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Warcraft - Ghosts of Draenor PrologueJaceyn Ramis was nervous. Actually, nervous was a desirable alternative to whatever he was right now. He was sweating buckets, despite his lips being so dry that he kept running his tongue over them like some kind of pervert. He fumbled around with the folder in his hands to check his watch, which he had done every twenty seconds to make sure he was on time.
He had been sitting there for an hour waiting for a meeting that technically started thirty minutes ago. He was blatantly uncomfortable now, and became more so every time the pretty blood elf receptionist asked him if there was anything she could get him. He noticed the soft giggling behind her desk and exchanged awkward glances with her and a coworker every time he circled his tongue to moisten his kisser.
The handsome young scientist tried to ignore the hecklers and looked over his notes to make sure they were in perfect order. Everything had to be just right to impress the big wig he was there to see. The odds of getting a one o
Ultimate Sailor Moon : Chapter 15The bar was smokey by this time of night.
It was a local hotspot, the kind of place girls go to dance where no one will recognize them. It was a place they say you go to relax at, but no one in the establishment looked very relaxed. Guys were hovering around the provocatively dressed women who tossed down drink after drink with their flirty smiles.
The atmosphere was chaotic in that sensual kind of way. Voluptuous figures moved back and forth as the lights flickered to their body strokes. Eyes devoured the scene, hungry for more as their hearts lay beating uncontrollably in their chests. Their minds were filled with devious thoughts, their souls buried deep under their own desires.
No one questioned the why's and how's of the nights adventure. They found themselves here as they did every weekend. Same place, same faces, same intoxicated thoughts for another dreamless night. They were all under it's deprived spell. It was a hypnotic rhythm of drowned out music, uninhibited talking, obno
'Warcraft - Echoes' PreviewDaniel slumped down in the cushioned captains chair and ignored the beeps and alarms that echoed all around him. His haunting blue eyes stung from the blood that seeped into them from the wound on the top of his head. He ignored the pain as he obsessively traced over every inch of the consoles and monitors in the cockpit with them.
There was a loud banging at the exit door, but he paid it no attention. He felt a strange peace as he now stared out into the endless sea of space. He thought about the freedom he had found amongst the stars , and couldn't help but grin even under the circumstances.
While Daniel daydreamed of the adventure that lead him to this point, the star ship hurdled toward its destination. In the far distance was a speck that was hard to distinguish from the other specks that littered the black sea.
"Time til arrival on Azeroth is ten minutes."
The sweet sound of his wife's voice drew Daniel out of his daze. He pushed the cracked glasses up on his nose and brushed the
The Coming Darkness"An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity." - Martin Luther King Jr.
I'm writing this journal in the hopes that someday, somewhere, someone will read about the final days of humanity, and how in its end it finally became everything it always had the chance to be.
Existence is, was, and always will be a funny thing. Where did we come from? Why were we put here? What is the point of it all?
I had never really considered the questions that have always baffled my kind. I didn't feel the need to. School and church had always told me two different stories, but they were good enough for me to never really look much into the details. There was always the big bang theory, creationism, cavemen and Gods, and other explanations to the why's and how's of how I came to be. It gave me an excuse to worry about the little things in life, like popularity, girls, video games, and
Movie Review - Chernobyl DiariesThe story of Chernobyl has always fascinated me. I remember hearing about the tragedy a long time ago, and in recent years I've looked through hundreds of pictures from that nuclear wasteland. I've always wondered why Hollywood had never touched the place. It has a dark history, and the visual of an abandoned city overgrown by nature is haunting already.
Finally, someone has made a film about one of my favorite subjects. It wasn't the movie I wanted to be, but it was better than what I feared.
We start off with your typical party scene and establish our very limited amount of characters early. There are the estranged brothers Chris and Paul, played by Jesse McCartney (!) and Jonathan Sadowski, the hot blonde girlfriend of Jesse's character, and the single girl/best friend who serves as a sort of love interest for our other brother. They're a likeable bunch, unlike so many horror movies now where the characters are either so moronic or so obnoxious you want to see them slaughtered.
Ramblings of a MadmanLife is what you make of it.
But I don't know what to make of life. I've yet to understand the complexities that make up what we call a "life."
Am I doing it right? Are any of us?
What is your "life" and what does it mean to you?
For some it is a means to an end. It's a momentary inconvenience for a stage production much grander than the high school play we've all been burdened with. For these people life is the true limbo. It is a necessary evil before the big payoff.
I wish I could buy into that. With all of the suffering we have to endure on a daily basis it would be nice to think that there is something better at the end.
Is this the space between Heaven and Hell? Do God and the Devil act like captains on a sandlot baseball team and pick out their teams here?
Where is the proof? Is there proof all around us?
Have you ever thought that the day to day decisions you make are apart of a bigger plan? That there is no such thing as free will?
Impossible. If I take this kitchen blade righ
One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas Pov
Nunca imagine que el momento que tanto esperé fuera así, tan inusual, sin planear nada, solo así sin nada; no salió como me lo esperaba; todo fue único y especial. Me sorprendió que aunque fuera un accidente lo valoro tanto; no sé si tú lo valores tanto como yo este momento; aunque fue accidental para mí fue muy especial.
