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Wishmaster Chapter 5Chapter 5- Her Truth and My Wish
This world was so static and unchanging. The lack of action here was suffocating. How could Lily stand to live here? Her life meant nothing. She had no purpose. She meant nothing to anyone. What would happen if she were to remember another world, a life she once lived? I bet she would feel a spark of loneliness. I could understand why I would think of such a thing. It seemed too cruel to remind people of what they wished to forget.
Today was different than the days before it. Everything that I became used to in this world had changed. This time I meet Lily. I would be able to touch her, to talk to her. I was puzzled by the outcome of this encounter. There was a truth behind Lily that I wish I had never known. I wish she could forget again.
The mailbox appeared next to me again. I opened it to check the letters. Most of them were still unreadable. There was only one that I could understand. There was no date or greeting written on the top of t
Anti-YouThe stuffy cell was lighted by a dim bulb in the middle of the ceiling. The prisoner's eyes were wide open, hardly blinking. Leather safety straps pinned him to the bed. A needle pumped nutrients into his veins while he sat there, unable to harm anyone on the ship. A woman holding a rather large gun stood outside of the cell protected by red laser bars.
The captain named so by the survivors on the ship strode through the halls of the futuristic dungeons. A common sight of blood, old and new, painted the metal corridors. The captain's boots clicked loudly as he stomped through the halls. Within a few steps, he had reached his destination. He gave a glance to the female guard. She nodded and unlocked the cell. He stepped inside and began to unfasten the safety straps on the prisoner's bed. This would be a dangerous task if it weren't for the circumstances of the situation. The prisoner sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes. His eyes were bleary and the first thing he saw was the captain.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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