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Musings of Time -unfinished- Well, I find it prudent to first introduce myself. I am the manifestation and keeper of what is known as Time. I make sure it runs in proper order, and that everything follows as it should, and nothing is usurped. I will address many issues in this literation of my musings, and almost all points of view interconnect at one point or another. Be patient, all will be explained, quite fittingly, in time.Musings of Time -unfinished- by Riko-JOKH
First, I will address the very thing that I govern. Time.
Many people regard time as a straight line. That is rather incorrect. Events repeat, parallel, and deja vu often. If time were simply a straight line, all creatures traveling the same line, then nothing would ever be repeated, mistakes would always be learned from. But since there is a flaw to every being, including the fact that life itself runs in cycles, this can never hold true.
Creative Assignment - GoST Estha's gradual sink to silence was unnoticed by all. He already was quiet, so when problems did arise, he simply never spoke. At the boy's school in Calcutta, he had occassional problems with the students. Most of the boys at the school were rich, beach colored boys. The angelic pets of the teachers. Estha was dirt colored. Some could see Satan in his eyes. He was Different.Creative Assignment - GoST by Riko-JOKH
Estha was eating lunch quietly - overcooked, rubbery meatloaf. Like Kochu Maria's skin - wrinkled and dark. This made Estha smile at the thought. Then he remembered more, and the smile faded. He looked down at his lunch tray, at the potatoes that were growing little white whiskers, the age spotted apples. A beach colored angel yelled over at Estha.
"Blackie! What you making faces for?" The boy challenged Estha. He was hatted. English. Loved From The
Maybe I'm Just Misunderstood Looking back on this life, there is a lot I could have done better. Great spirits, there is a lot I could have done better in all of my lives that I've lived. Yet... I cannot pinpoint where exactly it all went horribly wrong. How did I become the worthless, wretched, forsaken creature that I was? Was it my parents? My sister? The cats I had grown up around? My own, innate flaws? Or perhaps the fact that I became the very monster that I feared the most? I do not have the answer. Maybe it was a dreadful concoction of them all.Maybe I'm Just Misunderstood by Riko-JOKH
"What are you going to name her?" A sandy colored tom asked a red and brown tabby queen, as she gazed down at her two kits with stormy blue eyes. The mother nosed the larger one roughly, and licked its light ginger and white fur clean.
"She looks like a small, clever fox. What do you think, Alpine? Does Fox sound good to you?" She licked her strong, vulpine daughter pro
Spirit Life: Chapter 1 -RD-Chapter 1Spirit Life: Chapter 1 -RD- by Riko-JOKH
The More the Merrier
"So, do you understand?"
"Huh?" A grey tabby cat asked blankly, spacing out, looking at the huge brown longhair tabby. He flattened his ears, and looked up at him with wide, innocent yellow eyes. "Ummmm.. no?" Suddenly he was on his side, barley stalks flattening under his bulk. He swiveled his ears back, looking indignant. He was on his feet in a moment, barely avoiding another cuff from the longhair's huge tawny paws.
"Damnit Kaito, when I tell you something I expect you to listen! The rabbit that leaps too quickly from his nest, is the first to be eaten." The huge longhair towered over him, easily four times larger than Kaito, his two tails lashing in hostility, the barley waving from the force of it. Kaito rolled his eyes, earning another cuff from the Nekomata.
Kaito growled, and wrinkled his nose nose at him. "The day that I
Love is flight.I used to believe that the strongest love was one that were never noticed or returned.Love is flight. by A3s1r
Now I realize that there's more than that.
Feelings that aren't returned, they're so strong they hurt.
I know this because I've felt that hurt.
The hurt that doesn't go away, and only gets stronger the more you think about it.
The hurt that kills you inside, yet you can't stay away, like an addiction.
The hurt that makes you desperately want to shout out your feelings, in the hopes that you'll feel better.
The hurt that disappears when that person smiles at you.
You must realize, love is not hurt.
Love is not needing to see their face to ease the pain.
Love is not looking with longing at someone who doesn't know how you feel.
Love is not sitting alone, wishing for a chance.
Love is not hurt.
Love is so much more than that!
Love is feeling the touch of another, and feeling how right it is.
Love is kno
actions.close your eyes.actions. by otterp0p
close your eyes and remember.
remember how it felt to be in his arms. remember how it felt when your bodies were connected. how it felt to lie beside him and know he was still there. to know he hadn't left when he had the chance. to feel his fingers running up and down your spine and his soft lips against your neck. to feel his body in your own arms. to trace him, from his legs to his hips, the slightest masculine curves, to feel your hands against the muscular tone from his chest down to where it so elegantly mixed together. remember his beauty. his breathe and his taste and how his breathing put you to sleep.
now unravel your mind.
unravel your mind and feel.
feel how good it was to be loved. how high your heart had lifted itself and how beautiful the world was when he was in it. feel how your head would spin and your heart would fly when he put hi hands on you. feel how his voice was like a song to you. how hard it was to keep yourself from being uplifted when you k
My HeartMy Heart by gin-hoshi
Call me crazy but my heart speaks to me; ever since I can remember. Instead of a prick of conscience I hear a gentle and soft voice which shields me from the world, the neglect and the aberration. Neglected by a world which knows no worth of mine she embraces me from inside, never leaving my side; gently chiding me if I forget here. She sits on my shoulder garbed in white, charcoal black hair and ever warm black eyes. As I cry to sleep at night she gently puts my head on her lap and gently sings me to sleep. Call me crazy if you want but I know my heart loves me...
ReaperReaper by Isiri-Blackthorn
"I love you." The words escaped my mouth before I could hush them. His lips curled upwards in a cruel but beautiful parody of a smile that sends my whole body quivering with anticipation.
Precision is his tool, and everything he does, he does with calculated, measured intention.
"Again," he said. A command, simple seeming, but it bears more weight than any command he'd given yet, even the one separating me from Life.
I try to push the words off my tongue, but they seem to be stuck now, blocked by the shock of my initial outburst. Sensing my hesitation, he seized hold of my head and grasped it tightly, forcing me to look at him. I tried to break free, startled as I was by the suddenness of his actions, but his strength overcame my frail attempts.
"Be still!" He ordered me firmly. I had no choice but to listen. I could no more defy him here in his own realm than I could in life. "Now," he said coolly in my ear, "You already belong to me. What have you to fear in saying that phrase again?