So. I'm just gonna head on over here now...
Won't ye be joinin' me? Yarr.
Last Wishes of Customer 593A Somme Corp. product designated Droid five-ninety-three walked through the rain along Intercontinental Freeway Seven at precisely 1:25:42am. 1:25:43am. 1:25:44am. The Droid’s connection to Somme Corp. provided it with a translocation sense that guided it along until it found, 11.5 meters off the road, in a ditch hidden behind a grove of oil-covered trees, a ruined Ceres 3-door, sports model. At the front of that car, crushed and bleeding beneath 76% of the vehicle’s full 1.3-ton weight, was Essis Harrin: customer registration five-ninety-three, platinum package. The Droid’s mechanical ears could hear him muttering, “Shit… Melanie. Melanie, wLast Wishes of Customer 593
TENLike the fingers of a goddess on the webs of life, Noriko’s digits furiously, caringly danced over the keys of a grand piano in the Blue Raven Club, peeling forth music with such artistry and calm practiced hand that she might have been a part of her own music; unstoppable, inconceivably deep. Her placid black hair hung about her face, shining dewed in the soft blue neon over her head. Sweat droplets dappled her Asian features, but her eyes, large and round, bled tears that took precedence as she focused on the steady cadence of her movement.TEN
All around her people fell, all at once. She perceived them in her peripherals as they w
Christmas Eve, 1968It was December 24th, 1968, and a small Leucothea clung to the metallic skin of a vessel orbiting a large satellite. The Leucothea stretched over the cool surface, its chemical body bubbling and morphing as it tried consciously to find a form that would function for movement. It was young, mere centuries in age, and hadn’t yet managed a shape that would allow it to navigate the solar-system and return to that stellar body that its ancestors had traveled from.Christmas Eve, 1968
As it sat there it felt, quite suddenly, a shock of vibration, an energy coming from inside of this metallic craft. It twitched, it’s fluorescent body spat, and it felt - no
Spirtual Post-RealityShe looked across to where Melbourne stood in the cold, looking up to where the snow fell through the smoke of his cigarette and landed like butterflies on his rigid face. The man seemed to her to be a religious figure, but a failure of one, as he shook his disproportioned wings and let ice fall from between the feathers.Spirtual Post-Reality
“I knew you’d end up here today,” He look at her sideways, finally breaking the silence with which they had greeted each other, “That’s why I waited.”
Her eyes shook in rhythm with her heart, each in vibrant motion against the steel of her resolve. Her hair fell in her face, and the cold on her chee
Alpha-OmegaAs the disorientation faded, her eyes flutter open, staring down at the cool marble beneath her prone form. The light of the room burns into her skull, sharp against the darkness of moments before. She squeezes them shut again, trying to draw back that place by force of will. The silence here is deafening, bare of any whisper of life.Alpha-Omega
The sudden echoes of footsteps slam into her, and angry blue eyes flash up from behind unkempt blonde bangs. It was Him! She just knew it.
Click. Click. Click.
Even, steady, unhurried, unconcerned. Each thunderous step bringing her clo
Tips For the NoviceTips For The NoviceTips For the Novice
It's an all-too common occurrence on my periodic forays into the world of internet poetry - writing weakened by a lack of fundamental knowledge concerning the essence of poetry writing. There are no rules set in stone about creative writing. The writer that strikes new trails can make a lasting impact on the world of poetry, but the chances of a writer stumbling upon golden words without a solid knowledge base are slim to none. The following tips for novice writers are intended to help shore up those fundamentals, to help the young writer breathe the essence of life into their poems, and to better share that
A Guide to Positive CritiquesA Positive Critique:A Guide to Positive Critiques
• Does not solely concentrate on a poem’s weak points, but tempers constructive criticism with acknowledgment of the good features. • Is not made up of comments like “well done” or emoticons, as they do not explain why the poem is well written. Comments and emoticons belong in the introduction and summary only. • A knowledge of technical poetic terms is desirable, but not necessary, to be able to provide constructive criticism. • Try to keep your thoughts focused on the poem and how it affects you as
Stuck
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yeah, I'm sure a squirrel would love to tell a dragon-like beast he can 'suck it'
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I swim a sea of skin, afraid to drown in flesh...
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-If I take the time to read what you've written and comment you, please at least think about returning the favor. Simply imbibing what others give doesn't do much to help the community grow-
I've yet to get around to reading your "Negev Campaign"s. Maybe there's an over-the-counter pill for Workaholism.
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-If I take the time to read what you've written and comment you, please at least think about returning the favor. Simply imbibing what others give doesn't do much to help the community grow-
And for the workaholism I perscribe a trip to facebook.com, a most potent aid for procrastination.
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