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The Field of Battle
Alas, alas, for we must part
retreat has been called
a sad trumpet's cry
brother, I look across the field to you
knowing we shall meet again
upon this field of battle
Battle of Wits
"Haha, I've got you this time, Yahweh!" The young man crowed as he rounded the corner of the garden path. Like always, his robes were slightly askew, revealing more of his muscular form than was necessary. Though he tried, he couldn't keep the excited expression from his handsome face.
"What is it now, Lucifer?" Asked Yahweh. He didn't move from where he sat, head bowed, eyes closed, white hair flowing gracefully around him. "You have disturbed my meditation once again, and for one of your silly extended metaphors, no less."
"I know, Yahweh, I know," Lucifer replied, his words fraught with frustration as he sat beside his master in the flowers. "I just couldn't contain myself any longer!"
"You and I both know why it is you try to best me." He raised a hand before Lucifer could protest. "I also know that I will get no peace unless I hear you out. So, lets have it; let me hear yo
"So, tell me again, how long have we been on our own?" Sumettai asked, already knowing the answer, her words were merely the catalyst for a ritual born of long practice.
Though she usually answered right away, Aisuna lingered in what she was doing this day. The wind caught at her heavy green gown and wrapped it around her thin and delicate form as she stood. The small squirrel she had been treating for a stomach ache bounded away, healed. "We've been on our own for years, but it seems like an eternity." Truthfully, she'd never really gotten used to the solitude. Before, Aisuna had always had Korimah or Shimona to talk to, and she was never lonely. Not that she was lonely here with Sumy. Its just that after the war she couldn't find he sibling, no matter how hard she searched. "I came here with you to rest after the war and to think of where we should search next for Korimah. That was almost ten year
Goldy-Chick and da Three Dawgs
One day down in the hood, there were three dawgs chowin' down on some gruel. So Pimp Daddy says, "Like my gruel is way too steamed." And Big Mama was like, "This *bleep* is way too hot." So they uppin' went for a pimp ride to the ghetto. So like later, this Goldy-chick came and was cleanin' out the crib. She saw the gruel and was like, "I'm starved, I'm gonna eat me some." She tried Pimp Daddy's and was like, "This *bleep* is way too hot." She ate some of Big Mama's and was like, "This *bleep*'s like freezing." Then Goldy-chick tried Lil' Dawgs and was like, "This *bleep* is Phat!" And she ate like all of it. Then she went to the den and tried the chairs. Pimp Daddy's was like too hard, and Big Mama's was like too soft. Then she tried Lil' Dawg's and was like, "This *bleep*'s da bomb, fo' sho!" But then the chair busted landing her flat on her butt. "*Bleep*, and that was comfy too."
Then she like went up the stair and was like, "Now this is a place to crash." She tried Pimp Daddy's be
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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