Hands reaching skyward
Bare feet among the green moss
Heart of the forest
HomelandThey say "Language is the only homeland,"
but all I speak is English.
When my mother tried to teach me Chinese,
she was trying to teach me of her homeland.
I still don't have a home.
-untitled-There is never enough time to say everything, to say anything
To say goodbye
A moment, a year, a lifetime, one in the same.
Yet, like the faint beating of butterfly wings
A person, a soul, a spirit
Can cause a storm a world away.
No more fear and free from pain
We now bear it in her stead
As we do, she remains
In memory never forgotten.
Emily, Part Three: BeginningEmily
Part Three: Beginning
Emily boarded the ship and it soon left the docks. Emily felt like stone as the turned back toward the dock. Far off in the distance she could see him, Hobb, laying on the deck. She watched him disappear into the dark of night. The crew just left her alone save for smattering talk behind her back.
She saw one old man who looked out of place. Wearing a grey suit and smoking a cigarette over the side of the ship. He gave her a long good look before shaking his head and tossing his cigarette over the side.
The blood was drying on her as she walked up to him. Hobb wont make it, she said in a hoarse whisper. She could barely bring herself to say it. Her eyes began to water.
The old guy smiled softly. I think youre underestimating the guy. Ive known him for a while and the old dog is tougher then he lo
Emily, Part Two: SacrificeEmily
Part Two: Sacrifice
Emily nervously followed behind Hobb. They passed by more dead guards and hallways. She couldnt shake the feeling that they were being followed, toyed with. Blood. Everywhere there was blood and it stirred something in Emily. She was breathing hard, a mix of fear and adrenaline. They made it out when they found the security gate. Hobb opened the door and took a cautious step out then looked back at Emily. She look at him for an instant but something said she should follow.
Outside was a hastily built compound. There were tents bivouacked around a prefabricated bunker and a chainlinked fence surrounding it.
Where the bloody ell is everyone!
Where are we? Wot is this place?
Hobb looked about suspiciously. This is a temporary military base about a mile from where was found you.
Emily, Part One: MemoryEmily
Part One: Memories
White hot anger that threatens all until it is the only thing that she knows.
Your pain, a hallow, male voice calls out. Your pain will be exquisite.
She awoke screaming, clutching her chest tightly until the passing fear subsided. It wasnt a normal fear, but one that bit deep, like a dog hanging onto a bone. She was breathing hard, taking several moments to calm down
She was on a cot in a bare storeroom. A thin blanket was all that she had to protect her form the chill in the air. Underneath she was wearing a simple medical shirt, that was bound behind her back. She quickly checked her body for wounds and found none. The window, that was put high into the wall, let the only light into the room. The light was shadowy but showed a door on the opposite wall.
She got to her feet and nearly fell feeling light headed,
Little Girl LostMommy, the little girl reached up and tugged on the sleeve of her mothers robe. There is no such things as monsters right?
No sweetheart, the mother said with a smile as she tucked her little girl under the cover. There are no such things as monsters... except for tickle monsters!
The little girl squealed in laughter, as her mother leaned over her, tickling the girl through the blankets. With a kiss on her forehead, the girls mother got up and left the room, turning off the lights before she closed the door. The night light blinked on automatically, a feeble light, pale in the deep dark of the room. All it did was create monsters made of shadows cast on the walls. She reached under her covers and grabbed her battered and worn teddy bear. Charlie was a talisman against the dark and shadows and the monsters that lived there.
Any idea who th
*Lemon Grove*Bitter Sweet moment
Zest in a cool glass tumbler
Fruit from lemon grove.
Snowflakes are Santa's dandruff.We jumped on the sled.
Ice covering the meadow.
Youth is our fireplace.