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This Weeks Challenge Jan. 4th, 2005 @ 08:52 am
ladyheatherlly please forgive me if I am over stepping the boundaries...I always loved geography, rivers and mountains, they know no boundaries :)

Besides this community has been too quiet!

This week's challenge is to write 100 words about anything, but you must include the word "flowers".

The deadline to submit this topic by is next Tuesday, January 11th.
Current Mood: goodgood
Current Music: Warren Zevon, The Wind

In Honor of “The music of Erich Zann” by HP Lovecraft Dec. 8th, 2004 @ 08:04 pm
He knelt down cautiously looking at the clock it was 12:59 pm. He reached down with trembling hands to pick up the finely crafted hand carved wooden flute at his feet. He was seated Indian Style on the cushion from his unfortunately decrepit couch Facing the open window. The wind howled out an eerie wailing moan sending chiles up young Malcolm’s spine. He knew that as his grandfather Erich had told him - they would come. He knew because that man had never lied about a God Damned thing in his life. He began to play. And their they were horrid and grotesque as described - demons from the under worlds, come here to carry him away. They Stopped at the window seal swaying in time to the gentle music. Music tames the savage beast. Malcolm knew that only a perfect performance would save him.

night visitor Dec. 6th, 2004 @ 03:47 pm
Stealth is important. You have to move carefully, step 'just so', and watch out for anything that could give you away. It's not easy to navigate the terrain, all sorts of hidden dangers await the careless. My adversary came prepared. He quickly scaled the fence, dropping down unnoticed into the backyard. Crawling, at times on his belly, he eased along the fenceline and over to my house. He knew already which window was mine. He positioned himself at my window, checked to make sure I was asleep, and launched into a bloodcurdling scream. I hate that damn cat.

Dabblings is too quiet. Dec. 5th, 2004 @ 10:05 pm
Here's a peer challenge:

Write 100 words about something that happened at night.

I am the fire! Oct. 31st, 2004 @ 10:14 am
Wild fire burning inside
Scorching crescendo of life
Quickened pulse laced with flame
Makes other moments seem dull

Is it this time a lover?
Is it this time a foe?
Is it this time madness?
The question is the same

Colorful the art of unreason
Beautiful the passion of delusion
Painful the agony of offence
I’ll take it as it comes

Pleasures mixed with pain
The lines blur
Oh – the Afterglow of it
The gentle caress spiked with nostalgia

How many times before
How many times again
How I treasure it all
How I will love it again

Will I be consumed by this burning?
What fuels it if not me?
No I am the flame
I burn the world with my life

Beautiful and terrible
A whirlwind of fire
Spinning and spiraling
Until I can spread

All consuming
All loving
All destroying
I will leave my mark upon you

Then you to become as I
Transformed you’ll be
An empty husk you’ll leave
And me they’ll blame for your freedom

Resist my gift if you will – but your soul longs for it!
Current Mood: indescribable

When she comes back I'll say- Oct. 31st, 2004 @ 09:25 am
You knew that I would be here waiting for you and so it is that I am. Welcome back my beloved and all that you bring. Welcome back lover, keeper of my hearts key. Welcome back mystery – for you I can never predict. Welcome back pain – I am a masochist for you. Turbulent emotions rising and you fickle as always but steady in your torture. Sweaty passionate nights made me forget for a time that you are like poisoned honey – but so sweet I crave you. It was time you came – I was almost content without you. Doppelganger, mythos writes about you - each time a different face playing a different game. Each time I fall in love with you again. I think you must be made of magic for your charm is unbreakable. But my love let us not speak harshly for you are more fun than loneliness and you have saved me from oblivion more than once. You let me know that I am alive. You remind me that I am a man. For moments at a time I am your god. Welcome back temptress may you distract me from things as they are once again. Bring on your glamour and your art – I am not a critic but a lover of such things. Welcome back woman. Are you this time a lover or a friend? The difference has never been very clear to me.
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative

Dear John Oct. 27th, 2004 @ 10:45 pm
Dear John,

It's over. You know I'm not the type to go for some big public melodrama for the crowds to feed upon; it's one of the few things that we had in common. And so here's a simple letter. It's trite, but it will spare us the pain of dragging the past through the public eye.

Quite frankly, I just can't take it anymore. Neither of us are the same as when we met. You used to be so strong & confident, and yet now you get overwhelmed by trivialities. I used to be lost. I found myself, and I found that I had grown away from you. I held out hope that you would grow out of it. Not anymore. I've finally accepted reality, and I'm sorry that it means that we don't have a future together.

Current Music: NIN - "Hurt"

Oct. 27th, 2004 @ 09:38 am
Just to let people know, Adora has so much on her plate she has made me co-mod for this little group. Yeah me! LOL But seriously, if she does not post a challenge, and she is sincerely sorry, then I will be. It is Wednesday after all, and so I will be posting the challenge for this week. It is going to be a little different, a little more structured and binding, to see what everyone comes up with. So, here we go.

This week's challenge:

Imagine a Dear John type of letter (we all know the infamous 'good-bye' letter). Now write this letter, to the closest person to you in the world. There are two conditions. This cannot be above 150 words and and it must have the wore 'trite' in it.


fear challenge Oct. 26th, 2004 @ 07:14 am
People think that soldiers are brave. They see how we do those things we do and imagine that we have conquered fear. And they are totally wrong.

When the metal starts hitting the meat, you don't have time to be afraid for yourself. You're too busy asking yourself if you trained hard enough last time, did you get your buddies prepared? Mostly, you're thinking about your friends, afraid for their sake, and giving your all so that they can make it home to their families. It's easier to get by when you're not thinking about yourself. We carry our buddy's fear.
Current Mood: sadsad
Current Music: U2 - 'With Or Without You'

Oct. 25th, 2004 @ 01:50 am
There is a certain fear in knowing your demise is near, but what will truly inspire fear is watching as a loved one is on the path to destruction and there is nothing you can do. Your insides sieze, your breath slows and your brain starts functioning on a slower rate than usual. You know, deep down, what could be done but something in you says that it won't work that there is no chance, if you are not careful you will believe that is true and you will hesitate and before you know it, it's too late and all you have left is regret. That is possibly my greatest fear, not being able to help someone I love.
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