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WaterThe sun glistens off your hide
Blue skies soar over-head
You carve your way through the earth
And the muck makes your bed.
For you take on many forms
In air, land and sea
The more you flow about,
The more your motions gleam.
'Tis the SeasonOn a warm summer eve
came a cool winter breeze
that swept me off my feet
with lovely, graceful ease
You shine like spring morning
and I fall without warning
right into your beauty
like seasons, adoring
A Love Letter.Dear Mine,
I've never really believed in "destiny" or "fate". They were always just words, coincidences do happen after all. That is, until I fell in love with you. Every moment spent together became like something of a dream from which I never wish to wake. Romance never seemed to be in my future, I assumed I would simply carry on alone as I always have...until I had you at my side. Now no journey seems too tiresome.
No one could have possibly foreseen just how much a single year with you has meant to me! In this short amount of time, you've helped shaped me into a better person, and I am eternally grateful to have you in my life!
For even more years to come,
For even more journeys to embark,
For even more dreams to share,
I am yours, and you are mine, I love you!
Forever and always,
Are Video Games Sexist?
If only all people calling themselves "feminists" were this honest or even did a fraction of the research
into topics as Christina does...
Though, personally I think she just calls herself a feminist to piss off the "real" man-hating feminists.
The White FeatherThey gave me a white feather.
It haunts me.
Looking through the tired wooden frame of my window, I see the tanned streets of the outback roaring ‘war, war, war’. I spot a tall man walking proudly in his military uniform, girlfriend’s hand in his. Posters are ubiquitous, slogans against the enemy and the phrase, ‘Enlist now!’ glaring down at every turn.
I step back, sigh, and draw the musty curtains together at the window. Suddenly, the room gets darker. Looking around, I see the Bible sitting on the cupboard, emitting a warm aura that makes me feel at once both nostalgic and guilty. Its worn, crinkled pages remind me of the kind wrinkles my grandfather once had on his face. I go and pick it up, carefully handling it, and flip to a bookmarked page.
‘Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.’
The highlighted words seem to float out of the page, slowly seeping into my heart
Hell's AquariumThe rich oceans offer life. The Mesozoic is a time when the reptiles ruled the sea. A giant ichthyosaur approaches the surface to breathe. It does, then dives back down. This giant is 10 metres long, the biggest ichthyosaur in the world at this time. The Mesozoic oceans are the perfect place for the devil to build hell's aquarium.
Svalbard today is cold, covered in ice. It is the home of polar bears, who hunt seal under the ice. Polar bears are really animals of the sea, as they hunt the seals which hide under the ice, which covers the surface of the frozen Arctic ocean. These are the largest carnivorous land mammals on Earth today. The polar bear walks around, stops, then roars.
But back then, Svalbard was completely underwater, and with no polar ice caps, it is not frozen, and so it is warm and tropical. This allows many animals to live in these sunlit waters. It is the late Jurassic, and life is going on strong. Hybodus sharks swim about, slowly as to conserve energy. Swimming along
Larmes' diaryEntry 1
Today I got to go outside again, Auntie Iris took me to earth to run around. The air there always smells kinda funny, nothing like home at all, but I still kinda like it.
I wish I could live there, and take Mama with me, maybe Fovea and Iris could live with us.
There's always an idea life I have in my head, Mama and me by a fire place asleep, her smiling, us together, I really wish she'd smile more, I've never seen her do it before.
I sometimes ask my aunts why Mama never smiles, they don't answer, just smile and pet me. I really like my Aunts, they are so much nicer than Moma, but thats okay, she's just going through rough times. We'll be happy someday
Chance of Heart-(HiddlesWorth One Shot) Chance of Heart
A HiddlesWorth One Shot
"So thus where my son's love went..." Mr.Hiddleston stated, leaning his chin to gently rest on the back of his hand. His weary old eyes focusing on the man before him, clad in his soldier uniform. His long blond hair pulled back into a pony tail and his blue eyes returning Mr.Hiddleston's stare.
He parted his lips to speak "Yes sir" His voice thin but his accent thick as he spoke, little to Mr.Hiddleston's knowing, the man as confident as he looked was deathly nervous.
He had interrupted and thereby ruined the marriage and wedding of Mr.Thomas William Hiddleston and Ms. Elizabeth Regina Bennett. But he could not help himself, ever since he saw Thomas whilst marching among his fellow soldiers, his heart swooned and longed to call the man his.
