The Beauty of Snowflakes The black snow shovel with a plastic handle fell to the dark cement, partially masked by the pure, white snow that recently just landed. Maggie huffed from exhaustion, breathing out visible cold puffs, and hanged her head. The sky was drained to white, with snowflakes of various sizes and shapes drifted down from the colourless heaven.The Beauty of Snowflakes by EmeraldGuardian-04
A voice cried behind her. "Maggie, I'm here!" She slowly lifted up her head and turned to the direction of the voice. The cheerful, happy voice belonged to her older sister, Janet. Janet was dressed in her favourite black winter jacket, and wore thick pants that wrapped around her boots. She went to acquire a bigger shovel, walked out of the garage door and stopped, leaving a distance between the two.
"What are you waiting for?" Janet enthusiastically asked. "Let's shovel!"
Maggie heaved out a sigh, and grouchily forced her immobilized legs to walk to her shovel. She bent down to pick up her shovel,
DominanceI love quiet people,Dominance by Lalita17
because eventually they do something crazy
and its everyone else’s turn to watch,
unable to form words.
It is the violent surprise of fat snow,
falling softly, softly
without a sound,
picking up more and more weight as it tumbles along.
Spinning quickly, until the storm has reshaped into a turbulent white art.
This was her.
a light play of secrets ready to tumble out.
a harder tone that kept me awake at night.
less a show of affection, and more a sign of dominance.
We sat in silence,
but it wasn't the silence that suffocated me.
Artists.YouArtists. by Whyles
can be the painter,
paint words on my lips.
will be the writer
and write kisses on your skin.
vulture of the nighti woke up to the soundvulture of the night by MaraAnnelisa
walking the stairs
you're coming my way and
tears start streaming down my face
i try to hide between the sheets, but i know i will be seen
and you will look at me.
lying about pregnancy is
(i'm sorry you were never born)
the tricks your eyes playno-one taught methe tricks your eyes play by Echolalic-Ellie
that i would look over
my shoulder months later
and open my mouth
to tell you about my
day, they never
told me it would be
possible to forget the
way you left in the
middle of the night with
an old coat slung over
shoulders too tired to
form the supports i
they never taught me, but
i've learned that
it doesn't make it any
less true. i look for
you in the folds
of everyday life, catch
myself when my eyes don't
meet your face, promise
never to look again but i am
weak-willed and still
willing, and i cannot stop
a time to rise, and a time to fallI have never asked her what it is that she misses so much. Whatever it is, it turns her eyes blue mid-winter and chases the heat from her cheeks. The truth is, I never thought it was my place to ask: after all, I'm nothing but a stranger in her quiet heart. And even now, years after we first met, I do not ask her.a time to rise, and a time to fall by Echolalic-Ellie
She stretches one morning, all smooth edges and warm spaces. She looks at me as she always does before she tumbles out of bed, and her eyes are blue. Again. The weeks melt away and I am staring at six years worth of winters, all rolled into one. It chills me and my teeth chatter. She doesn't say anything but I know that she has caught me looking, has inhaled my shiver and tasted old winters in it instead of fresh laid snow. There is no fooling her, there has never been any chance of that: she always knows.
I give up all hope of further sleep and step out of bed and onto rich, plush carpet. It is a violent hue, bu
The Ultimate PassageHeaven isn’t a place. It’s a state of being.The Ultimate Passage by prettyflour
I’ve often thought that my soul was liberated when my body finally gave out- that the final beat of my heart wasn’t actually a beat at all. It was a release- a massive deluge that was neither hurried nor slow. My skin suddenly seemed like a cage where flesh and bone were lock and key- my pulse a fickle drum.
I no longer had eyes and yet I could see…everything. The raging fires of the sun, the inky depths of any ocean- the earth became a tiny spinning rock amongst legions of stars and sky. The entire universe was laid at my feet like a pool of water- crystal clear and rippling. It should have been overwhelming, it should have been too much for me to bear but it wasn’t. There was only a sense of peace, of rightness, surging and swelling within me.
Heaven is an atmosphere of felicity, an eternal glory that's completely transparent in its joy.
