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Meeting Someone All his life Simon Stevens knew something was missing. He'd tried filling this abyss of emptiness with objects, pets, servants, money, and yet still he knew that he was not complete. In his determination to be happy Simon had gained everything he'd ever wished for, and yet still he was miserable. Unknown to Simon what he truly missed was a person to share his happiness and wealth. What Simon needed was somebody to love.
Lucy Livingston was a regular blue-collar worker of New York City. Though she worked hard to make something of herself, she didn't really go anywhere and paying the cost of living was a continual struggle. Her mother was dy
The Final Conversation Whenever people talk about a cemetery being silent I think they must be lying. It's just fitting to have the big dark storm clouds, the pouring rain, or the silence to make your surroundings reflect your feelings. It's not really what a cemetery is like, though. Not when you really need it to be.
The sun is shining overhead like someone is about to get married, and here I am, walking to your grave. Birds are chirping, and somewhere not too far away someone is mowing the lawn. All normal summer sounds that feel surreal with death surrounding me.
Your grave is nice, I guess, as far as graves go. The stone is large and has your name and a
Wendy's Hot Dogs I was six years old, at the prime of my life and too young to have screwed anything up yet. I'd always been a good kid: well behaved, sociable, curious, and I'd never really found a problem with my life. It was right then, at that point when I realized I could choose little things like what I wore and what I ate that I really started pushing my boundaries. It wasn't a conscious attempt at trying my mother's patience, just an accidental annoyance while I explored my new horizon.
For all my life I'd eaten anything my mother put in front of me. Sure, there were always a few things I wouldn't eat, like certain fruits, or the occasional prepar
Mr. Amazing and the Policeman The wind howled around him as he floored the gas pedal, pushing the station wagon to its limit in an attempt at real speed. It wasn't exactly his first choice of vehicle, but saving the world didn't usually leave a lot of time for finding racecars to hijack. He was sure the cars owner wouldn't mind as soon as they discovered the car had been abducted as an instrument to restoring world order.
Mr. Amazing, as his fans called him, was no ordinary man. With the compassion of a thousand mothers, the morality of a Sunday school teacher, the emotional stability of a hundred politicians, and a little extra-human strength thrown in he was nearly u
Lilac II - tankaa star-glow
connects their breaths -
a river path.
in lilac light
she forgets to sigh.
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.
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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