The Cool Burn of Water The Cool Burn of WaterThe Cool Burn of Water
The air was filled with the cloying damp from the waterfall. No matter where they went, there was no way to be free of its ever-present damp. Water collected and ran in rivulets down Gevallien’s armor as she stood at the bottom of the stair that wound down the side of the waterfall. Slink and Amara sat together, their backs pressed up against
Someday“Someday you will be loved.” The words on that page repeated themselves over and over in her mind. Though there was no name at the bottom, Rosaline didn’t need one. She knew very well who it was that had penned the note. She stared at the five words that were arranged in the center of the paper, his writing was so familiar to her now.Someday
It had all begun a few weeks ago. Some friends had invited her to a low-key party; they said that there would be a lot of people there and that she would have fun. Rosaline’s friend’s definition of fun; howev
EnergyCandlelight flickered in the near-dark room. If not for the two people sitting on the bed, the casual observer might just think that the occupant had left a single white candle to burn away the darkness. The two sat so still, it seemed that neither even drew a single breath. Their arms were outstretched before them, their hands resting on top of the hands of the other. Though there was empty space between them, there seemed to be none.Energy
Her eyes slipped closed as she took in a deep breath. He had asked her to do this, and had been more than willing to do so, but she was unprepared for the ease in which everything happened. When p
Descent Part 2 My mind wandered as I tapped my tow-line into the caldera wall. No matter how many times I looked at my dive computer, the temperature of the water around me had not dropped even half a degree. Yet I could not shake the chill that had settled around me. The tunnel entrance yawned open in front of me, threatening to swallow me whole. I closed my eyes and took a cleansing breath in order to push aside the twinge of fear that threatened to make me turn back. I had been diving in numerous caves, and knew how to handle myself, but since Sebastian’s accident…no, I wasn’t going to do that to myself again.Descent Part 2
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Bad PoetryDear --,Bad Poetry
I began your letter at the stop sign on Third Street and lost it in a traffic jam on Hemming Way; you would've rolled your eyes at the name, so I tried to imagine you sitting beside me. That's what did it, of course--I had a perfectly good sentence and it went right out the window
with sentiment.
See there--I was trying to redeem myself by writing a poem, but apologetic prose doesn't like to share. I had grand illusions--something about a word o
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i'm a million different people from one day to the next.
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i'm a million different people from one day to the next.
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