a way to find them but the miles are to far to chase after. Well that's how I feel. I haven't seen my friend in three months. But when you ride a new horse it feels as if your journeys start again. Well how are you knowing that six hours drives to get to your horse. It’s hard. You hear a song that makes you think of her and you start to cry. And then you think of your other horse friends that passed or got sold. You start to feel weird that you can find your old friend. You get there and you find yourself start to go to the pasture that your horse friends are in. You pet them and run back to the house to get the bridle in the house and run back out to get her. And you put the bridle out her and pull her out and s
Flower's omens part 1 If was a quiet and crisp dawn. As a leaf fell down in the middle of the half gone summer. It was the day the omens had begun. Well this dream I had haven`t made much of idea of what they were saying. Something about a white wing, leaf falling walking up, under the nose, and the leaves will fall down mid-summer. Okay that ending part was true but what about the others? I thought. "Next must be under the nose?" I whispered to myself. "What’s that Flower?" my apprentice asked. "Oh nothing my young apprentice." I smiled down at her. “Three day left?" I thought out loud “Three days until what?" Blueskye asked again "Until I go to the elders den." I smiled but under that was my death waiting for me. "Really you’re not the medicine cat anymore?" Blueskye said sadly. "Yes but I`ll never forget you, Your like my only baby girl." I smiled again. "So the half moon is tomorrow?" Blueskye asked "Yes...." I said as looking for herbs. "Okay what
Everything is RedNo.
How could this have happened!?
We were laughing and drinking lemonade on the front porch.
I told a joke and she started laughing loudly, her golden mane swishing in the summer air. She clutched her sides and fell back into the blue and white beach chair. I stared laughing with her because she had one of those laughs that was contagious. I don't even remember what the joke was or why it was so funny. Then she was staring at me, tears of amusement coming out the corners of her blueberry eyes. Her lips parted into a wide smile, pearly white teeth beaming at me.
But then she turned her head to look behind her.
The laughter stopped.
My eyes shifted to where her gaze was, only to see red.
I could have sworn I was looking at hell itself.
And it was coming for us.
I turned to look back at her. She was staring at me wide eyed, her once blueberry eyes now red. The tears of amusement washed away by the tears of fear that started dripping down her cheeks, falling on t
The NewbornThe Newborn
Christy Waters was only 19 years old when she learned that she was pregnant. Moreover, she could not know certainly who gave her the cells. Her mother and father felt puzzled as well. Christy was a good girl and never considered being a whore. So nobody knew whose cells had mixed with her eggs.
When the nine months passed and she was due to deliver, more people than her and her parents wondered about the fetus. Furthermore, Christy had no physical signs of pregnancy as would manifest with normal cases. Her weight and shape remained normal. But she lost much blood and felt debilitated. The hospital suggested a diet to help her recover. However, the delivery cost her and the emerging fetus was very peculiar. It had only a few basic humanoid features. It had a face, neck and shoulders of a male child but from the shoulders down to the feet, the appearance was neither human nor other primate. The abdomen sported a mass of inky tentacles and the arms were long and sinewy.
Cry of the JackalsCry of the Jackals
Those who have traversed the Sahara along the Egyptian stretch and wandered through the Valley of Kings might have chanced to hear the occasional cries of jackals. They sometimes hang out near the doors of the tombs. When this writer was at the nearest resort, a traveler such as I mentioned arrived and told me and a few others that he had seen or heard a clutch of jackals at a particular tomb. Naturally, someone inquired,
"Which tomb was it? Akhenaten? Ramses?"
"I am not really sure," he replied, nervously. "Neither did I see a marking nor did my guide know."
An unmarked tomb. An unknown mummy. Something very strange was going on out there. However, I was still on holiday and had no intention to investigate. So the inquirer, Edmond Tulley, an amateur investigator who occasionally worked with Scotland Yard, felt it was incumbent to go. The journey was about two days by rover.
When Tulley arrived, he and his guide, a native Egyptian, camped and checked provisions. Cert
NEC 202: Black DogAidan sat alone in the necromancy building, only candlelight and a single tome to keep him company. The small handful of first years had already left, no doubt not needing to do any research in after course hours. He himself had rarely seen the other necromancy students, and wondered if they even bothered to attend. It wasn't really his business, of course, but it would have been nice to have an upperclass student to research with, as the library felt so hollow, devoid of happy feelings.
The book he'd fetched was called Sacrificed Beasts in Magic, a catalog of assorted creatures that had been used in accomplice with spells. When he'd been looking it up, he'd noticed that a copy of the book existed in the Magic Languages library as well, bringing about the thought that department used animals in sacrifice. His goal was more to find out what happened to them after they'd been sacrificed.
He flipped through the pages, and they turned with little noise. The book must hav
SnipedThe assassin stared down his scope at the politician he was about to eliminate. He wasn't sure who this man was or why the contractor wanted him killed. It didn't matter. Only the job mattered. And, of course, the payment.
Just for a moment he watched as the politician's lips moved, delivering what was no doubt a very stirring speech. Perhaps he'd have to catch a news clip of it later, or maybe some overzealous kid would have the whole thing posted on Youtube, grisly death included.
The assassin smiled at the thought. It might be a nice change to view one of his jobs from a closer angle for once. Yes, he would definitely try to find this on Youtube later, play it over a few dozen times and savor the thing.
But for now there was still the job to do. He pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened. Or almost nothing. Something was wrong.
The politician's head should've burst like a water balloon, or some reasonable facsimile. Instead nothing much had happened.
The politician had wince, put a han
The People Life is thought fleeting by those stupid enough to die. They see a bird devour a fish, a wolf rip apart a rabbit, and they sigh and swoon and beautify the passing of time. Alas, they think – if only I had more time, I would become a better person. I would improve the world. Looming death is an excuse for greed and ineptitude. Death is a thoughtless act of forgetfulness.
The People do not forget.
Their land is a patchwork of grandeur and squalor. Marble columns hold roofs of cardboard and tin. Grand ballrooms overgrown with vines have become hanging gardens of dust. They live on floating piles of paper and granite, alabaster and plastic. Crates tumble when wayward ships loose their bowels in fear, but nothing floats for long. Perhaps there are bones.
These creatures were banished to their floating sanctuary before time had thought to begin, because it’s dangerous to keep around People who have lived too long.
PoliteMy parents trusted in the small town dynamics we had going. My town had about 40,000 people. We lived sprawled across huge lots, with neighbors that were always willing to lend a hand. So they did not expect too much trouble when they left for the week.
My cousin Toni was watching me. She was 21 and rather irresponsible. She left me home alone for most of the week while my parents soaked up the rays in Hawaii. Her version of watching me was to check in every few days and take me to the store as needed. She told me to have fun.
She taught me to drive a stick shift when I was 14. I really loved her.
I heard the scraping in the lock around 2am, I thought it was Toni. I had the windows open upstairs because of the dry heat and I could hear the sound of metal scraping against the lock. I thought she might be drunk, so I went downstairs and looked through the pained glass window.
The face that looked back was not that of a young adult, but a man in his late 30s. He looked at me for a moment
Shudder: A Quivering of Dreams XVISHE is at the lake proclaiming that “even though the ground is covered in snow, the water beneath is wonderfully warm”. SHE is dressed in Victorian garb and compliments the Gothic surroundings. The water is indeed exceptionally warm and after our salubrious frolic we make our way to the castle on top of the hill -an arcade- -mad men– -comedians- -blasphemers turned sensitive rock stars-. An emergency occurs with no definition so We attempt to find the “real”. A mutant, demonic pig skates after us with sounds of blackness, birth and gnashing teeth.
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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