For a moment I thoug
New AustellaThe late-October sun radiated off the Colorado Desert sands in hallucinogenic heat waves that could make a cactus thirst for water. Simon took his eyes away from the binoculars and turned back to where Lance and July were waiting. "We've got the whole desert north to ourselves, I can't see anything between here and New Austella," he said, "Looks like maybe another two hundred kilometres, we shouldn't have any trouble reaching the city by evening--without any unforeseen complications, of course." His expression was optimistic.New Austella by confidenceAlive
"We can count on at least one of those unforeseen complications," Lance was the first to reply, "You always can. Anyway, not to rain on the parade but I can't see anything out there but heat on the desert."
"Come on," was Simon's only reply, and the other two jumped to their feet and trotted after him, back down the dune to where the trucks were parked.
Derrick was impatiently drumming on the wheel of his heavily modified Toyota by the time the trio reached the bo
The Maybe Someday BoyThe maybe someday boyThe Maybe Someday Boy by crimsonzettaIV
In life so many things are said to be painted in black and white. Choices that affect us, whether or not we ourselves made them, have to be fit into good or bad categories. There is a pressure, an urge from our society, to instantly make a declaration of finality regarding what occurs in our lives. Do we love them or hate them? Is it now or never? Were they “the one”, or a cataclysmic mistake?
But is it so simple? It cannot be.
I once read that between the ages of sixteen and twenty, up to seventy percent of us meet our future partner. That statistic, while gaping in its possibilities, fails to follow through and list the percentage of how many work out in the end. But the numbers don’t lie. What they fail to tell us is that perhaps we have met them, maybe even held their hand, mocked their beards or helped design the ink that now decorates their fleshy canvas. What if our roads already crossed, and yet here we are, many days later walking the pa
.Release me.You're lying on your bed late at night, in your room without lights...Release me. by BlackRoseMew
Your eyes are looking somewhere in the black dark, not focusing anywhere...
Trying to remember the title of the song you were listening to earlier..
The clock is ticking, every second that passes by. It is so pie and peaceful. Everything can be heard.
Now you're hearing the voice inside of your head so intense, clear as crystal..
RELEASE ME! The song title was Release me! What could be the story behind the song, you wondered..
A smile appeared. Your eyes are still looking on the black walls, where the trip begins, you're thinking, connecting situations, becoming abstracted.. hundreds of foolish thoughts crosses your mind, and other hundreds of important thoughts do the same, it’s like a chain.. You remember people, hear their voices, you see smiles, memories.
You start thinking of details you didn't believe you could still remember. Not anymore at home, you're on your old 's schoolyard, at the park of your o
.Save me.Past midnight..Save me. by BlackRoseMew
The girl was lying ragged on her bed. Insomnia.
She scratched the mattress while thinking intensely.
For a while as her eyes were staring at the ceiling, pictures of her life appeared in front of her eyes. She didn't want to remember anything, but the details were so intense, which wouldn't allow her to forget. Colors, smells, voices .. everything so real.
She closed her eyes, weeping .. looking for tranquility, the absolute vacuum.
Her weakness was holding her back, she felt trapped. As if she was tied by invisible chords, which choke her. Pulled her in the dark.
Every single night the same dream.. She escapes, finds herself and survives. But awakens again in reallity. And the nightmare begins again ..
Speaking each night to herself, searching for courage, hoping to wake up one morning without realizing that it was all just a dream.
Alone she walks through the darkness, looking for the strength to get away from everything, be redeemed.
Dark Flames ch. 2“You know, you have a daughter, I have a son. How convenient, isn’t it?” The woman said with a smirk as she brought her cigarette back to her red lips. “And you need money, my family has money. It would be such a great deal for you.”Dark Flames ch. 2 by Shippo3313
“If you really think that I’ll let my daughter near anyone related to you…” He sighed and looked away from the woman. Lydia would kill him if he brought that guy for Irene and he knew it well. “What would you get from this deal anyway?”
“Don’t be so harsh, he’s not like me. Look, you can keep questioning this or you can accept the deal and see if the relationship works between them.” The woman was just a little bit shorter than him, with dark skin and short dirty blond hair. Her ears were pointy and her eyes a dark brown, close to black. “So, what’s your answer?”
