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The Night Prince - ProloguePrologue, or the Chapter Before the First
In Which Our Story Commences
The night was still and quiet. The air was cold, almost as if it were a gust of wind that had become frozen in place. If there was a wind at all, it certainly wasn't blowing very much, for one could barely hear the last dead leaves still rustling across the path. Indeed, there was scarcely movement at all on that dark road. Occasionally, the silence would be broken by the far-off hooting of a lone owl.
Overhead was a clear night sky, the stars cold and bright and distant. They were framed by the gnarly reaching fingers of bare trees, twisting upwards into the darkness. As the ancient branches loomed above, one who is following this road at this particular moment could perhaps see someone approaching from the opposite direction. The hunched figure is draped in a dark cloak of indeterminate colour. As this person draws neare
Countdown ZeroSummer days like these
Make me forget it's winter
All time's disappeared
Counting down the days
Until nothing else matters
I'm happy here and now
Canadian GoldCanadian Gold:
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Hockey
I never cared much about hockey - until now.
Oh, I understood the idea of it. I knew of the alleged excitement, team spirit, and sense of national pride. But I'd never really experienced the joy that is the good old hockey game. When games came on, I'd disappear. I didn't want to sit at home alone or - heaven forbid - with my dad, and try to figure out what's going on. I didn't want to go out to some rowdy pub where everyone is drunk and/or insane. Even until just recently, I wanted to surf the web or read some comics or what have you until the Olympics were over. So here's what got this little Canadian interested in hockey: Twitter.
I follow plenty of people who love hockey: all the time, or just for big important games like the Stanley Cup finals, or only when it's time to show up the Americans. Whatever. The po
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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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