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It's Cold In Here...Damn it's cold in here
They said I wouldn't feel anything. That it would be just like going to sleep, and that I'd wake up years from now, when they'd discovered a way to reverse the debilitating condition that's wasting all of my muscles, including my heart, and it would feel like no time has passed.
I suppose there was no way they could know, really. It's not like anyone has ever gone through this process and then been woken up before. It's funny, that thought never troubled me until now. Do they really know if this works or not? I was too afraid of dying to care. Which is ironic, because my wife always told me that I was too afraid
A New DawnI always used to take comfort in the old cliche that no matter how far apart we were, the same sun would beat down upon us. That was when we first met, of course, and you were always so far away. We'd stay up all night talking and the distance would seem to melt away. It didn't matter that we couldn't be together, I loved you just the same.
Of course, that all changed with the war. Stupid nonsense, really. Like all wars, no one wanted it, no one wanted to be fighting, and yet we all just did as we were told. We held out hope for a brighter tomorrow, for a new dawn.
The war ended, as wars do, and we could finally be together. I'm sorry, I sh
ConfessionAt night they come to life
They crawl down the tower, cloaked in the shadow of darkness, keeping to the edges of perception like some long forgotten evil at the corners of your mind. They seek me out, I hear them scratching at the door, and before I know it they're here, inside my head. They claw their way inside and burrow deep inside my darkest secrets. They reach within my soul and find the inky blackness that I hide from everyone. They bring it all to the surface and make me do things. Things that I would never do. Except, in my heart, I've done them a thousand times.
Oh, the deeds they make me do The blood, the violence, th
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
Lilac II - tankaa star-glow
connects their breaths -
a river path.
in lilac light
she forgets to sigh.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More