Life on the sea can make a man frown,
It knocks you back, forth, and all around,
The Cap’n makes a fuss, sun rise to sun down,
O’ what I’d give to hear me Maggie’s soft sound,
Me Maggie’s a beauty,
She isn’t a brute,
She’ll love ya for free,
So kick off your boots,
Me heart is a lock and she has the key,
So Maggie, me love, please wait for me!
Long days, no breaks, me life’s a mess,
Father’s winds blow, wrackin’ me much stress,
I can’t take another day, me soul must confess,
I long for me Maggie and her skin to caress,
Me Maggie’s a beauty,
She isn’t a brute,
She
Shivers clawed up my spine as darkness cleared from my vision. My hands traced across the strange new ground on which I lay. As I tried to lift my body onto my feet, a ferocious pain slams into my arm. I had nearly forgotten the events before I'd blacked-out and awoke behind this chain link wall, but the pain brought it all back in a whirlwind.
I had been standing on my porch, drawing in the snow-coated scene around me. The air was crisp and brought with it a nipping jaw, as it always did. Perhaps it was the sunset that made the land look so beautiful that day. Maybe it was the little children laughing and playing. Or maybe I only truly saw
Things to do When We're Down by OCTFollowers, literature
Literature
Things to do When We're Down
"Things to do When We're Down for the Count"
BY US
Watch out Maintenance Counter reach 'Zero'.
GENERAL
Throw a surprise party for yourself. Turn off all the lights, then turn them on and yell "Surprise!" Act shocked.
Color outside the lines.
Go to grocery store in a bathrobe, slippers, and a towel around your head. Rubber ducky optional.
Invent strange and unusual diseases with symptoms such as boils and welts, strange hacking sounds, change of skintone (bright pastels work best), dillusions, non-functioning limbs, etc). Then pretend you have them. Make sure they're highly contagious, then cough and lean on people.
Dress in a black ca
Butterfly ?
A furry face poked around the trunk of a tree, black eyes wide, pink nose quivering. Sneak, as he was called, had been sent out to find Butterfly, their medicine man, so he could come back and help with a feverish child.
Fluffy tail twitching, Sneak scampered forward, wet nose sniffling. He could smell the iron scent of blood that always accompanied their medicine man. Mixed with the odor was the honey-like smell of Roma, his snapdragon. She was blooming.
He stood on his back two legs, brought his claws up to cup his mouth, and yelled, Butterfly?
Once again, no response.
Squawking angrily
DD: The Day of Outbreak by Christoph-the-Great, literature
Literature
DD: The Day of Outbreak
Day of outbreak
Open your eyes to the sounds of sirens and screams,
I can promise this isnt another creepy zombie dream.
Ask yourself if youre truly awake, go on, pinch yourself,
Sooner gripping the reality will be better for the health.
Turn on the television, the news is looping an emergency broadcast,
An evacuation has been ordered, you better run, and you better run fast.
Unknowing you step into the outside world, now a miserable little hell,
To your right is whats left of the neighbors boy, the one you knew so well?
Something seems to click as your eyes widen, come to grips with things, have you?
Good t
My island was a perfect world,
Where pasturing sheep was my only concern in the day,
Where counting stars was my only concern in the night.
Where duty, honor and war,
(All murder in disguise)
Were just distant waves on the sea.
But humans come, to my island,
Led by the noble hero, strong, brave.
With greed melded in their blood,
They slaughtered the peaceful goats,
Then moved on to my home.
I hate the taste of human.
But they have to learn one day:
That blind followers are led
By blind leaders.
That monsters and villains
Are just the ones who cannot tell their story.
So I am the monster,
Defeated by the noble hero Odysseus,
I Wish I Could Tell You by nooodisaster, literature
Literature
I Wish I Could Tell You
To my human:
I wish I could tell you
that I love the dog food you give me,
but throwing in more of the chicken ones
wouldn't hurt
And I wish I could tell you
That not all bugs that crawl on you are bad,
just the ones that bite
Because it makes me worry to see you worry
And I wish I could tell you
It's okay to pee wherever you want
and to please stop picking up my poop
I put it there for a reason
And I wish I could tell you
to slow down and smell a little
or you'll have gained nothing
by the time you get to where you're going
And I wish I could tell you
not to worry so much about how you look
you never have to try
to look b
(#1: Oct. 15)
Hi.
I'm not entirely sure why I'm writing this. Maybe I think writing will help calm me somehow. Or get my mind off things. Take me away from this place. Something like that.
The light's constantly flickering above me. It makes it hard to write in a straight line, hardly being able to see. Sorry about that. I didn't notice it till now. I guess the power must be starting to work again. It stopped working a while back. Well, I guess it was only a day ago.
It seems a lot longer than that.
My name is Jacob. If anyone finds this, I want them to know that at least. Some people call me Jake, a lot of people call me Grii, but
Out in the forest, there's a small tree, just a few years old. All around it are tall oaks, as green as limes in the sun. But the small tree's leaves are a cold crimson brown, devoid of the life all the others soak in. Down by the small tree, light is as precious as gold, hidden under mountains of shadows.
My Dad told me that tree would be lucky to last through spring. But seasons pass and the tree refuses to die. It clings to the life it can grasp, and waits for the day it will grow above the rest.
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The world was changing. Either that, or I was changing. My friends were changing. The playful banter we