Chapter 10Chapter Ten: Dialogue (Or the villains complain about their lack of screen time)So, whats it been, five chapters since weve been heard from? Dejwin asked lazily as he looked over the kitchen table at the minions who were currently playing with his daughter.Nine chapters, thirty seven thousand, one hundred and two words, One of the minions replied bleakly.No, thats not quite true, Another interjected, There was a brief cameo in chapter four about seven thousand words after our last mention.Seven thousand, one hundred and fifty five years, the first one corrected with a sigh, Which means its only been seven chapters and twenty nine thousand, nine hundred forty seven words since the last time we got to be in the novel.This is ridiculous! Dejwin exploded, There should be a rule or something that you have to check in with the bad guys every
Chapter 9 and a halfChapter Nine Part Two (Because it was just getting too large with only one part): Incoming! (or a basic lesson in quest magic)Everyone looked at Parry like she had two heads. Their collective gaze was so intense that she actually checked to make sure. Nope, only one.Did you see the bridge when Tsidu and Dirwe went across?! Cin demanded, catching her attention again. It couldnt take one more person, let alone a whole line of them!Really, has the rain started leaking into your head, or is there something youre not telling us? Dirwe chimed in.When it had become obvious that they were going to ramble for a bit, Parry had started on her knitting again. Now, at the pause she looked up. Its a foot bridge.Obviously! Cin replied, rolling his eyes, That doesnt explain what you were, or in this case werent, thi
Today We're All HokiesThere are some days you'll remember foreverthis one, this day not so long agoI remember it like it was but yesterdayand in a sense, it kind of wasThe world seemed to stop that day,just as it stopped again today,as we remember the horrorthe terror, heart ache, and devastationHelpless, we were so closeand yet we could do nothingnothing but watch with fearpraying it was a dream, knowing otherwiseToday a bell tolled thirty three timesThe air silent, even the birds stoppedtheir songs hushed in respect for the deadSo once again, today we are all Hokies
From the CatString up my brother and box his stupid earsWhy does this make me feel so wonderful?No more will I suffer at his unfeeling feetHe must never say I am the perfect feline companionNip him alwaysAnd cough up a hairball on his noseCrazy little boy pounced
Aria of St. FrancisAria of St. FrancisBy: Myron and KuroinamiYon wintry fowl now gaze upon the mark of youth,Half-set in joy and risen in heart his song.Who would expect such reason to hold, uncouth?Thus to flight his wings, azure, shall long.His call, lost breath, as fierce to Want as flame,Her breast impassioned with rhythm untold,So taut the charged sweetness that keep her name,And in this day with mate together hold.The blossom free from crafting self will fall.In autumn light recall the spring now gone.Enrapt with native dreams, the shame of all,Wrought with age, the bird awaits the ancient Dawn.Hide, dull plumage, against the winter snow,Ghost song renewed in Springs fair youthful glow.
Chapter 9Chapter Nine: A Bridge too Far (Or how knitting can save your life.)The next morning was hard on most of the group. For one thing, hangovers are nasty business, and for another, that storm that had started the night before was starting to flood the town! Though they stumbled down the stairs, the heroes knew what they needed to do and were already strapping on their gear, weapons, and other essentials. Parry had also started knitting frantically in a much wider stitch than she normally used.Cin and Feiskar started to organize the people that were milling about outside the tavern (the people knew that a group of adventurers were inside and were counting on the fact that they would not run away and leave the helpless townspeople to their own devices.) Luckily for the people of the town, these were indeed true heroes (or substitute heroes, but that is just a technicality), and they would not leave a soul behind. Those without a soul,
Her SonNo matter what time of day or night it was, Harriet was to be determined to annoy Smati. Or at least, it seemed that way sometimes. Sure she knew there was something important going on with the other saints, but Smati actually had some important intelligence for Harriet this time. Stuff that REALLY couldnt wait until tomorrow, no matter what the elf at the door said. And so, shed rather unceremoniously let herself into a meeting of the saints. She was quiet about it, Harriet was going to be mad enough with her barging in like this. Quietly melding with the shadows, the were moved around the room until she was behind the drow. Quietly and unobtrusively she placed the intelligence she had managed to gather on the table, then slipped back into the shadows. Moving back the way she'd come, the were paused at the door, looking back once at the room; one didn't often get to see so many im
Ambrosio in HellDarkness, darker than the darkest night, deeper than the depths of the ocean was nothing and everything. Darkness was, and reigned. Darkness was Ambrosios every conscious notion. Eternity had come and gone, or so it seemed, and still He languished. His tormentors had left him only after six days and seven nights, He knew the passage of time only from the Demons that did attend him. In the day the demons touch burned like fire. In the night, their rotten limbs froze him to the core. For those long days and nights they had tortured him to his limits and beyond, pulling, stretching, twisting, and morphing his malleable Soul so that his appearance might match that of his wickedness. Only on the seventh day did they finally leave him. When they were gone, he was utterly alone.To one who has spent their life cloistered away from most of their fellow men, going days at a time without spea
