The Fireball Incident by Winter-Twilight, literature
Literature
The Fireball Incident
A tennis ball and duct tape. There is nothing suspicious or fascinating there. You could put some tape on stuff or bounce the ball around a little.
But what if we combined them? By wrapping, like, half the duct tape around the ball? Still not much possibility there, except for maybe one stupid as game of tennis where there is no need to keep score because everyone's a loser just for participating.
But what if that tapetacular tennis ball was drenched in lighter fluid? And that lighter fluid was lit? Now it's getting good. But it's not done just yet.
What if that fiery object was attached to a thick rope, which was tethered to a big stick?
The Day Frances Dad slapped Wade by Winter-Twilight, literature
Literature
The Day Frances Dad slapped Wade
Parker Elementary, a school well over 80 years old and named after some old-timey philanthropist, was the last school I attended in Oakland, CA. Perhaps that was for the best. Many of our city's middle schools, and especially high schools were designated as what is known as "drop out factories", a term used for schools with a very low rate of graduations. I mostly recall Parker elementary in a positive light. Sure, there were an assortment of catastrophes, upsets and other questionable events.
Like the time the riot broke out because of that whole Rodney King verdict so we were quickly rushed off the school yard back into the building. Or th
The Fireball Incident by Winter-Twilight, literature
Literature
The Fireball Incident
A tennis ball and duct tape. There is nothing suspicious or fascinating there. You could put some tape on stuff or bounce the ball around a little.
But what if we combined them? By wrapping, like, half the duct tape around the ball? Still not much possibility there, except for maybe one stupid as game of tennis where there is no need to keep score because everyone's a loser just for participating.
But what if that tapetacular tennis ball was drenched in lighter fluid? And that lighter fluid was lit? Now it's getting good. But it's not done just yet.
What if that fiery object was attached to a thick rope, which was tethered to a big stick?
Daughter of a Ghost Wind by Winter-Twilight, literature
Literature
Daughter of a Ghost Wind
It was hot and arid with an occasional dry wind gathering up lose top soil into small dusty clouds that were sent swirling across the sun baked pavement of the road. She continued faithfully walking along the shoulder of the highway.
How long? In what direction? And where to?
Such were questions that began occurring to her with a sort of slow persistence as obvious and non-intrusive as the first glow of the approaching dawn. Thinking about such did not halt her progress for even half a step. Somehow it all seemed quite irrelevant. So, she just kept walking ahead as she had been when she first came to realize she was going somewh
Sometimes asshole is another word for nice by blueartis, journal
Sometimes asshole is another word for nice
I never quite know from moment to moment what random shit my brain might stir up, or what infernal rumination will call my utmost attention. will it be the acute panic attack or the fact its not the first one today? Must I dissect the whys and hows as though directing some fragile little fly? Despite knowing them instinctively already, I will heap on a bit more torment and put myself through such a labour of self harm. Knowing full well that if I'm not careful the entire me will crumble and fall? Question after question regarding the nature of me is this years, and last years, incessant soundtrack. Its a bit much if I'm being honest. Which unfortunately I seem to be "being" a whole lot more of these days. That and very dyslexic. Which....... holy shit. Wow. typing is so much harder when you haven't used a proper computer keyboard in awhile. Also, I am old and my mind is obviously failing me. Where were we?? Gothy/Emo-ish/Citizen-of-Earth Vibes? K. This absolute macabre mind of
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choi
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So....at the risk of looking like a complete and total idiot, I had no idea that my journal post were not being seen by the entire Deviant Art's artists community. Hence the lack of interests. I had to go to the forums. Wow...not a good moment for me lol
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