To be his betrothed, his love. Not that woman...Not Elizabeth Regina Be
Land of GiantsThe sun in setting. A small crocodile swims at the surface. Suddenly, a long snout plucks of and throws it away. Underwater, a scute floats down. Then, two webbed feet paddle by.
Morocco, 97 million years ago. The climate is slightly cooler than it will be in the future, allowing for rivers and forests to grow. It is a wet area, highly seasonal. It is home to the most specialized animals on Earth. The plants here are varied. Mangrove swamps grow near the opening of the Tethys, and many rivers drain out into it from inland. This world is one, ruled, by giants. A massive herd of Paralititan are heading towards the wide rivers. At 26 metres long and 62 tonnes, it is the second largest dinosaur of all time. They begin to drink at the river. Small crocodiles are present, basking in the sun, but they are too small to be a threat. Paralititan feed mainly on the tops of trees. They belong to the titanosaurs, a group of enormous dinosaurs, which include the largest of all time. They also have b
Time of the TitansNighttime. The forest is quiet. A gigantic female Diplodocus is laying her eggs into a half metre trench with an ovipositor. She will lay up to a hundred eggs. She then buries them, and returns onto the open fern prairies with her herd. Some sleeping, others feeding. She finds a nice place to lay down and relax.
Three months later. The forest is quiet. It is dawn, but light has barely filtered down here. In fact, the silver lights seeping down are the lights reflected from the moon. The eggs are ready to hatch. The ground moves. A baby Diplodocus head pops out. It is a sauropodlet, only 2 kilograms. It emerges out of the ground to rest. Its siblings begin to pop out. But in this resting state it is very vulnerable. A predator lunges and grabs the sauropodelt by the neck, killing it. The attacker is an Ornitholestes, a North American compsognathid. He walks off to feed on his catch. Others are sprouting up. They are born with thick feathers. After resting, they begin to waddle into deep
Seraphinas hatchingAlicia breathe in the fresh air before she continued her work on her fathers’, no, now Christophers’ dragon. Her father had retired two years ago but frequently visited Christopher and her whenever he could to see how they were doing and how his previous dragon was holding up. It was a hard decision to leave his dragon to his son and the dragon needed time to adapt too. Thankfully it helped that he was passed on to a family member of his previous captain and that he would visit him still.
At first, it was a bit weird for Alicia to be a subordinate to her brother instead of her father but she too soon adapted. Besides, she had a bright future ahead. Her soon to hatch Longwing would change it all. She couldn’t wait!
‘Alicia! The Admiral is looking for you! He said it was urgent!’ Christopher called out to Alicia, shaking her out of her daydream.
‘What? Why, what’s happening?’ She answered.
‘I don’t know, but you should go, now
Chapter One: What being born again means.Jesus said "...except a man be born again he cannot see the kingdom of God." (CP Jn 3:1-7). Being born again expresses the change wrought in the life of a repentant sinner by the Holy Spirit after being converted to Christ. It means the sinner has died unto sin and has been born anew unto righteousness. How this happens is that when the gospel is preached the Holy Spirit works through the word exposing sin to awaken in the hearts of those open to receiving the gospel, a consciousness of guilt and the need for forgiveness. This leads them to repentance and to acknowledge their need of a saviour (CP 2 Cor 7:9-10). Repentance is that divinely wrought conviction of sin in the heart that the soul is guilty before God, and a resolute turning away from sin. It involves both a change of mind about sin and a change of heart-attitude toward sin. It is at the time a renunciation of sin and an acceptance of the Holy Spirit's enabling power for holy living. Repentance is both God's gift, and man's
The Forlorn SoulThe rusted iron gate opened with a groan, as if it were the voice of the tired land it guarded. I stepped just inside taking a deep breath as I examined the garden of stone in front of me. The night air was cool but comfortably so, just as the night had been my love had left. I walked my usual path of cobblestone overgrown with roots and weeds. As always, I passed a great deal of impressive markers, some however showed their great age. The crooked path eventually led me to my goal. On top of a small hill lay a lone tomb stone under an old oak, the inscription long worn away.
The already overcast and moonless sky began to grow even darker and rain soon started to fall. I sat down beside the headstone and watched the water drop from the leaves of the tree. After several silent hours had passed, the rain had subsided and the clouds broke giving way to a rising sun. I gazed out at the dim horizon and waited for the dawn, signaling my time to leave. Next year I will appear again, and will c
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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