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Metronome of Life

What tic's and toc's await beyond this life?

Back and forth, never stopping in the middle long.Strapped to a pendulum, hearing that tic toc song. Sometimes flying fast and high, oh how exhilarating.Sometimes slow, oh so low and slow, very agitating. Passing the middle never staying for long.Captivated by this rhythmic tic toc song. Each day passes 24 hours, one can whimper or sing.Choosing to grasp the beauty, or only feel life's sting. Not knowing what tomorrow wil...

A story was contrived by those that witnessed his suicide that the King had died in his sleep. None of the townsfolk or any of castle inhabitants questioned the story. Michaud, the Prime Minister was named King with the blessing of the church and in less than two months he had healed all the wounds caused by the infamous predecessor.Carpenter saw that he stayed hidden within the secret chambers during the day and did what...

So in the year of our Lord, 1700 Carpenter saw himself and Elise make the trip to London. They arrived about a day later and sought a real estate agent for a dwelling to purchase or rent. The papers provided to her by her King stating that she was an emissary were a big help, as was the money Carpenter had provided. A lavish house was purchased on fashionable Wimpole street.Servants hired to keep the place clean and cook....

Dawn placed the last dinner plate in the dish washer and looked up at the clock. She then glanced over her shoulder at her husband. Brian sat at the table, scouring the classified advertisements in the local newspaper, trailing a finger down the small type, his spectacles balanced on the tip of his broad nose. “Keep an eye on the time,” said Dawn, “or you’ll miss the kick off.” Brian looked at his wristwatch, got to his f...

Holly kept her wedding gown hidden from Carpenter. She explained to him that she wanted it to be a surprise for him and Carpenter could only smile. He had not been with a woman that he loved this much in quite some time.Each night when he returned to the ranch, he would tell her what he had learned and she hung on every word and asked questions.Then one evening he posed the question of their traveling abroad."I would like...

21...

The Ace and Queen, never to be paralleled,

Cars, music, and wordplay,this is how things started.Together in the distance,but never in real life. First you needed me,then it was my turn.Both in times of need,bonded in a game of 21.Blackjack, and for the time of the game, we won.Now reality faces us.No more cards.We will never be morecomplete than 21The deck is finished, the game to an end.On to the sunsetyou will ride.I will ride my 'stang.'to a new life.Never to p...

Jennifer: Childish Dreams

Jennifer (Boss) muses about her childish dreams... and what she thinks of them now.

I always wanted to be a cop when I was young. To hold a gun and shoot down the bad guys. I never imagined I'd shoot down some good guys as well. I never imagined I'd fall head over heels in love with the bravest, most amazing man in the world, have two beautiful children with him... and then lose him so soon. Never imagined such evils as a war that began with valid reasoning behind it and ended being all about oil and oth...

Unwanted Gift

My holiday drabble.

The Christmas present ticked me off! After twenty years of friendship, he knew how I felt about presents and Christmas. The wondrous ideal of love, family and religious worship, that Christmas is, was disappearing; being bastardized by the rapacious celebrations of today’s materialistic society. I abhor that loss of spirituality and introspection. How could he do this? But remembering our loving friendship and the true gi...

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The Christmas present ticked. "You got what for my mother?" my truelove said. "A Ticky Prompt Machine." "What on earth is that?" "It's not what it looks like," I said. "Okay, sweetie. Explain." "Well, you know your mother said she really hated the holidays?" "Yeah," he said. "She gets writer's block." "Not anymore," I said. "A Ticky Prompt Machine inspires at the touch of a button." "Excellent. I thought you had a bomb!"...

Tomorrow: Chapter One

The first chapter of Philena's story... hope you enjoy. I shall submit two chapters a week...

I enter the doors to my high school, a senior. First day back to school and apparently I'm supposed to be shrieking and crying like an idiot, going, "Oh my God I haven't seen you since... two days ago!" to all my friends... wait, what friends? But instead of being stupid and wasting my time, I run off to my assigned locker and empty the stuff I don't need into it- the binders and shit for my last three periods will be pic...

Philena: Evangeline 2

A little more detail... from where the other one left off 'til the present... Philena's POV

You joined Alexa for a while. I saw you in the halls with the Pinheaded football players we used to laugh about. You mostly ignored me the first half of sophomore year, and, surprisingly, so did the Blonde Squad. That all changed right around finals time though. I was absent for two days and when I came back, I was ghost-like and shaky. I was the frail girl we used to joke about - the one I never thought I'd be. I actuall...

Confessions of an Average Teenage Girl

This was very difficult to write and is even more so to post... please be gentle... no harshness...

Sometimes I wanted to cut. I wanted to cut so deep I felt no more and needed no more. And sometimes I wanted to cut so deep I lived no more, but I didn't. I know now that's because I was strong- not saying others are weak, because they aren't- but at the the time I thought I was being weak. I thought because I wanted to numb the pain with physical pain and I couldn't that I was idiotic and stupid and weak. I thought fear...

Incapable

Why do I continue to return?

I trundle through darkened halls again and again breaking free for a time never staying long in the light then plunge I do back into the gloom wandering in the past something I can not undo fear no I should not as I am accustomed been here many time why do I need to return with fear in my heart not liking who I be is this my living Armageddon my ongoing battle who will win when will the finale come I look forward to that...

We do things our own way,You're not part of it.We don't want you near us;Hide your freaking shit.You'll never fit in,Though we'll tell you, you will,Then we'll stab from behindAnd we'll kick 'til you're still.We'll tell you we're constant,And we won't be mean,Then we'll stamp on your heartAnd disable your dream.We'll say that we'll listen,Take into account,But really, we laughAn enormous amount.We'll tell you you're worth...