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
My Tongue is not Silver, but GoldTo Animate the scrawlings,hastily breathed onto fine paper,inken and heathen,held up high -that is the work of a silver tongue,an inkhearted man with the worldin a pen and his page.The cyan beauty ofa three seconds past dawnglitter could not becaptured by any other,no poet nor lyricist,no one but he who sawit shining in the first instance(And ultimately held thatbeauty to himself).I am no Man ofwonders - the scribblesthat dot my past areinconsequential, solemn andpenciled in, too afraidto be permanent,too alive to be perpetual.I can't explain the beauty ofchildbirth with theendless metaphors that he could,not the sharp tonesnor the glimmering melliflouswarbling of songbirds.I couldn't exist besidesmyself, nora million realities of me.The metal in my mouthdoes not tarnish,not like silver.The metal in my mouth is thatwhich burns hot in the sky,that scratches its nameto you (If you see it,you shall catalyseand covalently combine).My tongue is golde
Queen of Sheba: Drawn by the LightI saw your light shine from afar,heard stories of riches,of wisdom incomparable -rumours, I thought,but I could not helpbut be drawn,drawn to your light.I have come to seeif the rumours are true.I have come to seeyour riches and fame.I have come to seeif you're as wise as they say.I have come,drawn by your light.And I see that the truthsurpasses wildest rumour,that the light is even brighterwhen seen up close,and I wish I could takeand keep a little spark,take it home so it can spreadand envelop the world.I want to knowmore about you,I want to knowthe source of your wisdom,I want to knowthe meaning of this blessing -I want to know your God.For He is the onewho put the light in you -He is the onewho draws all to you -He is the onewho cal light a spark in me -now I am drawn,drawn to Him.
Living the LifeLife with God is eternalWe continue foreverFor the Lord is everlastingLet us shine forth His loveAnd proclaim His glorious name
FanFanThe shadowof a crosshaloedin lighton the hospitalceiling.An accidentalreminderof sufferingand death.or life'ssalvation?
notes in the sand before the tide comesupon a galaxya meditation formsgoodbye this momentgood morning, now*at the endrain drops becomeflowers of lifethe pattern remembers*after lightning thunderdoes not thunder?the whiteness holds this.why waits here.
Oh Mother,Let me hear youIn the trees,In the chorusOf falling leaves;In the windAnd in the cold,May your voiceSpeak clear and bold.Mother, singYour song to me;This I willSo mote it be.
Open...Open…Freedom taken, moving to ashes, through the grey mists, till I’m broken…Jaded perspective, lonely and open…doubtless I pray, run away,I’m only human, I’m only forgotten, and I’m healing slowly, maybe too much,I can see into the havens, but still I seem to be okay…There’s more to go too, I’m only holding on till…The ashes go, the freedoms won, or maybe I’m sane…Through the grey mists, I trek for days, moving in the fog,Till we’re all healed, all found, all freed, heal now,Faded dreams, fragile and open, lying schemes keep us hidden…Hide away, from the pain, or face it full on…Run away or stand up and fight…never give up!Never give in, never lose hope, and keep on standing…Forgive my addled mind, grief fills it,Jaded rays, hope forgave, maybe a promise…?I can still see the havens now, I’m holding on till…I see you there, I can still be true, a
21:7No experiencesNo experiencesNo experiences could have prepared you for this.Your heart throws itself off of a moving boatInto the freezing, quaking seas below.Your brain, your bones, your nervous system follow soon afterOne by one slipping into those watersAnd all because you need a breath of fresh air.All because you saw Him standing on the shore.That manLimbs scarredEyes burning just as brightlyAs the day they stood by and watched Him bleed to death.There He stands in peaceful rebellion.An inferno in a world of ice.A pyre to give you life.Yet no experiences could have warned youThat the water you thought would bring you landward is now dragging you back out to seaCapsizing your lungsSurging rapids sliding through veins like snakes along garden grass.And no experiences could have told you that you would sinkAnd the darkness that you were sure couldn't and wouldn't follow youIs now crawling through your corneasLike moss clinging to mighty bouldersUnable to be se
The Father SpeaksThe Father SpeaksYou think to yourselfDoes anyone care?Does anybody hear my cries?As you wander in the darkCarrying the weight of the pastLet go of your burdenAnd lean on MeFor I will strength youAnd uphold you in My armsFollow the LightHe will lead you homeRelease the tears you are holdingLet Me kiss each one awayWeary soulCome to MeAnd I will give you restBy the stillness of the SpiritYou thought to yourselfWhy am I so alone?Let Me cover you in loveAnd remind you that you were never aloneIt may feel like there is no oneBut I am right there guiding your stepsLeading you to the finish lineSpeaking words of truthInto your life“You can do it!You are not a failureJust one more stepCome onI am right here beside youRunning this course with you”Child of MineI love you more than you can possibly imagineMy Son died so that you can liveNow He is sitting on the throneWaiting for youTo call on His nameAllow Him to heal your brokennessTurning you
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