A photo from the park near my student campus, taken just before moving out. Funny how you appreciate things when you're about to lose them.
Revelations: IntroductionsIntroductionsRevelations: Introductions by 0Hamster0
"Annabel what can I say?"
"'Thank you' is a possibility, you know."
The man responded with a loud laugh, then jumped up from his workbench and pulled the girl close to give her a tight hug with his left arm.
The source of his joy was clutched tightly in his right hand: a distorted length of wood that was special in no way, apart from a pitted and tarnished plaque that had been fixed onto it. It was after the man had examined this piece of metal under a couple of magnifying lenses that he had exclaimed his gratitude; the girl, thoroughly embarrassed by the embrace, wished she'd had the foresight to stand a few steps further back. Perhaps even behind the workroom's door.
The door in question was eased open at that moment by a woman who looked like an older version of the girl: her mother.
"Judging by the commotion I could hear all the way from the dining room, I take it you've received your birthday present?" She asked smilingly.
The man loosened his hug and re
Refurbishing a rustpotRefurbishing a rustpot by 0Hamster0
The sunlight was weak that day, filtered as it usually was through the clouds of this great but grimy Empire; it was further greyed and dimmed by the exhausts of the numerous Skysteamers oozing their way through the air, their pale steel skins shimmering arrogantly.
Not that the old rustpot in front of me was much to look at, anyway. It was a relic from Prussia's Great Unification War - the very boat that my wife's grandfather claimed to have worked on, worked in, and travelled upon, before washing up on the shores of a small English town.
So here we were, this small group of us: myself, my wife, her brother, and the overseer of the Refurbishment Yard; all of us gathered there on the sheer insistence of my wife, despite it being the morning after the King's birthday, and therefore an unofficial half-day of recuperation.
Perhaps it was the thought of the previous day's flow of fluids that made my mind focus so close
AutumnThe wind - a gentle giant - strolled down the avenue, letting its fingers trail through the trees on either side.Autumn by 0Hamster0
The trees, in turn, whispered pleasurably, each comparing with its neighbour the leaves falling from their crowns: the volume; the vividity of their hues; the voices as they rasped and chortled across the ground, skittering in the wake of the wind.
And above them all, the piercing glow of the sun, as Nature bade farewell to the summer and heralded the beginning of autumn.
Closure.Closure. by 0Hamster0
My feet slipped on the sand. I wasn't used to walking down by the riverside by myself.
I kept my eyes lowered, focussing on each step; sometimes I flicked my eyes up to my destination: the rusty old pier.
Getting here had been difficult - and not only because of the stones sliding and shifting underfoot: I had gotten out of bed much later than I should have, my body ready to start the day but my mind too reluctant to give the order. But my mind eventually gave in: I had been prepared for this hesitation and had written a list of reasons of why I needed to do this, the night before. As the list lengthened into the night, the reasons became deeper, crossing the border of the personal and into the territory of the intimate.
In the cold light of day, each point was a twist in the heart, until I pulled myself out of bed - gasping, gasping.
Now here I am, at the rusty pier, the place we had come to call 'our haunt'. But there is no 'our' anymore. No more. No more.
The tide of the
ReturnReturn by ladynightseduction
I</i>t was dark. She couldn't remember it ever being so dark. Even the golden light that normally infused her immortal body dulled no luster, no shine. The mist that poured from the shore was dank and cold and the scent of sulphur clung to the chilly waves that lapped at the earth. Ice and fire. Her face was scoured with heat; it fell in liquid paths from her golden eyes. Sobs shook her frail body as she knelt there at the base of the cliff, surrounded by the midnight blue of the waves.
Every bone in her body ached, every muscle, every joint. Even her thoughts caused pain to seize the flesh rigid. A howl boiled up from her chest was poured free of shattered lips and tore through the air. Anguish stole grace from her form, harsh and angular it seemed no longer a goddess of the sky, her wings clipped and shredded. The fiery pinions were scattered around
We All Fall DownRing around the rosiesWe All Fall Down by Sykoticstalker27
Pockets full of posies
We all fall Down!
The battle is starting, and you stand in place
Careful not to let fear show on your face
And while the winners shall take the crown
In the end we all fall down
Ring around the rosies...
Nothing lasts through all of time
There's no unsolved riddle or unsaid rhyme
And though we've remained faithful through it all
In the end, we all must fall
Pockets full of posies...
We wear masks to cover the shame
And desperately search for others to take the blame
And though you dress just like a doll
One day too you shall fall
Your angry words just fan the fire
Soon the world's overwhelmed with impassioned desire
Though their spirits are now unbound
In the end, they'll all fall down
We all fall down!
I could wear the hero's guise
And seek the villain's prize
I'd be the victor to them all
But in the end, I too shall fall
Willful BlindnessWhen will the world realize that things aren't always the way they seem?Willful Blindness by Sykoticstalker27
Don't they notice that outside I smile while inside I scream?
Why must the world be so blind?
Or do they just not look, too afraid of what they'll find?
Can they not see these bruises in the shape of his hands?
Or how unnaturally submissive I am to his demands?
Are they so deaf that they don't hear the shouting?
Can't they see that my self-confidence has been mutilated into self-doubting?
How can my friends not see the blood on my lips?
How can my family not notice the dark possessiveness of his kiss?
Will no one detect the meaning of way he holds me? How it imprisons me?
How can it be that those who supposedly love me are so unable to see?
It's been ages since my last laugh or smile
Not since the night he left me bleeding on the bathroom tile
I want to leave, to run away, to make my escape
But I feel so weak and helpless from his nightly rape
I remember that when we met I was so naive and young
Believing that we