| Partially inspired by Ursula Le Guin's work, partially an idea I had that kept sitting in my head asking to be written. |
| Partially inspired by Ursula Le Guin's work, partially an idea I had that kept sitting in my head asking to be written. |


CaravansThat day was scorching hot; air shimmered against the greyish eucalypt leaves and conspired against the black melted tarmac. Ants moved in lethargic trails back and forth across the baking ground from their little piled mountainous homes to a stray crust of white bread abandoned by a passerby. The vicious blue sky contrasted with the yellow-gold the unshrinking sun tinted the air below; a fine breeze pushed against the sapless twigs in the eucalypt trees and abandoned any hope of moving the heat away. It was too hot for any sensible creature to do anything outside. Only the ants still pursued their relentless search for food.Caravans
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South-bird WingsI have watched brown birds fly south in the winter. I have seen trees turn grey with age and pale with cold. I have listened to the cry of innocence trapped. I have bred lies and sold them for meat. I have eaten words and fed my children silence. I have seen the world swallow green grass tall. I have sung the dawn-call loud and clear. I have heard my freedoms death begin. I have known the anger of traitors laugh.South-bird Wings
In the deep dark before morning when the shadows breathe cold, I have stood beneath the blackest branches of the hateful trees and smiled at the frosted path before me. I have tasted the blood beneath my skin


The WhiteWhen I woke to the sounds of the sea, I knew it was not day.The White
Not my day.
I rose and dressed, climbing into damp cold clothes rimed with silver salt. I tasted the wind on my chilled lips. There was no room; no blank hem-walls to swallow my sight, no bed beneath me. No floor under my bare feet. I was cold, bitterly cold and yet my heart still beat. I picked up my scarf from where it lay wrapped around my feet and tied it around my neck. My eyes were closed.
Always closed.
There were no walls, but there was nothing else either. Whiteness, a thing of white; molecules danced before my eyes and I


The ChildrenWe saw nothing strange about the children conceived after the fire that destroyed our village. Women worked and waited through their nine months as usual. Huts and yards were rebuilt as winter swallowed autumn. The charcoal-scarred ground beneath our new huts was rubbed clean by bare feet and mud. As summer burned through the green of spring, the women gave birth. Only the midwife murmured her surprise; seven births in two days. Four girls, three boys.The Children
They grew into a gaggle of half-naked screaming children. Seven wild eyed creatures who ran through the village for the first four years of the
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French ToastI was afraid to offer you a ring, so I bought you a necklace instead. I gave it to you when we met for breakfast, right before they brought out your french toast and my eggs. You said thank you as the waitress set down your plate, and I didn't know if you were talking to her or to me; but your smile told me that it should have been a ring.French Toast
by *angrymikko
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Im here to tell you there are angels and demons among us. Those bedtime stories you were told, the bumps in the night you heard: they're all true. Every damn movie about werewolves and vampires dueling it out All real.
-Mimi-
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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**Art With The Spark**
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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this is either a link to a photo of a sunlit seagull hovering by the GW bridge in stormy skies or a photo of a ladybird sitting on my finger and sillhouetted against the sunset. guess which one
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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this is either a link to a photo of a sunlit seagull hovering by the GW bridge in stormy skies or a photo of a ladybird sitting on my finger and sillhouetted against the sunset. guess which one
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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