“Fine…” He mumbled. He couldn’t believe he was low
Dark Flames ch. 1“So, how much for the shape shifting stone?”Dark Flames ch. 1 by Shippo3313
“Only twenty five gold coins dear.”
“Twenty five? You have to be kidding me.”
“Other merchants sell it for fifty, some for even more. Twenty five or no deal for you, sweetie.”
Irene knew the old lady from the shop too well. She knew her stones were some of the best in Luria and the truth was that they were pretty cheap. She sighed and took twenty five coins out of her pocket. “Here is your money ma’am.”
The old woman took the gold with no hesitation and gave her the small stone. The stone looked like a small pearl, perfectly round but it was red instead of white. “I’m glad I could help you out Irene. By the way, that little stone from your necklace… would you mind letting me study it a little?”
Irene raised an eyebrow, her purple eyes fixed on the woman. “You know I can’t use my magic without it.” The woman knew it too well, but she h
The Wretched Hand of Justice - part I PROLOGUEThe Wretched Hand of Justice - part I by Mara--Skywalker
The pistol’s hollow clack announced the absence of ammunition. Jhavin furiously threw it away and drew his magical curved saber in less than a second. But it took that same amount of time for the monster to sink its poisonous fangs into his forearm. Jhavin refused to cry out, and swung his free fist and clobbered the four-legged abomination’s skull, but still the creature would not unclamp its jaw. So the fighter switched the saber in his other hand and split open the hound’s neck, right along the spine. It yelped loudly, then released Jhavin’s arm and leaped aside, struggling to keep balance. But Jhavin would not allow it to recover. H
The Wretched Hand of Justice - part II Jhavin stared at Rasha for several silent moments while acknowledging the terrible news, not devoid of bewilderment. His thoughts trailed away, in search of possible or acceptable explanations.The Wretched Hand of Justice - part II by Mara--Skywalker
“How could such a thing occur?” he finally asked, displeased by the event. It did not make sense, if he were to believe her. “Kel’Abnajuur was banished several years ago, sealed away.”
“Indeed”, she replied. “But his chaos was detected by the Patriarch and he has urged that this issue be dealt with before he can fully materialize.”
”So, he is not yet completely powerful…”
Jhavin was lost in thought once more, thinking everything over and going through every possibility. Cadmus noticed; he just shrugged an
Weer Vrij: In Flanders fields pt 1A bright orange sun shined as it’s rays lighted the strikingly beautiful landscape of the Dutch countryside. Fall had set in and the trees, grass and scrubs had all turned color. Birds flew low between the branches, disturbed as they were by the grinding of high-power engines pulling armoured vehicles, transport trucks and the accompanying jeeps.Weer Vrij: In Flanders fields pt 1 by papajack1
From where he was sitting, Ludwig could see full well the small dirt road that lead to the village behind him and he watched as the convoy of raw recruits rolled past the dreamy scenery. His back against his jeep stopped on a small hill, he sighed. Duty was calling.
So he got up on his feet, brushed the dirt off his otherwise pristine uniform and turned to overlook the village. The trucks had entered the town square and the soldiers, young and old, were calmly getting out.
“Enjoying the scenery, brüder?”
Ludwig tensed up and did not turn to meet the voice that was speaking to him.
“I was, actually. It’s a sha
Weer Vrij: In Flanders fields pt 2After the departure from Antwerp, the 1st Canadian army along with Dutch, Belgian and Polish troops began advancing into the Scheldt, dislodging German resistance along their way. It was slow going and dangerous, as the flooded terrain made off-road movement dangerous for both man and machine, and the Germans hadn’t lost their touch for ambushes.Weer Vrij: In Flanders fields pt 2 by papajack1
But those were things Matthieu couldn’t change from where he was. All he could do was pray for his men and leave the rest to them as he worked to keep those directly under his command safe.
“I can at least do that much.” He thought as he prepared himself for what was ahead.
The trio along with a small group of soldiers crawled silently trough the grass as they made their way towards the small farm house. Located as it was near the road, it was a perfect spot for the Germans to delay the advance… And inflict some terrible losses in the process.
“Bella, you see anything?” he asked, turning to the camouf
Alea iacta est: Fall of TyrannyAlea iacta est: Fall of Tyranny by papajack1
It was a perfect day.
