It wasn’t black, unlike what everyone back home said. It was absence, an absence of everything familiar. A vast sucking void that was pulling at her gently but persistently, tugging at her through the thick Perspex of the secondary observation dome, calling to come outside and play amongst far distant stars and planets, to float through vibrant nebulae. She hung motionless in the centre of the dome, right way up she assumed even though directions became arbitrary this far out. Its funny how the brain couldn’t cope without up and down and immediately sought new reference points. She had to be careful while star gazing like this, a
Streak of intense white against pinpricked dark of night,
curving along the dome of sky.
Green and orange flashes fall away colouring the paint-slash of tail
before the burning fragment of space
hesitated.
Flickered.
And went out.
Slack jawed and wide eyed with amazement our gazes met
silent save for beating hearts.
Did you see that?
Unison,
our eyes sparkling with stars,
our Os of mouths slowly forming wide grins.
Grins echoed by a golden cheshire moon.
Celia
Celia, nothing rhymes with your name
What a shame.
You suck at naming compounds.
My IQ is over one gajillion
Yours is zero
Because you do zero ( i.e. you get zero for doing zero)
Come to my calculus party
Well do some hardcore homework with milk and cookies
But dont be too loud
cause mum might wake up.
Nichrome wire is placed in your ear
It adds to the extent of which I fear
This drink of Alans looks like your ranga hair
It causes me to stair
The absentee sheet holds your name
On days like these I feel no same
As when youre away.
It brightens up your day.
How do you know that NaCl i
It wasn’t black, unlike what everyone back home said. It was absence, an absence of everything familiar. A vast sucking void that was pulling at her gently but persistently, tugging at her through the thick Perspex of the secondary observation dome, calling to come outside and play amongst far distant stars and planets, to float through vibrant nebulae. She hung motionless in the centre of the dome, right way up she assumed even though directions became arbitrary this far out. Its funny how the brain couldn’t cope without up and down and immediately sought new reference points. She had to be careful while star gazing like this, a
Streak of intense white against pinpricked dark of night,
curving along the dome of sky.
Green and orange flashes fall away colouring the paint-slash of tail
before the burning fragment of space
hesitated.
Flickered.
And went out.
Slack jawed and wide eyed with amazement our gazes met
silent save for beating hearts.
Did you see that?
Unison,
our eyes sparkling with stars,
our Os of mouths slowly forming wide grins.
Grins echoed by a golden cheshire moon.
Study Period Ramblings by PickldCatfish, literature
Literature
Study Period Ramblings
The same song
Playing over and over in my head
The song that played the whole time I was there
The second thing I heard that morning.
The expression on his face
one of disbelief as if he couldn't believe I was really there
as if it had all been a dream.
Staring into space
watching the middle school kids stream past the library
I remember the first thing I heard.
I love you.
A voice still thickened with sleep
curved lips parting to murmur those words
faded denim eyes gazing into mine.
His hand cupping my chin
Thumb stroking my cheek
lifting my face to his in a kiss of such sweetness.
I love you.
The taste of
A Victim of Circumstance by SloppyDreamscape, literature
Literature
A Victim of Circumstance
When one is with friends and is asked, “Do you know any stories?” one usually has a particular tale prepared for such an occasion. This tale can act as an icebreaker, lead to good conversation, or simply garner a satisfied “Can you believe it?” reaction. This is one of those stories:
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Paul Edwards, a man nearing his fortieth year, was still a bachelor. He was a barrister, and quite brilliant at his job. Flawless, even. In his entire career, he had not lost a single case. Impressive, no? Unfortunately, his unblemished record was to be tainted on the twenty-second of September, ninety-seven. Paul did not appear at t
I took a nap, and when I woke up, the dog that had been sleeping on my chest had become a husband.
I said, “Get off, you’re heavy.”
And while he sheepishly slunk to the floor, I asked him what he thought he was doing, being a husband when all I wanted was a dog. He kissed my foot and said that I needed a husband.
This is something that many have tried to tell me in the past, and I was not up for hearing about it. Not on a Saturday afternoon, when I had to fully wake up from my nap, make some coffee, and putz around for a few hours before meeting Sammie for drinks down at Calico’s, so we could watch all the cowboys w
Collection: Stellar Centurions by techgnotic, journal
Collection: Stellar Centurions
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Stellar Centurions
“The very meaninglessness of life forces man to create his own meaning. Children, of course, begin life with an untarnished sense of wonder, a capacity to experience total joy at something as simple as the greenness of a leaf; but as they grow older, the awareness of death and decay begins to impinge on their consciousness and subtly erode their joie de vivre, their idealism—and their assumption of immortality. As a child matures, he sees death and pain everywhere about him, and begins to lose faith in the ultimate goodness of man. But, if he’s reasonably strong—and lucky
Standing at the rear of the church, her back straight against the mahogany paneling, Sophie listened as people she'd never had the chance to get to know spoke about Edward Hayden Abbott. It was a simple ceremony, no coffin, no endless passages from the Bible. By the altar was a small urn containing his remains. At least they'd gotten that right. She recalled a trip they'd gone on what felt like a lifetime ago. He'd been a freer spirit back then.
The crisp mountain air found its way into her lungs as the two of them reached the top of the crag. It may have been spring, but she was glad she'd brought her jacket along. The wind had been blowin
we speak in long blinks
and sleep apnea. i count fifteen whole seconds
before you breathe in. we find respirators in your apartment
and almost need them for catching our breath,
your weight still settling onto our chests
and off of your feet —
i don’t believe in heaven
but somewhere you’re standing
crooked, white pine.
Wow, it's been a heck of a long time since I've posted anything, or written a journal entry or anything.
I seem to be locked in an eternal block, and my brother has kidnapped the camera.
It's not that I'm having trouble FINDING things to write, its getting things down on paper and in a coherant fashion that's the trouble.
A lot of stuff has happened since I last posted, I'm at uni now, unemployed and currently packing up the house for a move out of the city.
See, its not at all as if I'm lacking for stuff to photograph or write about...
One day....
You'll never guess
No, come on. Try.
Didn't think you would
I have glandular fever..
How stupid is that?
And it seems swollen tonsils and glands stop me from writing or taking le pictures..
I've been out of commission since early December. In fact, I've been out of it since school finished.
Roughly three and a bit months.
Like I said, rough.
I'll have some new stuff up soon.
Not that it matters cos no one seems to be leaving any comments whatsoever
sleep time now
OMG!!!!
The exams are in three days and I am ridiculously stressed and life is not cool and there is so much study I have to do.....
These are only the school exams needed for graduation, the TEE are in November AND THEY DECIDE WHAT I CAN AND CAN'T DO FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!
Haha, I'm most probably horribly over-reacting right now, but seriously. Wouldn't you?