Before my lips
Had ever tasted
Another pair at all
I kept a book
Of modest size
(Ok, ‘twas rather small)
Within I kept good kisses
From many books I hoarded
The best of which I rewrote in
This book of mine, recorded
Many nights I stood awake
Rereading under-sheet
The kind of kiss I’d like to have
Should silver knight I meet
Diligent, I plotted,
Little book in sweaty grip
Learning where to put my hands
The angle of my lip
I imagined just how it would be
(Give or take a few detail)
Of the ink-black water, the full moon
Hidden beach, and wooded trail
I gleaned from all of my research
Just how the kiss would fe
.hack: Mokoto Aoki's story by Draagoness, literature
Literature
.hack: Mokoto Aoki's story
Motoko Aoki lay on her bed and sketched in utter boredom. Even the pictures she drew looked eerily bored. Not wanting go downstairs to face her parents, she rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
She reached over to her side table and plucked if off the desk without tearing her eyes from their stare.
Motoko brought it to her ear.
"Hello?" She asked, a little mad that the phone had made her blink.
"Hey, Motoko, you HAVE to see something! I found the BEST game ever!" It was a really excited Shinji, her best friend. Her heart quickened
"What did you find?" She asked in her most disinterested voice.
Leiora landed, her hand smacking the ground, pain shooting through her bones up her arm. The earth was ash coloured and cold, stripping away and stealing the warmth from her bare palm. Her hip and then thigh came next, taking some of the strain off her sore limb. She felt the tender flesh bruise.
Late fall was here. The wise trees had dropped their warm cover of leaves to warm their delicate roots; several somersaulted and eddied past in the gentle wind; the slight chill nibbling at Leiora's poorly clothed body and causing the tiniest of tremors. Frost iced the leaves and styled the pale grass into sharp spikes. She felt the gaia, the earth
Its night: Moonlight, sweet zephyr, clear sky; the smell of wet grass, asphalt and exhaust. Huddled in singular blanket, ragged, in shadows, chalk tucked into my threadbare pocket, I lie. Chalk rainbows, intricate designs, fantastical pictures, empty pop cans, a raccoon rummaging in garbage; these happen around me. On the cusp of dreamless sleep and consciousness, my hand reaches up and pets protruding chalk affectionately.
Long dissipated evanescent hopes; Regret, only regret remains. When Plans fall apart, when dreams sour and the romance of life ebbs, cling to what you love.
You are real in a synthetic world. What you live is real, what you do is real, who you love is real. Mistakes can be fixed, hearts can be patched, in time, all things are healed; but now, now is the time and place to do the only real action. To care. The world's destruction is in Indifference. Selfishness.
The small green dragon told her to change, and she did. She was getting better, but she was still slow at it. She saw his annoyance, but didn't care: he was her captor.
They flew around the great reddish-mountains for what seemed like hours. Her newly used wings with little developed muscle strained at the intense work.
Below them was a meandering stream, snaking its way around the rock haphazardly. A small amount of trees lined the water, but where the green stopped, the rock face rose up steeply into a vertical wall. If she had been in the gully, there was no way out but down the ford -- or flying.
From the air, the mountains were ver
"I don't normally like hitting a girl, but for someone like you, I believe you can take care of yourself, if I'm wrong just cry and ill know to stop." With a cocky grin he lurches forward, trips halfway, rolls with the sword, then lunges out of the roll straight at Mirah, blade leading.
Mirah began her preparation, just when Hat started toward her. She touched the side of the blade on both sides of her face for good luck, then, brought her sword up into a crescent to block his oncoming attack. Their two swords met with resonating clang. With blazing eyes Mirah grinned at her opponent and mockingly stifled a false yawn with her left hand whil
Not-quite Divulged Memories by Draagoness, literature
Literature
Not-quite Divulged Memories
Cal smiled and heartily shook hands with the bouncers before he passed through. Looking around he looked down at Luz.
"Bar or table...your choice." he said to Luz.
"Table, Please. The barfly's here with there constant talk of politics and sports drive me crazy." Said Luz.
The others came in. Jacqui and Lea went over to join a stunningly handsome man at a corner table.
"Thats another sidhe cop we met last night. Lae distracted him mightily and promised to talk with him tonight. Look at enouchs sour look at that." commented Luz.
Enoch, Ceseal, Jenny and Helga joined them at the table while Khiae stood by the door. A shiver ran through her
Khiae "Key" Pooka, gleeful at the prospect of a new adventure, strolled down the street with her usual exaggerated rolling hips. 5'11 (6'1 with her beloved red knee-high boots), 132lb and voluptuous, Key was gorgeous and she knew it. She wore her threadbare and patched green khakis and sheer black peasant's blouse with the air of someone in an evening gown. Her unruly Brown sugar curls were styled into waist-length dreadlocks, making her rarely visible copper furred triangular ears show. Her full, sensual lips were accentuated with a generous amount of red lipstick. In her hand, she held an advertisement—the band "candles in the wind" needed
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I just want to give you guys an update on how I've been! Despite my lack of scanner (for art) and my lack of Internet, telephone, and plausible means of contact, I am still, indeed, alive.
I am still working at Scream(tm). My gas is shut off, my hydro is threatening to be turned off, and I'm on the cusp of another (count'em! 3!) eviction.
I am happy. I am still with Jason. He had a gun waved in his face today, but he is fine too.
He may get a job. Jobs are nice. He hasnt had one for 6 months.
I'm going to run off with Jason and become a fetish model in Montréal to pay for my art schooling.
But first I'm going to move within London.
So I finished Harry Potter at 9am today. I bought it at 12:50am at the opening at Chapters the morning before. I waited an hour in Line, then 4 more hours afraid to touch it, and then my one day of my weekend reading it. Or trying to.
It took me a horrible amount of time to read. Often, I couldnt read for crying.
I was surprised to have called most of what happened in the book before I bought it. Some surprises, but even those I called before I got to the instances. Some of my calls were so far-fetched I thought I was joking when I predicted them. Then they came true. Ha.
I'm happy with it. I'm angry with myself for being such a bloody pan