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The Skyblazer, chapter 1The Skyblazer
The fields of grass all around moved like waves on the ocean as wind blew over each long strand of grass. The fields were impossibly wide with impossibly high mountain ranges on the horizon in almost every direction. The Falling Skies, was what the fields were called. During the rain season these fields would barely resemble grass and would appear more like a lake, or more like a bowl full of water, with the mountains playing the part of the bowl.
However, this was the season of the sun and sky.
The Falling Skies were aptly named for the gravity defying geometrics at work. Above the fields and mountains were what appeared to be mountains hanging in suspension, only they were upside down and large castles were built atop these hanging monuments, and carried by imaginary strings being held by the gods. There were three castles hanging in the sky with clouds rolling overhead. Two of them laid in The Falling Skies, and one was far to the south of these great plains. It was fr
Victims of Progress: Part OneVictims of Progress
Part One: Genetic Perfection
The lab of Dr. Marcus Gregor had all of the lights off except for the dim blue glow of a large cylinder, about twenty inches in diameter and seven feet tall. The bald headed man stood with one hand pressed against the azure colored tube and the other hand rubbing his short tuft of brown chin hair. Behind him was his large oak desk with his leather arm chair pushed in. His desk was littered with the paperwork he had been agonizing over since the sun had set. He had been so distracted with his work that he had not noticed the sun setting on the fifth floor of the building where he worked, named GENCORP #1.
His paperwork, the paperwork he damned for hours as his aged mind ran over all the calculations. Every test, every measure, and every study he had conducted over the course of eight months. In those eight months of time, he had been running the temperatures of the blue fluid running through this monolith that inhabited his working chambe
Casual Ties, chapter 4 'Grease'Uncle Mark and I were sitting in traffic the next morning. We hadn’t said much that morning since I told him I wanted to meet these friends of his. I meant this on a more personal level than the previous encounter we had, where they more or less introduced themselves before lighting a bonfire. I still held my strong reservations towards the Casual Ties, but I was more willing to affiliate myself with them than I was before. Getting high with Ash helped me too.
After enough time had passed, Mark looked to me and rested a hand on my shoulder. His hands were always cold, which made sense now that I knew his nickname. He rarely showed emotion, but it was clear he was trying to get me to come around. “Hey, relax a bit will you? Look, I know this is difficult to understand and cope with. We were all there once. You’ll be better off if you try to make friends with them. The whole group is worth getting to know. Now that you’re eighteen we can even take you to Big Tony&
Four Paws, chapter 6Midnight’s slender figure sat at the kitchen table. Her solid black fur had a fine sheen to it, like polished ebony rock. Even from afar I could see the fine contours of her shape. Her round hips and toned legs sitting snug in a pair of dark denim jeans. As a married man I knew better than to think about her in such an inappropriate manner, but as a red blooded male I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander just a bit. She looked great, especially for someone who gave birth to three sons. I forgot for a moment what I was supposed to be doing, besides admiring Midnight from afar. Her hands were busy however. She had a pair of knitting needles in her hands and seemed to be making something with yarn. A coiled up ball of red yarn rolled around on the floor as she worked. Was there anything this woman couldn’t do? Vulpine hands aren’t the most dexterous with our long palms, but Midnight was spinning a weave of yarn anyway.
Eventually I moved into the kitchen where she
Four Paws, chapter 5The snow continued to envelop the skies in its pure white maelstrom of powder. It had only increased in viciousness since I arrived in the home of Fang and Midnight. It was night. At night you couldn’t see much further than the end of your nose when it was snowing. I very vividly remember the sharp stinging cold of a silent midnight trek through the vast white veil, being pulled by the scruff of my young neck by my father.
As I grew older, his patience with me started to unwind faster with each passing day. I was too skinny, weak, and cowardly. I was still a young pup after all. I didn’t know what was expected of me, but my father had an idea of who I should have been. He wanted to raise a fierce alpha male, and felt rather disappointed when he saw how mother protected me from the harsh cold.
It was a night as dark and cold as tonight. I felt my father’s huge teeth squeeze the back of my neck; pinching me ever so slightly, and pulling me to my paws. The frigid snow nu
Fallen... Chapter 1Though the morning did start off rather rocky, I felt my spirits start to rise as did the morning sun. It helped a great deal that I started to feel more awake, though the pain in my shoulder helped that a great deal. I hooked my silver sword on my hip and was started to head out the door. My room was on the far end of the hall, which leads to a set of two identical staircases that bent opposing each other and lead to the foyer of my father’s castle. The Cameron family has lived in this estate for a dozen generations, and I am the second eldest son to my father, Lord Hyatt Cameron, and my loving mother Lorane, whose maiden name was Rose.