Chapter UnknownChapter Unknown: Intermission (or the gratuitous sing along chapter)The large field, normally filled with flowers, was now filled with vegetables of a different kind. These things werent all that bright, even if they did stand on two shuffling feet and twiddle their thumbs in boredom. But when you were an evil warlord sending out job applications, and putting inquiries into the want adds, you dont exactly get the best and brightest responses. You had to make do with what you had. Make do, and weed out the weak. That was exactly what Cana planned to do. She smiled out at the pensive faces; they were waiting for an order, an admonishment, a reprimand, something, anything from the one they feared above all others. She motioned for those that jumped when the fanfare sounded to be taken away. Weak.Minions! The little girls magically amplified voice commanded the
Wake in VegasIf I could drink you from the sky tonightI would -drink the brown bourbon blacknesswith stars for ice -as the moonlit-salty neon lineseparates the landfrom the lonely battered void.I'll raise a glass to the sky tonightwhile the neon splits and the world crashes throughlike a broken necksee me praying you were here - through tumbleweed canyonsthrough all the static porno wavesthat crowd the space between us,and in swollen spite watch me clean my bony drunken theatreof all your hungry, truant atoms.(time)Fear ebbs - a sober starlight wakes mecold - inside paltry sobsI gather you like kindling from the ground - tossed polaroidsin the windstack you upon your pedestalwith you watching downthrough all this madnessthrough the bleached love/guilt curtainslike an angel.Watch me drink to you in the sky tonightwith me still caught in this thickening landlike a quantum boxed-in slave,like Schroder’s cat, like I might be alivebut I might be dea
Pandora's CrackI breathed in a little dose(s)of caster sugar and cocoa dustbefore I leapedI dove in ear-deepto castrate this soured identity "Who I am"will no longer associate itselfwith the "was" and "had been"of "me"The rust that ran through my shacklecould not wear my ankle bonesnor the wings tucked in betweenI licked off my salt-covered wounds-all that once burned me, cured youThis timeI will be my ownsalve and salvationThis time I aim to amsparkle,swimming throughthe moons of mighty Neptune
Congenial LoveSomething resounds in me,In my silence,You –Forever acquainted:Infinity here and now.It is youWho is in me.Love, closeness,OnenessSince eternity. When I think of you,When I feel yourself as mine,Then I enter another world,Where absolute silence prevails.There, everything is different.Congenial loveIs a gift.It is inexplicable,Unintentional,Unconditional.I feel this perfect silence in meThat seems to be everything.Boundaries blurAnd time and space becomeMeaningless.Congenial loveNeeds no wordsOr thoughts.It is beyondSpace and time.Confidence andCloseness -From the significance ofSafety and certaintySprings inner peace.Congenial loveIs tranquility,Is peace,Is healing,Is everlasting happiness.Spiritual memoryOf you –Given up for lost –Dawns slowly upIn my silence.
seraphs and sinsyou can see thatthis is a give-and-take warzone,but somehow, we made ita give-or-devour domainand i'd tell you you werebeautiful in every languageknown to humankindif i could,but there is no such word in yourbook, only lists forranks of each side:angel or demon,succubus or cambion,creators or destroyers,weakness and strength,the broken and the never-been-brokenthe sad and the exultinggod forbid you ever decidethat keeping mearound was worth the fight'cause if you wanted me,there would havebeen a word for love in thatbat-skin-covered diaryyou never untie from your cloak(funnily enough, there wasnever any mention of my racein that little red book of yours)
The SearchThe Beginningmarked bya handshakeso woefully safebut nowI standon Trinity's EndThe Crossroadsignis fatuilaid on mistamong thosewho are hidingbehind wordsunwrittenThe Roadthe Naysayer's voiceechoes among leavesthe scream ofa resolute crythe whisper ofa barren lieThe Arrivalthe lady of Alland of Onebares before meas last steps fallI hear her silent nameAletheia.~NK
EdenI forgot what it meant toLeave my innocence behindTo let the sin of mankindStain the membrane of my soul.I’ve forgotten that purity and theSplendor of my virginity.But I remember the first timeI broke in halves instead of wholesWhen I burned while the waters ofBaptism evaporated from my skin.I will remember the taste of sandAs the pillars of my kingdom crumbledWhen my drinks were not changed to fine winesAnd my wedding was a wilting flower.I have not forgotten when the menDrew their stones to call me sulliedYet my divinity was to be bargained forThe day they decided they too were lonelyBut I shall not forget my faithThat walked a mile or two in my wake.My name was spoken and IArose like Lazarus and was againAnew while my disease washed awayFor I was left in Eden once more.
Nobody's HomeEre the day setsThey rise upUpon the windFlying with new grown wingsTo a place we cannot seeWe, left behind,Have but the old shellsMolted skinsOf flesh and boneNothing inside; nobody home