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Damage ReportDon't you tell me a lie.
I know it's easy
But please don't make me cry.
Saying things I can't stand.
I know I'm fragile
But I trusted your hand.
I'm not scared or annoyed.
Nothing in me is damaged or destroyed.
I've heard it all since who knows when.
And it may take some time to trust you again.
Don't you preach that you know.
I know I'm different
But I put on a show.
And I won't tell you a lie
And it's not easy
But I just might say goodbye.
Greywald the FantasticalSunlight spilled into the chamber where Greywald the Fantastical practiced magic. The accomplished wizard was getting on in years, and although he had no intention of retiring anytime soon, the other wizards in the kingdom were keenly keeping an eye open for any opportunity to inherit his prestigious position. Greywald paid no attention, as he knew it was better to focus on matters at hand and ignore the rumors.
He did, however, have one grievance. This grievance was Avery Questmore, a young knight who had read too many adventure books and suspected that Greywald was holding a special mission for him for when the time was right. This wasnt true at all, but that didnt stop Avery from pestering him every day.
When the timekeeper showed half past eight, Greywald set down the book he was poring over and tended to the more urgent business of securing all fragile objects. He was just setting aside the last crystal ball when h
Little Red Ninja HoodOnce upon a time, there was a little girl who had a black belt in several forms of martial arts. She was also a master of stealth and deception. One day, the little girl, who we will call Red for todays purposes, went to visit her grandmother. Reds grandmother lived in a tiny cottage in the middle of the woods because she had a mysterious ailment that was aggravated by urban living conditions. Therefore, a little stroll off the beaten path was required. Of course, Red had no fear of traversing the woods. After all, she was a ninja.
She packed a picnic basket, put on her namesake red riding cloak, and journeyed into the woods. Before long, she was approached by a wolf. It was a special wolf, Red could tell. It was bipedal, diurnal, and apparently capable of speech. It talked like Craig Ferguson.
Helloooooo there, cheeky monkey! Said
Owl EyesGentle words
Shining like arches of light
Against a spacecraft's portal glass.
The city sleeps beneath us
As you, without question,
Allow me to discover
The world I lost to time and indifference
So many years ago.
Your warm and loving kindness
Comforts me even in the furthest reaches
Of outer space.
Here with you
I feel a new kind of peace
Among the echoes of the future.
Among these February lights.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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