Monday, October 3, 2011

Bittersweets

Warm sunshine filled the little amber bedroom. The sheets never felt better against his calloused, worn out skin. He lifted his comforter up a bit, to shield his eyes from the intense rays and the revelations of his reality. But he couldn't deny what is; it bites, but there was nothing else he could do. Right now, his only option is to get up and face the painful motions of the sunlit day.

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Sunday, September 25, 2011

Because you chose her

"You said  you love her right? Then why are you here with me?!? Hehe..."

Oww oww oww! Too bright! Morning sunshine... Too bright!

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Saturday, July 9, 2011

Truck?

"You seriously aren't expecting me to jump this truck over this don't you?!?" Robert exclaimed, pointing frantically at a steep overhang. Apparently he had a truck, and he had to jump the truck over the crevasse. For an arbitrary reason he wasn't entirely sure either.

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Friday, July 1, 2011

King's Queen

His cloak felt heavy, his cowl was still warm. The slayer lies slain, but so is my dear King.

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Sunday, June 26, 2011

A Moment More

"Hahaha! That's actually pretty funny! You'd make an awesome comedienne..."

"Haha really? Wait, wha-?"

The tree house wasn't quiet tonight, as it was ever other evening. Soft warm orange light painted the walls gloomy, but the laughter inside the lonely shack betrayed whatever sad atmosphere the little candle induced. It was a happy day for Antoinette and William.

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Saturday, June 25, 2011

Old Teapsie

Tic-tic-tic-tick...

Protests from a kettle of boiling water. The whistling spout has long since been deficient, from all the calcite deposits left after boiling liters upon liters of water. The incessant chattering would go on and on and on, stopping only when little Millie would take notice of the lonely pot, running and shouting excitedly at her mother.

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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Ad Continuum Chapter 3 Episode 3

So after years in the making, its finally here!


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Saturday, March 19, 2011

Pining of the Mind No. 1

Darkness filled the room. Wafts of lavender and grime floated along streams of draft and silent still air. It would be long before the room knows someone again; in the meantime, grief and dank humidity became its faithful occupants. Every once in a while, a note or two from an unknown source would penetrate the stark silence, sometimes even words, lyric and tune; reminders of life that once was, but now wasn't.

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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Ad Continuum Chapter 3 Episode 2

Well, without further ado, Episode 2. Full view here.


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Monday, January 31, 2011

Ad Continuum Chapter 3 Episode 1

So we begin anew, a new Chapter that is! The first episode for Chapter 3, and the first episode of the year! How very exciting~

Anyways, full view here!

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Sunday, January 9, 2011

Words

Eternity, such a heavy word;
Everlasting and untarnishing.
Sure as yesterday had come to pass;
But still uncertain if it will last.

Sincerity, such a lonely word.
Such commitment; whole-hearted devotion.
An intentional self-sacrifice;
A shedding of pretenses, of masks and lies.

Anxiety, the word of fear and of longingness;
Of the eternal wait between coming and going.
Never knowing, never fully certain;
Yet still holds on, faithful and trusting.

Distance, the word that seals and locks away.
It seals emotions and dampens hearts,
It shuts them tight, in fear of pain;
For who knows when, they'd meet again.

And then there's love, a comforting word.
That no distance can overcome, nor pain can destroy.
That which sweeps away anxiety, and drives away fear;
That of which can speak of eternity and remain sincere.

A word I vigilantly hold on to;
A word that describes what I have for you.

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Friday, January 7, 2011

Overturn

A boat that rides the tranquil waves;
A lake that sings melancholic hymns.
Afar, a shore that signals beckoning hope;
With huts that dot it with lights, beautiful homes.

There's fish to be had and a fire to stoke;
Coals red hot, steaming noisy pots.
There's rice to feast on, a leaf to eat from,
And tiny stools to take the solemn meal.

The net had been cast, the catch was plenty;
There were to be, a feast for everybody.
But the winds blew strong, the gust was angry;
The fishing lamp was nowhere to be seen.

The night was black and the stars a-shining;
The lake breeze sweeps, cool and refreshing.
A peaceful sight, a silent retreat;
For the fishermen, who never made it.

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I

love you

dearest I love you


true



And till I can my frail heart will


always be for you