Aún recuerdo ese caluroso día de verano el cual el calor rebasaba los límites, estar con gabardina no era una opción, el calor me obligaba a usar ropa ligera la cual jamás pensé usar aun siendo verano, todo culpa de la pelirroja solo por querer rebasar los límites de la física por intentar hacer un arcoíris, pero en vez de eso la máquina exploto lanzando un rayo al sol haciendo que este se acerque un poco más a la Tierra y el calor aumentara, nuestros padres trataron de arreglarlo, pero el rayo fue demasiado fuerte por eso no lo revertieron claro
This Day Is...
A day to love,
Someone up above.
A day to commemorate;
A day to appreciate.
A day to reminisce;
A day when someone special is missed.
A day that’s too good to be true,
A day filled with many memories of you.
A day just to say,
I wish you a happy birthday.
What s in a name.What´s in a name?
It´s just a word that we call,
Everything and everyone
has a name,
does it make us a better person?
No... what a shame
Does it define our characters?
No... it´s not to blame
Does it have any financial status?
No .... but maybe fame
So if you´re a rockafella, a Gates,
a Trump or even the Queen
It doesn´t matter
shout your name
I am who I am
and I have a name
cos deep down inside
we´re all just the same.
by Suzanne Karbach August 2014
Keys of the PassengerImposing figure
Why do you linger with me here?
A gestured feature
As soft as flowers by
While on my way to reach her
The tarnished silver
Green like the finger I lost
That let my colours
Grow like the flutters in my heart
But take to flight
Out of a viewing standpoint
Breeze by to keep her in sight
A whirring wheel
Below the heel I have down
Does not derail
Wherever hail your address
Ignore and follow
Until my feet fall under
The tears that match my sorrow
With quiet clatter that drowns me
The lanes are melting
My path respecting none a plea
I hear her calling
But over that your silence
A weight's abjection falling
Why do you torture this road?
I travel worried
Because you stay at my right
...I will fight
A desperate race to pry free
The glass is speckled
From threats and heckled terms met
No word is spoken
An air unbroken but intense
A rider chauffeured
The holder of the key ring
So deals I
Darkening SkiesCrystal blue skies was once visible
In a world without anything formidable.
Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;
No crimes had been committed.
But through the years the blue skies began dimming;
The end was now the beginning.
The skies had darkened by malevolence
As the crystal pieces broke away the benevolence.
Shards of glass rained from these falling skies.
Lives were easily taken and it was sounded by cries.
Battles were fought; blood was shed.
What was once peaceful had become dead —
Innocence was no longer carried;
They had a shovel and it was buried.
Tyranny exiled happiness.
War left people defenseless,
Stranded to fight alone without anything.
Cruelty had killed them before the ending.
Their worst fears had crippled them.
Breathless, lying still, eyes toward the sky: they’re condemned.
Forced to watch the ashes of loved one fill the clouds
With embers cascading down as the sirens grew loud;
Souls flickering within the dust.
From the pressure o
ShorelineBetrothed to flaw
To the choice before choice
Where there is only emotion
And a half-remembered voice
Telling what one saw
First line of foamy wake
Loud and churned from behind
There sent upon a seething land
What comes before the blind
As action without mistake
Parts of the watch
A spring or gear or hand
Drowning in responsive steps
Their time is harried by swirling sand
Its face imperfect lie staunch
As islands shape the water
It sends providence unchecked
The first passage of philosophy
Contained of following specks
That grow until all is overturned
Conjoined by the timepiece
Fixed into a broken state
They suffer in each other
First blows harsh to take
Fueled from accosted belief
I stared at her, as she stared at me,
She wasn't quite what I expected her to be.
I imagined she would be pretty,
I dreamt that she was smart,
I thought she would be popular
And have a golden heart.
I thought she would be tall
And that she would be cool,
I hoped that she would be talkative
And that she'd fit in at school.
Instead she is clumsy
And really quite plain,
She's a little on the short side
And much prefers the rain.
She only has a few close friends
And is otherwise quite shy.
Her golden heart is more like brass
And it's easy to make her cry.
But despite my expectations, I really have to say
That I really wouldn't have myself be any other way.
An Ode to Writer's BlockColors flow, a constant stream
Consciousness gives way to dream.
My awareness ebbs and flows,
As my inspiration grows.
That which others did create
Inscribes itself upon my slate
And ripples in my open mind,
My weariness left far behind.
A medium is fast procured,
Painting, drawing, spoken word.
But now I find my mind is fickle;
The river now is but a trickle.
Kura DearEyes that are cold like the coldest winter
Your twisted smile is nothing to be feared
You don't have a heart in your center
When I look at you all you do is sneer
The crimson gaze you hold see through us all
Words you say are to hide what you're feeling
Fear that the one would catch your fall
Staring so lifelessly at the ceiling
One you hold dear is soon to be leaving
Alone is the last thing you want to think
Compliments are so not worth believing
Even when you give out your flirty wink
The darkness is swelling in from all around
Kura dear you are to never be found
The Fading Star of IdealismWhen I was a child all I wanted to be was a star.
I was boisterous by nature and a standout by far.
In my later years I realized that stars are exceptional only in name,
Unique in a way but surrounded by a sea of billions of the same.
We fool ourselves into thinking that we're more important than we really are.
When in reality we carry with us the mediocrity of a single star.
I no longer envy the twinkling lights that hang overhead.
I think from now on I'd rather be a planet instead.
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