'Oh, it's a guillotine,
Can you sing, this song,
A tune falling, in between,
Sing it, all night long.
I, am the Shepherdess, singing
A song of many, a year ago,
Here the church bell, ringing,
Oh, here I am. Lo!
It's a guillotine,
A song sung, to the night!
I am reverent, singing,
Songs of the...
There is no way of life for me and you,
Our solace for each other is far to few.
I have an ache in my bones,
I listen to your dial tones.
There is no us between me and you,
Our contact is far to few.
I listen to your dial tones.
One may choose to love the inter webs,
Others may laugh and...
The sky was a late evening blue, waves crashed along the shoreline. A viking long house was along the shore. It was the year 1056
There was a single room cabin. Benches were used as both beds and seats. Along the walls you could see the dried meat hanging from the walls.
Arnbjorn woke up to...
The winter landscape snowed heavily - a port city glowed during the night. Otis is sweeping the floor of the gas station, and saw the manager coming up behind him.
"Otis, what did I tell you about," The boss looked at the clock. "waiting around twiddling your thumbs?"
"Sorry sir, I'll make...
Beyond the hillsides, beyond the hillsides raining hard. The hillsides cry in big buckets, wondering if it ends. At the end, a new life begins.
Christmas brings the truest, brings the truest tears within. At the end, a new life begins. And only hidden sorrows reign supreme. For on Christmas, it...
The time after graduation is always quiet; you never know when the sounds you hear are only things you think you hear, much like my vision that declining a little bit every year, I always seem to see something in the distance. But you can't let things like that get you down, when you have a book...
Perhaps the willow trees
The swing softly in the breeze,
Long for another day for rain to come,
As the thunder bangs its drum.
Although the day has come,
For rain to come again some other day,
The rain ignore ones wishes,
For it to bother one some other day.
Rain, though you don't go away,
Content warning: Adult content
My name is Hemato Tomato, I have a thing for blood. I used to think it was decapitation. Then I met the love of my life.
In her previous lifetime, she had lived in The Black Forest of Alsace France. After she died of old age, she had unfinished business. Her next...
Beneath the clouds,
Beneath the clouds in the darkness.
Farewell to the lullabies, splender in flight.
The mistress in her tavern,
Told of lore of men from caverns.
Indeed, their skin is so fare and white.
Goodnight dreams, goodnight life
To tavern life.
The crows from above,
It was the following morning me and my friend woke up in the hospital.
He spent the entire morning watching television mindlessly, while trying
to think of what happened in those tunnels in the darkness. I was left
craving going back down to find out what the meaning of the symbols were,
When Orwell wrote 1984, he wasn't expecting there to be simulation coastal
vistas, using meatspace avatars while glancing the view while on the wire.
And unlike like groups specialized towards sex education, in practice actual
sex education was surprisingly presient for the writer. And yet the...
It had been many months since World War III, and in many ways it
both exceeded and and underwhelmed my imagination. Then the robot rebels came
and went, then the super computer overlords. On the run from dream-scanners,
and found myself hoping for some kind of release from my misery. It started...
Bits and bytes, it was the stuff taught as basics in high school computer
class. Boring, but necessary. At least at first. The flickered out at light speed,
and I get on my computer. I checked logged in, checked email, and jacked out. I had
tried various writing websites since the start of my...
An old post card on the shelf,
That was an old storybook,
Where fawns were sure to play,
And by the moonlight, sail ships shook,
Small coastal town, for food there
Was no delay.
Worlds of magic, wonder, and dust,
It gathered for many years it must,
And as there was not anyone to...
When Aida went back to her mother’s house, she found out that her mother had received word about her accomplishments. Whether she had already known or not, she didn’t seem to act like she cared all that much about anything she did. It was almost like she only wanted her to do chores, and nothing...
A few months later, into a more heavenly light.
Night young and bright. Almost evening, closing light.
Mother tucked her daughter under the covers, then forgot to tell her Aida a bedtime story. A song of the deer, running and playing. In little groups of dear mates, never an only...