by LaurenSField
It's different now.
This problem between you and me,
Is pulling out,
All the patience in my being.
And it's sad.
This problem's not our own.
Our life was stolen,
By a selfish man upon his thrown.
But I hope you see me in the morning,
With sun as it is rising,
And at night as the moonlight in the dark.
I hope your heart grows fonder.
And I hope that I get stronger.
As we live our short lives apart.
Now this is more than just a fight.
You're just one more thing to pray for at night. read more
by tailcast
Another four hours of restless rest
Topped with two of pure imagination;
Stories I tell only myself
And will never have the will to write.
Stories that grow in lands
where dragons breathe fire,
as a symbol of
empathetic reasoning.
Mossy moats and castles
stretching across the Irish country,
or maybe it's British Isles,
some far of corner of Loire's valley,
or to turn a phrase
a new kind of Zeal-land.
And sprites and fairies
dance upon stone walls,
whispering secrets kept for centuries.
Unicorns prance in meadows
while the dragon's love abounds.
Where all the people sing in harmony
and not a voice is shunned.
Where love of land and neighbor
no longer wage war with the hearts of
fear, doubt, rage, madness, regret, sorrow, guilt,
rejection, abandonment, hurt, harm, or hatred.
Disturbing thoughts find healing
in absolute acceptance.
All of mankind's sins
are unanimously forgiven,
without a god in sight!
For here the people know
the true meaning of
divine understanding.
Every day is a celebration
Every moment is an event
Every word finds an ear
and every hand is sublime
You can take from me all my bodily functions
You can take from me my voice
You… read more
In short
"That's swell" is a "Newsies & Pickpockets" adventure you can play right here and now just by following the links. You begin bycreating a character; that should take you no time at all. You will be a 12 years old young boy or girl, who lives on his own in the great city of New Paris, somewhere southwards of New York City, around 1900.
You have no parents, so you have to earn your own money by selling papers, doing errands and perhaps delivering messages in and around New Paris. But New Paris is no ordinary city, there are always some strange rumor running, sightings of ghosts, stories about foreign spies, forgotten pirate treasures, mad scientists and perhaps, just perhaps wizards.
You'll need:
A few old fashioned six sided dice (about four, but you can get away with just one)
Or use some online dice roller. It will open in another page or tab.
Something to write like pencil and paper, or just open a text editor like notepad.
The rules
Don't worry about them, I'll be sharing them as you go. If you are curious, let me tell you, they are a simplified version of "Newsies & Pickpockets", which is a… read more
by Pete Hood
“You bastard." Lily didn't shout, but spoke quietly, in a kind of shock. For the moment, she could think of nothing else to say, and she repeated the word a few times, as if it were a mantra: "Bastard, bastard, bastard," as if the chant could somehow reverse what had been done, the intimacy that was anathema to her.
Fully dressed now, Martin was giving orders. "Chris, take her uniform and fly it from the flagpole, like we planned. We're going to be legends for this. Rest of you, let's get her back to my room."
Still naked, with her hands still tied, and the press of bodies making it impossible for her to kick, Lily was infuriatingly defenceless as she was half-manhandled, half carried down the stairs. Martin had claimed her as his own, but three other opportunistic pairs of hands were everywhere on her body, stroking, tickling, playfully squeezing.
“You dirty sods, keep your filthy paws to yourselves!" she gasped. Martin smiled.
“Don't worry, you'll be all mine soon enough."
Back outside at last, she blinked in the sudden glare of the sun. Her bike lay discarded; it seemed like a relic of a lost age, an age… read more
Surrounded by the catacombs of Vales’ collapsing society, stood King House. The dilapidated appearance of King House was not unusual compared to the graffiti stained houses that populated the lower class cesspool. The Governments ‘blind spot’, the locals called it. Crime was on the rise, just last week a young man was stabbed (not fatally) outside a newsagents just around the corner. For most, it was the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see the police at work. For others, it was yet another ambulance that blared it’s sirens way past two o’ clock in the morning. It was an accident, the police said, the offender didn‘t know what he was doing. Well, the elderly couple which witnessed the crime disagreed, as they saw (even with their bad eyesight) a young man deliberately stabbing another for his wallet. Despite the polices’ reluctance, the case went to court. Much later, the elderly couple were found dead in their house. Their medical records say this was due to old age. People argued, but no one dared to protest, as they would end up the same way.
It was this level of corruption that made the locals vacate in surprising haste. Few remained behind, due to… read more
by sisterjulia
There's no fight left
No waste of breath
No strength to find
Another step
Another stage
Another try
To salvage bits
Of things slipped by
To tired to wriggle
I finally rest
and find the peace
Of no contest
The truth of us
The truth of me
There's only one thing
I can be. read more
by Crispy
Crispy’s Personal Life Manifesto1) Love All, Do No Harm.2) Treat The Earth And All That Comes From It Like You Would Your Own Dear Mother.3) Music, Words and Colours Are Good For The Soul.4) Don’t Be Frightened To Make Mistakes; They Are As Valuable To Us As Our Successes.5) Remember, You Don’t Need A Reason To Be Happy. Being Alive Should Be More Than Enough!6) You Can’t Control Everything.7) Diversity Is Good.8.i) Get Up And Do Something!8.ii) ....But Sometimes, It’s Good To Just Sit.9) Sharing Is A Great Virtue.10)“Let It Be” What would your life manifesto be? Why not have a go at writing yours.... read more
by golden
My friend, who I know from experience likes to listen more than to speak, usually while sitting with a half empty pint of ale in one hand and a cigarette in the other, nodding and smiling in rhythm to the words of his current companion, not feigning an interest but genuinely sympathetic, black hair unkempt and long with the promise of a thousand brush strokes never made, scuffed leather shoes and tweed green sports jacket giving the impression of an ex-public school boy down on his luck, his brown eyes glazed through a fog of tobacco smoke with a vagueness resulting from a thousand drinks bought for him and by him in equal measure (for my friend always kept company in pairs), discussing the cricket, also able to play when the mood took him and capable of bowling a mean curved ball, but picked less often for the team than he could have been on account of missing as many matches as he made either through sitting too often and for too long in his local or lying in a hospital bed as a result, it saddens me to say, is dead.
Jack did not die, as you… read more
I am running through darkness, completely naked. The ground is covered by ice and snow causing a sharp and bitter pain to run through my legs with every stride. Though my sides are splitting and I have little breath left I don't turn around and I don't dare slow down. Without the knowledge of why I am running, I am struck with the feeling that I am running toward something and not away from something. Completely void of emotion: I am neither sad nor glad, I am not excited or frightened. I just am. I am running, cold, and in pain... nothing more.
Suddenly I am stopped, flipped over, knocked flat on my back by something, I don't know what, but there is a stinging, burning pain at my waistline, across my stomach. I roll over and draw my knees underneath me to meet my chest. I reach up slowly into the utter darkness until I found what it was that had sent me tumbling. It's thin barbed wire. Two strands run close together.
My body frozen, I can feel the warmth of my blood turning cold as it rolls down my abdomen and over my legs. Blinded by the darkness I feel for the damage. I… read more
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