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The Langoliers' Banquet|DessertTo you kind Langoliers,
I previously thought you simply lent a new perspective to all my past shortcomings, but I now see it all; the stupid mistakes of my past, things I know I should be able to change in my life as it is and finally, I can see just what will happen if I follow my chosen path – what is already happening, as I sit here, writing this note to you, my only friends in the world. I’m almost finished my schooling and yet am still torn between two careers, each as impossible for me to achieve as the next.
In the current company, there’s no need for me to pretend, so I won’t. Here are the facts, of which I’m sure you are already aware. However, perhaps I just need to hear them, to fully realise just how desperate my situation is. Firstly, it’s close to impossible to get 100% on a U test, which is what I will need if I’m to become a pilot in the Royal Australian Air Force. I only know one person that clever. My other decision would be t
In the Beginning - Chp 4 (BBC Sherlock)“I want to be his daemon,” Matriel whispered into their pillow, as though hoping she wouldn’t hear. But the thought had been thrumming through their bond, unspoken and unaddressed for three days now. She knew and she understood.
“I know,” she whispered back, staring at the ceiling and running her hand down his wolverine back, imagining it wasn’t Matriel’s coarse fur she was feeling but… What? But Atilia’s?
Stop dreaming. The words resonated between their bond and they glanced at each other sadly, but Joan couldn’t help gently trailing her fingers around Matriel’s ermine ears, the way she’d seen Sherlock do to Atilia. She knew why and she understood.
“Joan, I need you for an experiment.”
No. She sighed silently but otherwise pretended she hadn’t heard, keeping her eyes closed and her cheek resting on her folded arms.
Shut up. What if she refused to breathe u
Potterlock|Chp 3: Badgers and Eagles"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Shocked and more than a little miffed, John removed the hat and handed it back to the Professor McGonagall. The Hufflepuff table had applauded when his fate had been decided, but he also saw Mike grinning at him and clapping a little from the Gryffindor table, and Sherlock caught his eye from Ravenclaw and gave the slightest nod.
Emboldened, John sat down in a space which had been cleared for him by his new housemates. He grinned at those around him and shook a few hands, but proper introductions would have to wait for the last two students to be sorted. “Wiggins, Bill,” was sent to, “RAVENCLAW!” and, “Wilkes, Sebastian,” was deemed a, “SYTHERIN,” by the hat almost before it touched his head.
As the final cheers faded, Mcgonagall stepped up to the podium and cleared her throat. Immediately, all lingering conversation came to an abrupt end. “Welcome students old and new to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft a
The Langoliers' Banquet|Main CourseTo the most honourable of Langoliers,
I’ll admit; when you first came to me, I had my doubts about you. But the reason I can tell you this is the reason I can tell you everything else; you can see just how corrupted of a person I am and have opened my own eyes to the fact. Of course, you have told me how you love the taste of a decaying soul, but still I find myself wondering, sometimes, why it is you stay with me.
Recently, I had another revelation. I came to the conclusion that it is quite impossible for me to feel love. Perhaps it is because of my lack of friends growing up, or perhaps my creator missed some integral part of my personality while putting all my pieces together (HOW COULD THEY MAKE SOMETHING SO UNNATURAL), but I find that whenever I try to offer my heart to someone, I always feel myself tiring, eventually. Perhaps you don’t understand, so I’ll try to paraphrase it.
Once, about two or three years ago now, I found my mother in the lounge room crying si
Potterlock|Chp 2: Blue and Silver, Black and GoldThrough the night, John thought long and hard about what his mother had told him and came to the conclusion that, if his father had loved his mother as much as she loved him (and John could see that she loved him very much sometimes, but she tried to force herself to forget), then he would want to tell her that he was a wizard, so there must be something else stopping him, some law saying he couldn’t tell his muggle wife about the magical world. So there was probably a law saying that you can’t just run around, willy-nilly, casting spells, either, because the closest thing to spells John had seen before yesterday was fireworks on New Year’s Eve and he was pretty sure they weren’t magical. Mum had said that Harriet had unconsciously done magical things when she was a baby. What if the same went for John and he’d never truly realised? Would strange things continue to happen to him? Would that mean he’d end up breaking some wizard law? What if he ended
PotterLock|Chp 1: Cedar and Unicorn HairJohn H. Watson, aged eleven, stood quite still, close to dumbfounded, feeling a confliction of emotions he’d never experienced in his short life. He shouldn’t be here. He should be home, looking after his mortified mother, comforting her, telling her he wouldn’t dream of it, that it was all a lie. Another part of him, and one that he was trying very hard to hate, was more excited and alive and free than he’d ever felt with his mother. One of his small hands was clenched around the incriminating letter; the one his mother had exclaimed had ‘ruined everything’. In the other was a small bag of gold coins – what had the man called them? Galleons? Yes, that was it.
