Near Fatal Affection Injection Near Fatal Affection InjectionNear Fatal Affection Injection by TheHiddenLife
Next to me she lies in sweet serenity,
Perfectly happy with my true identity,
She leans for a kiss in my direction,
And gives me her Affection Injection.
A bite of my lip and a squeeze of the skin,
I feel I've found my soul's astral twin,
Forged together in the stars above,
And I've never felt more in love.
Future Ghost - Chapter Vby Jack GrantFuture Ghost - Chapter V by conradking
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The party was in full swing. Music blared, people danced, young Steamsters laughed, the drink flowed endlessly.
'Hook hand' looked at Chica quizically, “So, if we had won the day, what treasure would we have found; the treasure aboard the ship that you so effectively guarded?”
Chica took a sip from her drink.
“You want me to show you?”
'Hook hand' leaned forward, “Aye, I'm intrigued.”
“What would any self respecting pirate love as a winning prize?” Chica asked.
“I Dunno, he said, “Diamonds, rubies, gold, plunder.” Then he smiled, his face lit up. “Gift certificate?”
“No”, she said, gesturing, “This.”
A very large ship-in-a-bottle filled with rum appeared on the table. 'Hook hand' roared with laughter. “Uncork it now”, he said, “I want to drink it down and run that ship aground to its
Future Ghost - Chapter VIby Jack GrantFuture Ghost - Chapter VI by conradking
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Mary woke late the next day. She felt cold as she had fallen asleep (or had passed out) atop the bed. Not between its sheets. The fire wasn't lit.
She was wearing her nightgown but could not remember undressing or putting on her night clothes. Louisa slept in the next bed fully clothed with the exception of one shoe which lay on the floor.
She felt a little light headed. Her mouth was as dry as parchment. She needed to rehydrate. She poured water from the jug on her bedside table, drinking down a cupful voraciously. Catching a glimpse of herself in the dresser mirror she pulled her face aghast at the state of her unkempt hair.
She recalled some of the revels the night before had delivered; the riotous laughter, the fiddle music, the attempted dancing.
She straightened her hair with a brush, splashed a little water on her face from the bowl. Taking clean clothes from a drawer she dresse
Future Ghost - Chapter IVby Jack GrantFuture Ghost - Chapter IV by conradking
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Miguel quickly gathered up his belongings into his loose leather bag, the most prized of which was his parchment journal. Contained in its chronicles, the truth; or the truth as he saw it, as far as much as he'd witnessed. The sun was hot, the ground was dry. His spirit thirsted for the river.
In all his 30 years he never dreamed he would be in this dire consequence. His tattered, raggy band, tired of battle and ripe with stomach cramps and dysentery started another trek towards the boat that just may carry them to salvation. They numbered just five, and a native guide who only spoke in broken Spanish; enough, so far to survive.
They had wandered into a native village, hoping to receive a welcoming meal and some much needed information as to the whereabouts of their main contingent but alas they instead were attacked. Seven of their troop lost their lives and only these six managed to escape the death b
Icy StreetsI walk the icy streets alone. Couples with linked arms walk around me. Couples and friends.Icy Streets by DreamsAlone
I listen to the lonely beep of my apartment card in the security door.
I'm alone in the elevator. Through the elevator glass I watch the city plunge into darkness. I see a single figure faraway, my heart beats for a second. I watch for a moment in hope, that there is another single figure in this city. The distant figure breaks into two.
Two figures walking side by side on the icy paths.
I walk into the empty apartment. The heat greets me in silence. Pounding into my body. I quietly take off my jacket. It's not warm though. This overheated apartment, don't mistake it. It's as icy as the city's streets.
Lost HorizonYou are my lost horizon even if I've never found you.Lost Horizon by NeonHermit
I watch you off in the distance day and night, always just out of reach.
Found a way to never be too far away though.
I follow you around in my dreams, and your never more than a sleep away.
Hostage MindAllow me the pleasure of telling you the truth;
of your beloved little reality.
