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Brought by the Storm conclusionBrought by the Storm
The inevitable is due to happen, sometime or another.
The Assyrian Avengers girded for the inevitable confrontation, which Puabi warned Clifford about along the way. They both remained steadfast in their task. However, they had no idea then who was performing the black magic. Furthermore, the practitioners were suddenly aware that the Avengers were trailing them.
"Alors! Donald, someone is trailing us. I feel it."
Dastardly Disruptor wriggled his right pinky and it presented him with the image of the couple on the road to the town limits of the last town. They recognised Clifford Rogers immediately.
"That's scientist Clifford Rogers with his wife Puabi."
"They are looking for us."
"They are looking for the makers of the storm walker but they may not know it is us yet."
"We should meet them, no?"
"In due time, Amanda. They are not near yet. Let us summon the walker first."
Disruptor wriggled both pinkies and the storm walker awakened. However, in its wake
Week 5 prompt
The past is almost always forgotten when the present is in progress and the future is in sight. But occasionally it comes to haunt us in very curious ways.
Charlie Thompson had been engrossed in his work and leisure activities for months before this case transpired. He had been so wrapped up that anthem oriels of his past faded like his dreams. Charlie was engaged as a painter in a town for one year. Prior to that, although, as I mentioned, he had forgotten, he was a lifeguard. In his leisure, Charlie was an amateur artist. He enjoyed painting obviously.
When the case mentioned began, Charlie was enjoying his hobby but he was seeking a model. Most girls in the town were rather shy to pose for him. Then, one day, as he sat pondering how to find a model, a strange but sensuous young woman came to him. She was interested and available to pose for him. So that evening, she stripped before him. Charlie stared. She was pale like a ghost. Her features were still clear
Dictated by Puabi
Some women desire gems and pearls
Some desire silver and gold
Some desire dominion and power
But they must pause to think
Even for one second
What will they do when they grow old?
A woman ages and will deflower.
I know it well
I had all of those
Now I have only one treasure
A gentle loving man
Who gives me continuous pleasure
Brought by the Storm (page 4)Brought by the Storm
Amanda Delacroix and Donald Wakeley hurried outdoors that night to track the storm walker and send it to the next town. They found it at the spot it rested, at the opposite end of the town, after an hour. Then thy proceeded to guide it ahead on course.
In New York City, Clifford Rogers had finished a relaxing and refreshing dinner. It was one of the first meals that Puabi cooked. She was still rather shy about modern styles, and often she urged Clifford to join her in selecting clothing. The radio networks broadcasted the story of the storm walker that Puabi had seen on television the night before. She stopped eating suddenly and almost gagged on food. He patted her back carefully. When she was safe, she smiled gratefully at Clifford.
"What happened, sweetheart?"
"Clifford, that report was the same one I saw last night."
"Hmmm. That thing seems to be still at large."
"We must help those in charge."
"We will, indeed. Let us go quickly."
Clifford found his par
The World's a StageThe World's a Stage
For Chris Topham
All the world's a stage, we are players
Though who may say what acts we play
Curtain is up and we must perform our parts
Some will do the strangest things
Some perform straight from their hearts
I do what I can as a sincere man
Because I want to care
So, on this note, I just want to say
Today is a special day
Be happy, be healthy, be good
Brought by the Storm (page3)Brought by the Storm
With the calm in the weather, the town rested until dawn. The following day, the residents emerged to resume activities and some discovered the wreckage or fragments of wreckage en route to work or taking kids to school. However, the storm walker was still undiscovered. In fact, he orbit re-emerged at town limits, in the opposite direction of the strangers. The walker was about 8 feet tall, erect like a humanoid but had no physical structure similar to ours. It's form was mostly energy, electrical and psychic energy, that bundled into a visible shape. The eyes were merely apertures through which the energy concentrated and guided the form. I cannot say that it saw anything. It's path of destruction decried lack of sight. As it moved, it both attracted and discharged electrical energy. What it hit was immediately damaged, much like a huge bolt of lightning would do.
During the day, the energy of the walker was lower; so, it found a place to repose and await i
The Ideal ManThe Ideal Man
Dictated by Puabi
What kind of man is the ideal man?
Every woman alive wants to know.
For Puabi, he will stay sound and safe.
He will never go on long hard campaigns
To fight in foreign lands.
He will never try to make her cry.
He will dry her tears carefully when she cries.
He will embrace her warmly in his arms
And vow to love her forever.
What to say, what to do, when she meets him?
"Oh, my beloved, I love you now and forever!"