Hesitantly John took a step forward, onto the bustling street of Diagon Alley. There was noise all around him and people in robes and pointed hats bustling around busily and he could hear the screeching of owls coming from further along the road. The pla
The Langoliers' Banquet|EntreeTo my dearest Langoliers,
It’s funny, isn’t it? There are some things one remembers for the oddest reasons, or for no reason at all. I’m sure I’ve told you – and if I haven’t, I’m sure you are aware – that I had what equates to not a single friend in primary school. This is important, you see, as the memory I recalled takes place when I was in grade three or four.
I remember going to school early in the morning, so I could read the book I’d left in my desk, but as I was waiting for the teachers to arrive and unlock the classroom, I was hit by a wave of nausea. Suddenly, I was halfway to passing out and the only thing keeping me conscious was the need to find something to throw up in. Naturally, I stumbled as quickly as I could to the lavatories, but they were locked; the cleaners hadn’t arrived yet.
Almost sobbing with desperation and fear, I remember slumping weakly against the door, wishing it would open, and onto the floor,
In the Beginning - Chp 3 (BBC Sherlock)Three years passed and Matriel and Joan only became closer with Sherlock and Atilia. When Sherlock turned ten, Joan wanted to give him a microscope, but mamma had strongly refused. She didn’t know what else she could buy him that he would like, but she knew she couldn’t get him any old thing. She wanted him to remember her present. She wanted hers to be the gift he appreciated most.
Which is why, despite her better judgment, Matriel eventually managed to convince her to get him a rabbit. They had a problem with acquiring it, though. They couldn’t exactly tell daddy they wanted to buy their best friend a rabbit so he could dissect it, but they also felt that, for it to be a good present, they couldn’t give him a wriggling, squirming, alive one. Then he’d have to kill it himself and Joan knew people already thought he was too strange to end up normal. They didn’t need to add ‘killed small mammals in childhood’ to their list.
Stockholm SyndromeI took a small bite of the leftover chicken leg from last night, knowing that if I didn’t eat something this morning, Shaylah would be disappointed. Grimacing at the feeling of food settling in my stomach so early in the morning, I went up to my room in search of my phone.
Two minutes later, I found it, tangled in my sheets. Typical. Plugging my earphones in, I went down the stairs and started zipping up my bag. 7:54 am. Two minutes late, but I usually had to wait that long for the bus to get to my stop. I hung my earphones around my neck and swung my bag onto my shoulder. I was stopped my mum’s voice.
“Hang on…” She cocked her head to the side, as if listening. “Isn’t that the bus?”
I stopped a moment and head the rumble of the ancient piece of metalwork making its arduous way up the hill. “Shit,” I said breathlessly.
Mum didn’t even care that I swore, she just shouted, “Go, quickly!”
Not needing an
Eternity, NowEternity, Now
"I am chromeantennae. I strive to be a brainfeeder and transmit my messages through my antennas. I want to be infinite."
I don't call myself religious because religion is a guide set by mortal men. They've written the book that you must know by heart according to most and rules to follow. However the path to total righteousness is not through the rules given to you in manuscripts and spoken by the tongues of mortal men. It is not through the heart of a pastor, or my mother or father, no one. It is through the heart of the Higher Power. And through Him, I shall prosper.
I try my very best to be spiritual, not religious, because being religious to me is going through the motions in hopes of ascension. Following orders given to you in a book and by the words of mortal men, going by their interpretation of what is good and true as opposed to what you feel in your heart of hearts, as right. I refuse to live that way. I will not live to die. I will not live for a
Philosophy is Magic 034"He who loses wealth loses much,
he who loses a friend loses more,
but he who loses his courage loses all."
