Hades' Origin: Chapter 1 The city of Ornake was usually bustling from the many people walk around dealing with their own affairs and they would occasionally greet complete strangers for no other reason than it was considered good manners. But today was a special day as the titan Hades was coming to check to make sure that the human city was prospering. So when the loud speakers rang out that two titans were just now passing through the gates and everyone went to the main road to catch a glimpse of the titan Hades. A little girl no more than ten or eleven ran in between the legs of her elders to get a glimpse of Hades. When the two titans came into view and
Dirty Dancing Does Dallas"Baby!" my dad shouted upstairs; "come with us to Kellerman's, a resort in the Catskill Mountains where you can meet Patrick Duffy! But don't get an abortion!"That was the 1985-1986 season, when everybody called me "Baby."That was when I couldn't wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I'd never find a guy as great as my dad.That was the season we went to Kellerman's and met Patrick Duffy."Baby!" my dad shouted behind him; "complimentary dance lessons in the gazebo!"I developed a crush on the resort's dance instructor Patrick Duffy. Later, I discovered his dance partner needed an abortion. My dad told me not to get an abortion,
KaleidoscopeOn a field of pitch black,A kaleidoscope shinesIn the last remembered cornersOf my tire-laden eyes.It taunts meIt haunts meas I try to find my way,dancing all about me,inviting me to play.Hopeless dreams are mirroredin each coloured, spiking swirl.Promises of riches,All the beauty of the world. Something is wrong.Grasp a glowing shape, It will elude me.I try to keep in rhythm, The dance changes to exclude me.Shattered glass blinks miserably from synthesized facades. Perfect, polished surfacesErupting rainbow shards. Slicing through the head And heartServes as a solemn tok
RipHearken not to the wordsOf the beauteous, ungodly saint,Or linger like a swimmerIn coagulating paint.Sharpest nails scrape the night.Perfect cuticles in your day dreams.Torn innocence.Has all been lost?There are many things that may be found,Like insects, wormlingsBut that sound...It infiltrates the sodden groundTo penetrate the coffin bound.The saint sings on,Drowning out Nirvana.So beauteous yet so ungodly.Tinkling notes can fill my soul,but won’t touch itnever touchesHave no illusions- What you cannot attainNever truly leaves.
Of Armies and War ~ Prologue The Smithrine forest though as wild as ever was still; the many creatures that made the forest a home hiding away from the man walking through it. This man walking with a limp was battle scarred and aged he headed deeper and deeper into the forest. At one time he was considered to be the greatest magi ever to have lived; and now he was amongst a handful to have survived through so much war. The man walked into a clearing and found himself confronted by three of his former students. They were all standing ready with spells ready to throw at him. The man looks at each of them and simply states "It would be wise to let me
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