Brought by the Storm (page2)Brought by the Storm
Failing to find either the storm walker or a valid witness, the councilors returned to the spot where they found the original witness and intended to release him; but he had vanished. They agreed to return home and forget about everything.
The reading room of Clifford Rogers
In his reading room in New York, archaeologist Clifford Rogers was studying a text given to him at his office in Smithsonian Institute, Washington, D.C. He was thoroughly engrossed in it until his young and charming wife and aide Puabi entered. She had been looking for him.
"Clifford! Beloved, there was a strange report on the television tonight."
"What was it about, darling," he asked, looking up into her small, tender face.
"Some town outside had a sudden storm. But moreover something strange emerged from the storm and apparently rampaged. Nobody was hurt but hardly anyone noticed."
"Hmmmm. You're right, darling. That sounds very odd indeed."
"Will we investigate it?"
"Only if they sum
The TomeThe Tome
Once upon a night so stormy
Which the rain fall seemed abnormal
And I had to remain indoors
I headed for my shelves of books
And down from them a tome I took
With many a detail from times of yore
It was garbed in dusky leather
And seemed to have been affected by the weather
So that I could barely read its lore
Upon the frontispiece of that tome I saw
A grimace I shall forget no more
And among its many dusty pages
Whose ink seemed to be erased by ages
I could make out some words there
At the bottom of the page was written
a strange and alien inscription
Which spoke of a forgotten place called R'yleh
What the queer phrase had said
Was that a fabled creature lay asleep or dead
In that strange and mystic place called R'yleh
Cthulhu R'yleh wgalnagh ftagn
The Voice of HeavenThe sweetest music fills the atmosphere
The voice of heaven itself
Surfing on waves of air
Sound so pleasant, beyond orgasmic
Listen to the subtle facets of its audible splendor
Every measure, every crescendo, every lick
Everyone is savored
Never have ears been so graced
Graced by such a precious lullaby
Transcendent silvery tones caress the soul
Knees begin to buckle
Everything fades in haunting mist
Oh, harmonious ballad!
The notes sparkle along their silky path
So smooth, so lovely
Sing them forever
Sing sweet love,
Your beautiful heart let shine!
Light up the darkness
Play your songs again and again
Play your songs in my heart
In the heart you've captured and chained to yours
If only everyone could know their magick
Those notes will resonate in me til I die and ever after
I love you, voice of heaven
two can play at this gamehelp.
my heart beats
and my lungs
swell with air,
but I swore
my life would
cease to be
if I could
no longer call
you mine. please
By Suzanne Karbach 27th July 2014
sugarclawyou sang, watermystic
rosehips swaying two hearts
to a shell
and i, niagara
fell beneath, earth tesselate
seeping in infinite squares
but this is no desert love
story you are telling, lies
stretched over acres
o' your sweetscented mouth
One Year // TimelessOne Year // Timeless
I wanted to write something,
About being with you for
A whole year.
But I can’t. (So I won’t)
Because it doesn’t feel like
A whole year.
I feel like I just met you,
I feel like I’ve always known you,
There is something meaningless about
“A whole year”.
It feels timeless.
One Year // Timeless
I know from eighth grade Science Class
That energy cannot be
Created (nor destroyed).
This, I’m quite sure, is the case with how I feel about you.
I think this feeling goes beyond me,
It stretches back through time,
And has lived many lives.
It started, I believe, as a far off sun.
All passion and fire and boiling,
Existing that way for many billions of years,
Until it compressed and
All that energy released into the cosmos,
Undamaged, undestroyed, (uncreated).
For a while after that, it existed as the stars.
Every last twinkling one in the sky,
It nestled a bit of itself into.
Lost and FoundHe has prayed as much
as he said "I love you"
in both cases
they were inaudible
Occasionally you can hear him
when he traces the outline of you
similar to the way
a stroke induced December
remembers to speak spring
like he's seen you before in his dreams
You can hear him
when his eyes linger at your smile
as if he could find faith
from your light
trapped, imbedded in insecurity
his way is a broken record even the deaf could listen to
He will not say I love you
not because he doesn't
but because you can not hear a man
you have yet to meet
but when you do, oh god, you will be brutally aware
Because with love like his
you could drown twice
and not want to come up for air
My ProclamationMy Proclamation
Dictated by Puabi
Take me to the highest peak
To the proudest mount
I will proclaim to,all the world
Of the love that I have found
On the night when I met my beloved
And fell with relief into his embrace
I will declare that I will stay with him forever
For I can never be without
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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