The WishThe silver mist lingered heavily yet, making the trees into dark pillars that supported the shadow-canopy overhead. Dead leaves crunched underfoot, dry twigs snapping where her boots came down on them. The dull length of her bared blade sliced through the mist as though cutting silk, only to reform as the sword passed. The sword bearer's breathing was steady, her stance a low, half-crouch as she moved through the gloom. But for all her outward calm, the soldier knew fear.The Wish
What was this place? She'd been traveling the road through the Forest of Whispers, heading a delegation of the King's Legion to put down a band of brigands who
Elegy for a DreamIt is a sad and strange facet of human nature that we sometimes permit the loss of a cherished dream to define us so completely. In Charles Dickens’s Great Expectations, we watch the character of Ms. Havisham allow the bitterness and disappointment of a lost love keep her locked in the most painful moment of her life. By obsessing over the wrongs visited upon her by another, she ceases to live, her life stagnates, and she loses any chance at finding happiness because she lets the one dream that didn’t come true consume her. She holds herself back from new opportunities for growth by allowing one heartbreaking event to shackle her inElegy for a Dream
Under the HoodUnder the Hood – A Lesson in Seeing Beneath the SurfaceUnder the Hood
The air was thick, rich and heavy with sticky summer heat that seemed to solidify around me as I stepped out of the car. I lifted a hand to my eyes to shade them from the rapidly falling sun, looking around dubiously at the mostly empty parking lot of the Red Robin Folsom location. Hot black top, dusty air, and old-junker automobiles at a Vintage Car Show outside of a family restaurant didn’t exactly strike me as a proper cultural event that would expand my understanding of the human spirit. Still, I told myself that I should give it a shot; worst case scenario, I&
A Thousand ArmiesA thousand words penned in inkA Thousand Armies
A thousand views bespoken
A thousand hearts to face the cost
Of a thousand blood-vows broken
A thousand armies march t'ward
A thousand deaths worth dying
A thousand mothers await the cease
Of a thousand children's crying
A thousand swords forged in dark A thousand-fold hope betrayed A thousand eyes are turned to see
A thousand salvations delayed
For fewrevelations.
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Writers are liars, my dear. Surely you know that by now.
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sorry, my english sucks
Look at your own risk
I WANT TO BE A BRIDGEBURNER!!!!
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To spit in sightblinders eye on the final day
Ah Helga! Vil du meine schnabel schnafse?
Carpe Diem
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