Tale of Two DevourersThe Girl was little and wretched. Just like everybody in the town. Poor, dirty, sore. Her little room was filled by books. Little handbooks and enormous tomes were all over the floor, plugging holes in her walls, serving as “windows” that she could open and close at her will, serving as pillows, tables and chairs. The Man was wretched too. His house was full of books as well. They stood in huge bookcases up to reach the infinitely high ceiling. The little money he had went on them, and his house, empty of anything else, was full with volumes. He was poor. And sore as well. Sore every time he went downhill for fifteen minutes tTale of Two Devourers
KitsuneI love to look at sleeping men And there is nothing ever dearer. It is aesthetic - nothing can Draw me as near, let alone nearer.Kitsune
I love to look at their weak flesh. Now I can bite it, hurt it, kill it! Yet I will not. I am not rash. I'll lure it to my home, I'll steal it.
And so it be - with me eternal For weeks, until it rots and stinks. Infinite days - not those from journals; Days which the forest slowly drinks.
Then, after weeks from this endeavor I'll walk again from my dark den. But now he sleeps. He'll sleep forever. I love t
Pig.Aha oe feii?You did bring the bliss, and affection you brought. You guessed very dreams, very hopes, very thoughts. You could learn from the love, you also could teach. You got every gift in and out of your reach. You did bring the poems, the diamonds and gold. You did tell all tales that can ever be told. You brought all the stars of the heavens to see. *** It’s just that you haven’t done this to me…Aha oe feii?
Communities and CreativityThe following was written by the author in short bursts; he wrote an idea as soon as he came to it. However, it has been slightly edited to be more enjoyable to read. In the “chat” part of this text, the author’s lines can be identified by his nickname, “cyraq”. His friend is identified as “Vual”.Communities and Creativity
look at this chat with a friend 15:32 < cyraq> Vual: the only thing that matters is just the huge difference between each human being views life, isn’t it
15:32 < cyraq> the only thing that matters 15:32 < cyraq> is the difference in viewing life 15:35 < cyraq> why don’t people already know this, damn it 1
ThoughtsThe sun barely shone through the clouds as it prepared to set, giving the atmosphere an air of cold gray. Nadim stood there, in front of the school, his backpack hanging on his shoulder, staring at the distance. He saw a tall, thin man wearing a blue suit straighten his tie while giving him a blank look, then slowly walk away.Thoughts
"Welcome back." she said. "What's happening?" he asked. "I'm still knitting information together, here and there." "I see. Are you ready?" They smiled in unison. The two mages raised their hands, their magestic robes caressing the floor. With one gesture, the broken city was rebuilt.
Note to myself.
Apprehensive
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