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ConnectionsI have always held there exists a certain fondness between strangers, an almost joint solitude amongst society's rejects. These people who will never meet each others eye's are closer than most families for they embrace a shared pain, a shared suffering as they stand alone.Connections by Caboose96
Connection may come from intimacy or distance.
I write all this as I myself stand alone amid tiny crowds of people as the rain spatters the page and the ink blurs. Perhaps in another time and another placer my tears would mingle with the ink and the rain to form a work of art no-one will see upon this page I grip so tightly with icy hands.
Winter's DemiseThe first daisies freeWinter's Demise by 24-Stars-of-Nirvana
the barren grounds from the
winter's freezing grasp.
AvalancheWhite smoking waves ripAvalanche by 24-Stars-of-Nirvana
and engulf the evergreens,
Elizabeth McCoyI’ve lived here in Felix’s place since Taylor was about three,Elizabeth McCoy by 24-Stars-of-Nirvana
So I know my daughter was never loud, or even excessively social.
All the sudden, some European approached us on our way in
And gave Taylor a suspicious look because of her darker hue.
Then he went on about hearing strange noises above him and
I immediately concluded he blamed my daughter.
This bastard thought he could live under me for a few weeks and
Indirectly accuse my sixteen-year-old of rambunctious behavior!
I honestly couldn’t believe that man with his perverted glare
And unbearable stench of alcohol,
Not to mention the irony coming from this drunk’s mouth!
His juvenile bickering with his wife
Was heard almost daily by anyone and everyone.
On countless occasions, he would purposefully stop me
Just to complain and talk about these "strange noises."
How his wife tolerated the obnoxious noise and immature arguments
Was always unfathomable to me.
Understanding As I try and sleep tonight, two things come into my mind. One is my economics test tomorrow, and the other is about my writing.Understanding by infinitywarriorinc
All I did, had done and will do, revolved around some sort of romantic setting, usually with two different species involved. I knew not why, and for the longest of times, I didn't question it.
So, after a year of animes and mangas, I still find myself preferring romantic settings with different species involved (often nekos, or otherwise.) I asked myself, about two weeks ago, "Why do I enjoy this?"
The questions sprang about in my head: "Is it because I cannot understand what 'love' means?"; "Is it because of my fascination with the possibility of other sentient species?"; "Or perhaps, it just differs from the norm, and it intrigues me more and more?"
Then, I hadn't an idea of what it meant or what it was. But tonight, I think I finally understand. The romance, the Romeo & Juliet, the youkai and the h
1984 Through Music 1984 Through Music1984 Through Music by GoodTiming
Music has the ability to either reflect or inspire with just a simple tune or complicated melody. Whether it comes from an mp3 player, phonograph, or a live band, people constantly turn to music to release the day's stresses and inspire themselves with new ideas. A song has a power that allows anyone to interpret their own meaning and apply it to daily life. For Winston Smith, a Party member in George Orwell's 1984, music allows him to see simplicity and beautiful in a frightening, ugly, and utterly hopeless world. Through songs in the novel, Winston is able to hope for a brighter tomorrow, see respect for the true past, and highlight stronger negative emotions.
Sometimes, music can be used to convey a sense of tragedy or negative emotion. It can reflect a broken spirit through a haunting melody or meaningful lyrics. Orwell plays on this in a scene where Winston sits in the Chestnut Tree Café. He observes three men, J
The Goddess's Forsaken Island - First ContactThe Goddess's Forsaken Island - First Contact by pwassonne
That's it. It should be over there.
Except it isn't.
Actually, wasn't there originally more than one? Like, three of them?
The elevator will be broken, of course.
I haven't been on the island many times, but I remember it quite well, from seeing it through my Goddess's eyes. This time, it will be the other way round. I was repairing my little house, just a normal house, and then I remembered the island. A long time ago, the Goddess left this world. It seems like the island has been deserted ever since.
(And then my Goddess says, I wonder if people settled on it.
That would be fun.
But I'm skeptical.)
The elevator is indeed broken. About half the wooden platform is gone, and there's water everywhere, flowing, I forgot to bring a bucket, there's no way I can get to the basement, never mind, it could be worse. At least there isn't any lava.
I swim away.
The waterfall is right there, and I'm not sure if that's where it's supposed to be. Never mind. It's a long way
Forbidden Fruit"What are you doing?"Forbidden Fruit by mirz-alt
He was standing behind her and she could hear gentle movements, like shifting of cloth. Suddenly soft fabric fell across her eyes. She could feel it tighten around her head as he pulled and knotted it behind her.
"I don't understand?" she asked. She wasn't scared, but a bit of apprehension was creeping into her bones.
She could feel him move in front of her. He was standing close and his hand brushed her cheek. "I want to kiss you," he admitted, his voice both nervous and self-assured.
"But..." she argued, not sure what to say beyond that sole word. She knew she couldn't. She knew she shouldn't.
"See no evil," he murmured.
She didn't understand, but she trembled as he moved towards her.
"It's not a sin if you don't know who's kissing you," he whispered.
As his lips met hers, her heart raced, her arms pulling him close.
"The sin is not in the kissing, " she countered softly, as he pulled away. "The sin is in the wanting it."