The warm sun was shining as brightly and the sky was as blue as ever and, for once in a long time, Matthieu Williams felt truly at peace as he strolled along the deck of the transport ship, packed as it was with his own soldiers. As he made his way, the national avatar couldn't help but smile at the playful mood of the mostly still-young men. Some were playing with cards, while others were simply sprawled around and enjoying the weather.
All, that was, but one.
The young short-haired and green-eyed man was simply sitting with his back against the ship's railing. Of course, he was more then what he seemed. He was a national avatar too, and Matthieu's own province of Quebec, adopted from their shared master, Arthur Kirkland: the British Empire.
Philippe Williams merely raised his eyes towards his master, who was now also looking at him with a smirk. Probably because of how Philippe was desperately trying to cool himself by staying in the shadows and wearing only his
PERCY: THE LORD OF TIMEPERCYPERCY: THE LORD OF TIME by Zazzine
The world ended when Leo Valdez poked the father of all Titans in the eye.
It had started out as a regular day in the Roman camp. The satyrs (I mean, fauns) were stealing quesadillas from the Roman pavilion, pegasuses (no wait, pegasi) were flying through the perfect sky, and campers were screaming for the latest blood-stacle course between the Roman and Greek representatives. I was clinging onto the rock wall for my dear neck, because a blood-stacle course is exactly what it sounds like. An obstacle course. With a lot of blood.
I looked down at the crowd of orange and purple. I would be representing orange, of course. When Reyna said she was planning an event to bring the two camps together, this had not been what I was expecting.
I felt a drip of sweat slide off my forehead and onto an unfortunate crowd member below. I tried not to think about how my pits were sweating like crazy as I managed to pull myself up
DesejoQual é o seu desejo?Desejo by Eddkun
Que o Mundo se quebre
Quer quebrar o Mundo com suas Próprias Mãos?
Eu poderia fazer isso, mas seria apenas por diversão
No Fim, nada mudaria
Eu Também sou parte desse mundo distorcido
O que você deseja?
Que o mundo se quebre
Que algo diferente aconteça
Me cansei de ver todos os dias
O Bem se tornar Mal, e o Mal se tornar Bem
O amor é a Unica Solução
Mas eu ainda não consigo amar
Como Parte desse mundo distorcido
Eu só consigo odiar
Eu sou diferente
e ainda assim
igual a todos
Kicking off April!From lacoterie!Kicking off April! by TwilightPoetess
April is almost upon us, and us Admin feel it's high time we try to kick this group back into high gear, so here's the scoop:
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SURPRISE! Special Promotion!SURPRISE! Special Promotion! by GrimFace242
It's time for another Special Promotion! If you haven't already, take a look at our latest Feature. BUT, when you leave your comment/critique, drop the link to the comment in THIS journal and as long as it's date stamped before midnight tonight, you'll be entered into a special drawing for a commission from MiniJacksonDiAngelo. Up to FIVE winners will be chosen at random!
Putting the Work back in Workshop!This Article is about Writers-WorkshopPutting the Work back in Workshop! by Beccalicious
Firstly, I need to offer you all an apology. This group was once spectacular and did a lot for the community at the time, but once we switched to the group format, it struggled. A lot of reasons why it struggled, but mostly a lack of interest and energy fading.
However, its a spirited group with a lot of members; it would be a shame to lose what we have. Some people may think its sometimes best to let the past rest, and these very sensible people are probably right. However, I am not sensible and willing to put a bit of energy to do something with this group, if there is an interest.
The concept of a workshop is to engage a group of people in a particular subject area and to work intensively around that subject over a period of time. It's a great way to test yourself and explore different approaches and behaviors to your writing. What we do here isn't about winning points, its about expanding an
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things I'd like to tell you - a shortlistv. If I knew of a way to fuse our brain synapses together and show you that I love you, well – I probably wouldn’t do it. Because that’s creepy. And also I don’t have a medical degree. So until I get a medical degree and potentially break a few laws in the name of passion or science, you’ll just have to take my word for it. I love you. I love you. If love is a thing caused by rushes of dopamine, I’m probably suffering from dopamine toxicity. The doctors should probably check me for that.
DominanceI love quiet people,
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