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RoomTo say there were weapons in the room was like saying there were people on the earth. Yes there were weapons on the walls. There were rows upon rows of weapons on each one of the four walls and seemed to be more weapon than wall. There were swords from every region of the world, Japanese katanas, English broadswords, curved cutlasses and sharp, thin rapiers. There was even a Mayan sword that looked more like a saw. Mixed in amongst the swords were staffs and spears and knives and even nunchaku. Between those gaps were thousands of throwing weapons, daggers, stars, thin needles that looked like something an acupuncturist could use to treat peoRoom
by ~wordblock
DeadHe lay on his stomach with his face pressed against the floor. It was a wooden floor, made of cedar planks that stretched from wall to wall. He loved the smell of cedar wood. He let his eyes droop closed as he inhaled the scent of the color. Cedar made him think of his childhood, when his grandfather hand-made a whole bedroom set of furniture out of cedar wood and put it in his bedroom. The wood smelt warm and relaxing and made everything else in the world fade away.Dead
He hardly noticed the wild dog gnawing at the flesh around his ankle. Or the fact that the only thing left of the building was the cedar floor to one room. No, not e
by ~wordblock
18 - RainbowA little girl sat on a rock just next to the road, watching her toes wiggle in her new socks. They were rainbow toe socks, and Mommy had bought them for her birthday the day before. She liked her toe socks. Each toe was a different color, and the rainbow also striped up her legs to her knees where she wore a jean skirt. When Daddy told her she had to put on shoes for the car ride to Grandma's, she begged and pleaded to just wear her socks. They were so pretty, and she wanted to show Grandma what they looked like as soon as they got there. So Daddy had let her take off her shoes for the three hour car ride through the snow mountain pass to the18 - Rainbow
by ~wordblock
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The Wych-kinThe wych-kin are coming,The Wych-kin
that's what they say. The wych-kin are coming, to take you away.
The wych-kin are coming, you better run fast. The wych-kin are coming, your life will not last.
Well, I won't listen. I never do. I will not listen,
I'll stand here with you.
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The wych-kin retreated, the battle is done. The wych-kin retreated, they say that we won.
The wych-kin were here, but I don't care anymore. The wych-kin were here, and they evened the score.
I sho
by ~Alizabel
The Day I Met God.I met God today. I was quite surprised – it’s not everyday that you come across the Almighty sitting outside Starbucks, but then they do say He moves in mysterious ways. He was drinking a skinny cinnamon dolce latte and seemed to be enjoying it.The Day I Met God.
I knew he was God because he told me. “I’m God” he said, and God wouldn’t lie about something like that. He was very dishevelled for the creator of all things; his coat had seen better days and he smelt of stale urine and cheap wine. His fingernails were broken and dirty and he had a beard that once upon a time might have been white but was now a dirty grey.
by =andanar
An Anthology of ThoughtMirrored walls stretch into infinity and every step is a step you’ve taken before; the white-wash floors echo dully, a monotonous clunk-clunk with every self-loathing stride.An Anthology of Thought
The gears on clocks wear down as the hands endlessly twirl and every moment passes you by; sleep-walking is hard when you cannot remember how to shut your eyes.
When it rains, you fail to find, on your smooth cheeks, the spot where the droplets finish and your tears begin; when it rains you laugh madly for the change in the scenery.
Her beautiful face, &nb
by *MatchstickART
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