The curtains that blow and billow such as the limbs of a willow,
the curtains that gather and flow over your sleeping form,
they are nothing more than tattered fabric,
hanging limp and suffocating your room.
Moonlight that filters lushly around your fortress from out the clouds,
the moonlight that touches silvers jewels and shines of them,
it's nothing more than feeble, watery rays,
occasionally sneaking in through those torn drapes.
The vibrant colours of the outside woods,
the colours that shine of autumn and spring and warm things,
they are merely illusions, abstract creations of your mind,
available only when you're sleeping.
You see, child, it's all up there;
it's your own imagination that's holding you hostage.
memories don't just fadeMy eyes are red and bloodshot, with low-lying eyelids.
I widen them; it stings a little.
So I squeeze them shut, and open them again
- very slowly.
I've been sobbing on my pillow; it's smudged with my mascara.
Why didn't I take my makeup off before I went to bed?
What was the point of that question?
I sigh, I know exactly why there's no room in my mind
for thoughts about skincare.
I turn back to the mirror on my bedside, and trail my gaze down from my pathetic eyes
toward a purple gash running diagonally from my cupids bow
to the left side of my cheek.
My lip is split, so it hurts to talk now.
"If I slice your mouth sweetie, you'll remember that you mustn't talk." That's what was said.
My body jolts, I turn the mirror away. I don't want to look at my face anymore.
I shut my eyes - gingerly, to save myself pain -
and I tried my very best
to go to sleep.
Smells of ink,
Still warm from the printer.
Choose the best answer
Not the three that are good.
We are brainwashed;
There is only one right answer
Success is only measured in one way.
Filling in a bubble:
Right or wrong,
We are turned into points;
Small black circles.
But that is not life;
There is not always one right answer.
There are good choices
And all right choices.
There are bad choices too,
But we are not defined by them.
We can change our minds,
Change our path.
Some paths may be better than others,
But we can still be successful.
Not all choices are good or bad,
Right or wrong.
Some are just different.
Some are just choices.
Rose on a grave.Was it just yesterday that you left my life?
Every minute feels like an eon
And every breath hurts like a knife.
Will I make it to the dawn?
Dear God, will you tell her that I'm sorry
For not being there when it happened?
Dear God, will you tell her that story
About the lost ship and the angry captain?
Dear God, will you sing her to sleep
Every night that she's lonely?
Dear God, will you tell her to keep
In mind that she's the one and only?
Dear God, will you tell her that I wasn't mad
When I didn't pick up the phone?
Dear God, will you tell her that I'm sad
And that I'll never leave her alone?
Dear God, will you tell her that I love her,
So much that it aches?
Tell her that now she knows what was above her
Because she didn't have time to push on the brakes.
Dear God, tell her that I'll never forget
Her blue eyes and sweet voice
Tell her that I'll never regret
She'd always be my first choice.
Dear God, tell her that our little boy
Is really proud of his mom
Tell her that he finds joy
The Skies bleed redThey shout,
The skies are red, the skies are red,
But that's not what I see.
I see a land that seems well bled-
A sight saved just for me.
I watch as clouds of cotton floss
Shed bombs through spiral stairs.
I watch them shatter upon the earth,
And leave it burnt and bare.
Oh, where are the cold stone buildings gone
That once stood tall and strong?
Where are the bustling, bursting throngs
That filled the streets? What's wrong?!
At once the world swells and sways,
The reds turn ghastly white.
Through the mists of my cluttered mind,
I see a flash of light.
It leads me out into a park
With a noise I can't shake off
I hear them scream, I hear them weep,
But I see no sight thereof.
But, wait, I see! My vision clears,
I see the bleeding line
Of bodies bare, of scared death masks
And oh no! That one's mine!
My face lies pale, my eyes as misted
As they must have been
To all the world, for the things I saw
They could never have seen.
I lie shattered in a pool of crimson,
My body is so finely ble
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