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Pickman's SchoolPickman's SchoolPickman's School by Michel-le-fou
From Pickman's Models by Lovecraft
The queerest thing about the small studio at the end of Darkwood Lane, Arkham, Massachusetts, was that it advertised as artist night school and gallery. Most normal artists performed by day. On my rounds through the vicinity, even after 7 pm, I scarcely saw any artists enter it; but reports, I presumed they were mere rumours at first, warned of students or artists. At last, I ventured to the premises to inquire.
The founder and manager was Philip Pickman, (a relative of that Pickman whose models were bizarre creatures, I later discovered). He was gaunt, sullen and reclusive. However, I explained my visit and he obliged. The first point was naturally his relationship. The second and easily the more unusual point was the gallery. Pickman explained that his artists or students were virtually blind and so their canvases seemed empty.
"But, sir, when or if you stand before one of them, it will change."
I needed not to ask how.
My FoodMy FoodMy Food by Michel-le-fou
Dictated by Puabi
"Come and enjoy this, darling!"
"Awww, beloved, I need only your love."
He sits near me every day after noon
In the quiet comfort of his room
And feeds me a share of his lunch
She chews a few bites of our selection
Then she wipes her lips
And puckers for a passionate smooch
He feeds me so tenderly
And sees whether I am full
But truthfully I need only his love
His love is my food
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The Willow TreeI sat by a willow treeThe Willow Tree by IamA3Dpuzzle
It drooped over my head
An unknown place I was lead to
This place I loved
I spent every minute available
At this new found home
I felt happy
I felt like I could be anything and anybody
I grew in my faith
As the tree grew itself
I shared my strengths and weaknesses
Rain or sunshine
Felt like life
That life was so precious in my eyes
Sharing these moments
As if the tree would live forever
But it's leaves were falling
And as I tried to help,
Tried to bring it to the beauty
It once portrayed,
It wilted away.
I'd visit the tree
Try to bring back the laughing
But as if a storm came
The damage was done
I could be everything I was before
Bring my smile,
But I could not restore
The willow tree
That had once drooped over me
The life was lost
And mine wasn't enough
I took a deep breath,
Held my hands to my side,
And ran away from the feelings
I had to hide.
I can't replenish the tree
That was once alive
Things can only grow so muc
to the powers of secrecythe silhouette suggeststo the powers of secrecy by ghostinafog
a whiff of
chloroform or dior;
could still be black;
taste of power
is in the wound
still fresh but-hidden;
this wellspring is eternal,
deepening the curves
& shadowing the sheets;
you into undressing;
there isn’t much; a fine mixture of
Escape from Reformation: Part 1"Do you really trust me to be a guard here?" asked Tyna.
"I certainly do, Tyna," replied Mala, warden of Transformation Island. "I'm so impressed with the way you have been reformed by our training. You have proved that Saturnians have the potential to be noble and worthy like Amazons. In fact, I consider you to be an Amazon, just as much as any inhabitant of Themyiscira."
Tyna swelled with pride.
"To think I came here as a prisoner. When I was a pirate, all I wanted was to gain power and wealth and to please the rulers of Saturn. Now all I want is to obey the commands of Queen Hippolyta and to help other people," said the Saturnian.
"Perhaps with you serving as a guard, you can help your Saturnian sisters to see the need to reform. You will be an example to them of what reformation really means," suggested Mala.
"I do feel nervous about seeing them again, especially Saturnette. I bet she hates me for joining the Amazons," said Tyna.
"Her Venus Girdle will make it harder for her to hat
I have been writing since secondary school where I began to receive recognition for my fiction as class assignments. In university I was a section editor for the school newspaper and continued writing stories and poetry as well as news articles and editorials. I received several awards. I received my Bachelor of Arts in English Literature from a good university and went abroad, to teach ESL to support my interests, [Writers never earn enough by writing!] I earned good pay and recognition for my skill in teaching too. Recently, I edited and wrote several dissertations. The students I wrote for passed viva voce and got degrees. |
My principle genres of fiction are horror and science fiction. Conditions do not warrant me to write long stories like before, but I can manage 10 pages.
Current Residence: Thailand
deviantWEAR sizing preference: xl
Favourite genre of music: rock and jazz
Favourite style of art: surrealism
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: For the past 6 months I switched to iTunes
iFovourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny, doc!
Personal Quote: We do with our dreams and our imagination what is impossible to do in real life