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The GlyphsThe GlyphsThe Glyphs by Michel-le-fou
Strange glyphs upon a stone wall
The readers are confused
A time beyond our reckoning
"We were not created then."
"Indeed not. This is too old,
Too long ago."
"What of those figures?"
The figures told of creatures before our time
As old as the earth itself
Names strange and unearthly
At last, they turned to go
Cry of the JackalsCry of the JackalsCry of the Jackals by Michel-le-fou
Those who have traversed the Sahara along the Egyptian stretch and wandered through the Valley of Kings might have chanced to hear the occasional cries of jackals. They sometimes hang out near the doors of the tombs. When this writer was at the nearest resort, a traveler such as I mentioned arrived and told me and a few others that he had seen or heard a clutch of jackals at a particular tomb. Naturally, someone inquired,
"Which tomb was it? Akhenaten? Ramses?"
"I am not really sure," he replied, nervously. "Neither did I see a marking nor did my guide know."
An unmarked tomb. An unknown mummy. Something very strange was going on out there. However, I was still on holiday and had no intention to investigate. So the inquirer, Edmond Tulley, an amateur investigator who occasionally worked with Scotland Yard, felt it was incumbent to go. The journey was about two days by rover.
When Tulley arrived, he and his guide, a native Egyptian, camped and checked provisions. Cert
Heart of the Woman IIHeart of the WomanHeart of the Woman II by Michel-le-fou
What will glow like fire every night?
What will shine like the stars?
What will glimmer so brightly
That one will see it from afar?
What will have value more than precious stones,
More than silver and gold?
What has a price so dear when bought
But never should be sold?
Men, if you don't know, then ask your wives; if they don't know, then ask Puabi.
When Heaven is Angry conclusionWhen Heaven is AngryWhen Heaven is Angry conclusion by Michel-le-fou
Every cloud has a silver lining. There may be some good in the worst situations. Within moments, earth dimensional time, the storm blew me through the threshold of Hastur's dimension and back to our world. The key was, how've, still in my grasp. The storm it evoked failed, or worse, was not meant to remove it. I rejoined Ralph Compton and we returned o his house. I spent about half an hour shaking myself from that experience.
"Well, Henry , thy sy that we learn from experience. What has this experience taught you?"
"for one thing, Ralph, old boy, it taught me to beware of them Old Ones."
"Oh, absolutely don't trust them!"
"Beyond that, I learned how much power they had and something queer about Hatur. But, let's get started. There are a few places that need a storm."
We set to work combining the spells in the Necronomicon Spellbook with the key. Throughout that time, we both duly dreaded the dimensions of the storms we would conjure. Ralph offered to hol
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The Greatest SymphonyCome to me when my song stopsThe Greatest Symphony by Achille1996
and life can no longer play my heartstrings,
when my voice won’t chime anymore
and my footfalls don’t hit the Earth like drum beats.
Save me when this great orchestra
finally breaks down
and my bones rise with the echoes
of the music inside my mind
and my brain loses its conductor.
Lead me after I bury this instrument
and teach me how to tune my soul.
And together we will unite
in the world’s greatest symphony.
HauntedI see her there withHaunted by CorporateRockWhore
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
I'm sorry...I didn't stop you.It's funny how the person you love can destroy you.
How they can literally kill you with just a few words like:
I don't know you anymore
I think we're better off apart
Oh how those simple words can destroy you
And I don't blame you for falling apart.
After all, I did as well.
And don't blame you for the fact that you've changed
Because I changed too.
It was a change for the better,
We found our dreams, after all.
I blame myself for the fact that I couldn't stop you
Or rather I didn't.
It's both mine and his fault that you're like that.
His fault for breaking you and mine for not putting you back together when I should have.
I'm sorry... I was blinded by the fact that I loved you too much.
I didn't see what you were becoming.
I'm sorry...I wish I stopped you sooner.
If I did, this never would have happened.
Now it's too late.
Is it too much to ask?I don't understand what's wrong with me today.
It feels like all my of friends have drifted too far away.
I've tried to be strong and fix all I've wronged
But nothing goes according to plan.
And I just want to back up, stop and start over again.
And these days are the loneliest of my life.
It feels like something is wrong but everything seems alright.
Are they trying to avoid me because of being me?
The past is the past but I hope I'm not history...
All I want is someone to talk and stay...with me.
Is it too much to ask for a little time and company?
The Earth WizardA cloaked figure stood alone in the darkness. The only light was from the fire he was cooking on. The only sound heard in the hollowing silence was the crackling of the fire. Kaj stirred his stew when a snapping of twigs caught his attention.
Turning toward the emptiness, his body started to glow, not from the fire, but from the magic within. Kaj was a wizard, not the strongest, but that didn't matter. He knew spells to help protect him from foes hidden in the night.
"Kaj, it's me." A slender woman emerged from behind a tree. She wore a cloak to shield her from the chill. Her blonde hair fell to the middle of her back. Her smooth, pale skin glowed.
"Marjanna? You shouldn't do that." He lifted the hood of his cloak. His features matched hers. His hair coming to his shoulders looked uncombed.
"We don't have time to chat. We're in danger, brother." Marjanna was Kaj's sister. They both were born with the gift of magic and lived a life devoted to protecting those in need.
"What's this dange