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Song of PatmosRecall those days that never came: The weight of starlight on the tongue, The sweet warm touch of noon-day sun And dwell not upon this autumn rain.Song of Patmos
The skies annouce the revellation. Once we stood and saw them still, at peace. Perhaps on further observation, Motionless out of strength of will.
And the bells, they toll for John, and John alone. It is with ease one does missplace what was gained with saintly grace, Leaving only fatal visions, carved in fatal stone.
by ~xRANAx
Contest - Untitled as of yetOn the edge of town there is a church, ancient, stone and humble. It has a bell tower, silhouetted against the pink-orange glow of dawn. There is a crack in the stained glass window, Charlie can recall the day it happened, and there is the untrimmed hedge and the maple tree by the front steps. Charlie paints it all from memory, in Samantha’s sitting room. Always Samantha, never Sam. Her long red hair is pulled back as always. Polished, sophisticated Samantha with her green cocktail dresses and down town Toronto apartment. Charlie likes her best on the rare occasions that her hair is down, when it falls in her face and she lets him push iContest - Untitled as of yet
by ~xRANAx
Mind-reader“I want you to think of a number between one and ten.” he says. I think. I think as hard as I can. The most common numbers chosen between one and ten are three and seven. I chose five. Five is nice. In between. “Don’t tell me what it is.” He says. Then he shuts his eyes. He shuts his eyes so tightly that the lids scrunch up and the top of his nose wrinkles. “Okay.” I say and lean back in my chair and think over and over in my head: Five, Five. “Okay. I’ve got a number.” His lips turn up into a smile but his face stays contorted as if he’s jusMind-reader
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lavenderHe does not know for sure where he is anymore. In the summer, there is a hint of honeysuckle on the breeze that makes him think of the south. Of Georgia and of Oklahoma. He will sit for hours under a sun so fierce it could be over some far away desert, some distant wasteland of sand and unmarked graves. He sits very still, sweat condensing in beads along his upper lip and he can hear the vultures. Their cries ring in his ears and make his hairs stand on end. They are looking for him, they are waiting until they will find what ever is left of him when this world is finished. His one room home is blandly furnished. A woodlavender
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- Current Residence: Canada
- Interests: books, history, middle eastern dance, traveling
- Favourite movie: the breakfast club, Jaws, Full Metal Jacket
- Favourite band or musician: Great Big Sea, Jeremy Fisher, barenaked ladies, Heart, Fleetwood Mac
- Favourite genre of music: Most stuff, odd attraction to 80s pop and folk-ish stuff
- Favourite artist: Tealin, WOLVEY
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The moving finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on:nor all thy piety not wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a word of it.
}Demented Angel{ >inevitably cute<
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Who's that?
The Doctor.
Doctor who?
Yep.
What?
Exactly.
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Who's that?
The Doctor.
Doctor who?
Yep.
What?
Exactly.
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Who's that?
The Doctor.
Doctor who?
Yep.
What?
Exactly.
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i got another picture up. yay for rachael and her wonderful digital camera. woop.
so many things to say.
1) FINALLY COMPUTER!!! Trip did not fare well on my computer usage.
2)Thank You for mentioning me. yay.
3)All of those stories look muchly promising. I would happily draw for all of them. If you want.Please.
4)Who is Garett Walker?
5)Its Oracle.
6) Isn't it just INFURIATING when no one has commented on your stuff? Gawd I just want to die sometimes.
7) I WAS AT THE X-MANSION!! or, atleast the outside of it. in x2. you see it twice.
i love you Royal Roads ( almost wrote toads)
I havent talked to my dad yet, but summer sounds good visit wise.
talk soon i hope (go on!now!)
-sara ( or wolvy, if you prefer)
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