The foyer had many long winding halls for guests to be lead through the castle when my father was busy entertaining foreign diplomats or friends of the family. I can’t remember how many times my mother had all of us bathe and dress nice to impress our father’s stuffy guests. I often wondered why they bothered pulling us out in order t
BetrayalI have the memory
I have forgotten
My kisses are fresh
And they're so rotten
My eyes shoot daggers
But stare so sweetly
Our life is a mess
That is arranged so neatly
It hurts me so bad
And yet I feel nothing
You were always so suspicious
You were easily so trusting
You've killed me completely
And filled me with life
I deserve to be an ex
But also your wife
I have given up
I continue to try
You should've told the truth
But you should've lied.
Are You Happy Now?Are you happy now?
That she’s dead on the ground
Never again will she be able to
Ever make another sound
Are you happy now?
That the words that you say
Have made another girl feel helpless
And her life has crumbled away
Are you happy now?
That you’ve made another feel pain
Just because you’ve been dealt wrong
Doesn’t mean another should have to endure the rain
Are you happy now?
That your damage has been done
Another victim has fallen down
Do you feel like you have won?
Are you happy now?
Bathed in scripted bile
A vale of silence falling
Bureaucraticly hiding all
Dysfunctional desires rampant
A festering rotted core
Inequalities deeply binding
Insidious malcontents survive
A decadent soulless beacon
Fulfilling wanton desires
Hypocritically content miscreants
Unchecked carnivorous fools
Blackened evillest wanting
Lost in greed and lust and deed
Radical animosity revealing
Cantankerous inept pontiffs
Cadaverous satanic tools
Solemn service sacrificed
Screaming to deafened ears
What once was the answer
Has turned into misery and fear
Writhing twisted malformation
Unburdened of belief
Empty faithless vessel
Devoid of love and peace
My RemedyMy wings are broken, bleeding.
I have entered an empty space.
My soul, hurting, lonely, needing,
is seeking its own rightful place.
Is my sad life just a tragedy?
Is there one who could heal me?
Can you be my gentle remedy?
Kiss me, hold me; can you feel me?
DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGHWhen Rosa died she was just thirty one;
She was my best friend in the world.
Cancer disabled her, and her husband left her,
She had two little girls and a mortgage to pay.
I offered to help her, but she was too proud,
And her sickness was shortening her beautiful life.
Her husband refused to take the children,
Like a memory, he faded away;
More than her own impending death,
She worried about her two babies.
With no other family to take them,
They were heading for Foster Care.
I begged Rosa to let me care for them,
I looked her in the eyes and promised her;
Her children would never want for nothing,
I would bring them up like she would want.
I swore to her that I would love them and nurture them.
The adoption took place three days before her death,
And I was there with her when she died.
Waiting back at home were my two girls,
My precious diamonds in the rough…
Under the KnifeWhitewash my arms and legs
Until it's okay to be me
until I'm like all the rest
Until I am free
Paint my face,
Bleach my skin,
Change my race.
Why doth ye abandoneth me, O my love?
Have thy heart forgotten thine untamed dove?
Am I damned? Am I ugly?
What is it that makes thee, forsake me?
I live the way thee desireth.
I abide silence and pride forsaketh!
Why ye then blind towards my pain?
Why ye maketh my plea go vain?
Why thou maketh my life so dismal?
The wrath of thy apathy maketh my living abysmal!
Without thee life equals death!
Earnestly for thy mercy I prayeth!
I seeketh peace in thy happiness,
in thy grief I abideth thine loneliness.
Then why dost I fail to please thee?
Why ye not fill my heart with thine abounding mercy?
Reveal unto me my flaw my dear,
an unfathomable grave seems to draw me near!
All frail… all broken… my ordeal finds no end…
Without thy grace my heart can never mend!
To thy sweetest word I yearn.
In the moonlit night forlorn I burn.
Why unto me ye so stern?
Why is thine love so stubborn?
I fail to perceive thy rejection!
Thine unconcern brings unto me a venomous
The Lady of PainShe is the Lady of Pain
She wears a broken mask
She stands out in the Rayne
She wants to make it last
Her name is written in blood
She is the Lady of Pain
She smiles under her hood
Her blood runs down the drain
Forgiveness is her bane
Walls crumble around her
She is the Lady of Pain
She is cursed to always remember
When you see her soft hair
You'll always know her name
She is lovely and fair
She is the Lady of Pain
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