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March 5, 2012
End of the World? by *keyanadrake
Featured by BeccaJS
Suggested by PinkyMcCoversong
Literature Text
"End of the world?" Richard looked up from his newspaper. "Bollocks! The world will always be here. What you really mean is it's the end of humanity!"
Dumping the paper down on the curb next to him he got to his feet. "If the crazies with shotguns or the blasted zombies don't get us all, this waiting will! I say lets go out with a little style! What d'ya think, Mertle? Shotgun or chainsaw?"
Unfortunately for Richard, the voice he heard answer him was nothing beyond his own mind because Mertle was in fact, an old microwave sitting on the street, with a smile drawn on her glass face in bright red lipstick.
"You're right! Let's take both!"
Dumping the paper down on the curb next to him he got to his feet. "If the crazies with shotguns or the blasted zombies don't get us all, this waiting will! I say lets go out with a little style! What d'ya think, Mertle? Shotgun or chainsaw?"
Unfortunately for Richard, the voice he heard answer him was nothing beyond his own mind because Mertle was in fact, an old microwave sitting on the street, with a smile drawn on her glass face in bright red lipstick.
"You're right! Let's take both!"
Literature
Snowstorm
The children misheard you.
They broke open the jar
looking for petals
and found only flours.
The dust is everywhere,
settling everywhere,
on the refrigerator and the stove,
on the startled mother cat
yowling her pawprints
through the snowy floor,
on her sharp-eared kittens
prancing in the clouds.
The three-year old is screaming.
He has cut his finger on the glass,
there are red streaks in the snow,
and his white-faced brother
stares up at you with a look
commonly reserved for
the confused and the betrayed.
Literature
epitaph
in the end
when i'm almost gone
and all i've left
is a red lamp
and a ragged song
to pave my way
into the thunderstorm
let every raindrop murmur
i loved you and lost
nothing but emptiness
and the company
of ghosts
Literature
Creationism
She took the clay into her hands and rolled it around. If she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could feel the imperfections in the little sphere, but she would never think to smooth them out. It was the little things that gave each of her creations character.
This particular ball gave way to spiky tips and deep depressions. She held it up and blew on it to speed its drying. When it was ready, she brought out the paints. The low parts became blue and fluid, and the spiky places turned gray. But she didn't stop there. The in between places were painted green and brown, and she came away a little and painted white puffy shapes. A
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I know, random.
I had writer's group today and the workshop exercise today was to look at a picture (of a man looking over a newspaper saying something), and then write a short thing about what he's saying and why. I thought the dude looked a bit bonkers and had zombie dreams last night so this was appropriate.
I thought I'd post it because as I read it back to the group it sounded funny to my ears.. you know that kind of funny where you either look at the person saying it with an uncomfortable expression on your face or you laugh with an evil undertone to the laugh.
To be truthful, I got more of the former than the latter... but I'm the youngest of that group by at least 40 years so that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
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EDIT: I woke up this morning, it was cold and crappy; being the beginning of autumn here, and I went to my computer to check my messages. dA loaded and I looked at the 200-and-lots number of extra messages from last night, did a double take and scrolled down.
OMFGs!
Thank you so much, `PinkyMcCoversong and ^Beccalicious, I am so gobsmacked and humbled.. and just wow... crazy emotions. Thank you! :3
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EDIT2: Also, if you're interested in reading more from me, I have an entire urban fantasy novel up on dA here: Rise of Hawk, and I've just recently published another here: Time Speaker!
I had writer's group today and the workshop exercise today was to look at a picture (of a man looking over a newspaper saying something), and then write a short thing about what he's saying and why. I thought the dude looked a bit bonkers and had zombie dreams last night so this was appropriate.
I thought I'd post it because as I read it back to the group it sounded funny to my ears.. you know that kind of funny where you either look at the person saying it with an uncomfortable expression on your face or you laugh with an evil undertone to the laugh.
To be truthful, I got more of the former than the latter... but I'm the youngest of that group by at least 40 years so that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
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EDIT: I woke up this morning, it was cold and crappy; being the beginning of autumn here, and I went to my computer to check my messages. dA loaded and I looked at the 200-and-lots number of extra messages from last night, did a double take and scrolled down.
OMFGs!
Thank you so much, `PinkyMcCoversong and ^Beccalicious, I am so gobsmacked and humbled.. and just wow... crazy emotions. Thank you! :3
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EDIT2: Also, if you're interested in reading more from me, I have an entire urban fantasy novel up on dA here: Rise of Hawk, and I've just recently published another here: Time Speaker!
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FUCK YEA!
MYRTLE IS AWESOME XD
MYRTLE IS AWESOME XD