~ MIGUEL DE CERVANTES
Movement of SARMy movement yes this is an actual thing that I made a little over 2 or more years ago. This is my opening speech I made for all those who wish to better the world and bring peace and unity to all of humanity.
Will you join me in changing this world?
Basically I have made a movement to try and change our world so that all of humanity is united, in a peaceful co-existence with each other and nature, where we no longer have to suffer from another's greed and lust for power, where we can all live together in harmony and peace. But this is a path that will not be an easy one for we must take on the richest part of the human race in order to change this world for the better. Yes I have hopes that we can do this peacefully and do this via elections into the government body and then fusing our nations together so that all of the world is united. But sadly as we all must be we must look at this realistically and know that sadly the richest part of he human race will sadly not understand our cau
Deep downDeep down inside ourselves
we can find the infinities
of the universe revealing themselves
in the light of darkness.
in the ocean of the dark unknown
we can find the high sky of enlightenment...
28/07/2014 Dywiann Xyara
Deep down we can find the high skyPoetry can be such a powerful expression
that it is capable to give extreme deep impressions
which can lead to the infinities of the sky
or deep down to the abyss' of the unknown oceans.
Is the deep down
actually the sky high above us?
And is the sky high above us
actually the ocean deep down?
What is, if I told you
that contraries become the same
the closer you reach their extremes?
What's hidden in all the deep seas?
What's far beyond our Solar System?
They all share one thing:
...the darkness of the unknown...
Why are we afraid of such infinities?
Why can't we grasp such dimensions?
Why are we even afraid of the unknown?
if our reality is only bound by our own imagination
and the fear of the holy unknown.
Yet the dark is so inspiring and touching.
Deep down inside ourselves
we can find the infinities of the universe
and experience it in all it's power and majesty.
Deep down we can find the high sky
27/07/2014 Dywiann Xyara
Esther - Women of the BibleMany of you may already know about the story of Esther. But we need to look a little more deeper to find out what is really means, and what we as Christians can learn from it.
As most of us know, Esther was a Jew from the tribe of Benjamin. The name Esther in question means 'star'. This is a derivation of the root name of the goddess Ishtar. Esther was also known as Hadassah (her birth name for that matter) which means 'Myrtle'. Myrtle branches signify peace and thanksgiving. She first appears in Book of Esther Chapter 2. She is an orphaned Jew brought up by her cousin Mordecai. (Esther 2:5-7).
The book of Esther teaches much more than the life of one lady. In fact, there are five main characters in this story; King Xerxes (or otherwise known as King Ahasuerus), Queen Vashti, Mordecai, Esther and Haman. As you read the story in Esther chapters 1-10, make sure you understand the roles of these five characters.
In this study we will
I don't get no respectWith my wife I don't get no respect. I made a toast on her birthday to 'the best woman a man ever had.' The waiter joined me.
I'm not a sexy guy. I went to a hooker. I dropped my pants. She dropped her price.
I tell you, I'm not a sexy guy. I was the centerfold for Playgirl magazine. The staples covered everything!
What a childhood I had, why, when I took my first step, my old man tripped me!
Last week I told my psychiatrist, "I keep thinking about suicide." He told me from now on I have to pay in advance.
I tell ya when I was a kid, all I knew was rejection. My yo-yo, it never came back!
Oh, when I was a kid in show business I was poor. I used to go to orgies to eat the grapes.
When I was a kid I got no respect. The time I was kidnapped, and the kidnappers sent my parents a note they said, "We want five thousand dollars or you'll see your kid again."
I tell ya, my wife was never nice. On our first date, I asked her if I could give her a
WorldablazeJust one spark could set the world ablaze;
A century ago the world shook;
A boiling ocean charged with chaos.
Darkness shrouding is also motivation for light shining.
Voyagers into the void;
Delvers in the darkness.
We're still alive, so that's something.
Quiet ThoughtsI often think by the window as I gaze down upon the boisterous roads, the extravagant cumulation of voiced thoughts, and the mechanic sounds that pertain to the vehicles. Overall, these are just the normal proceedings of the day that continue to capture my fleeting attention. But, my thought soon turned astray when the word normal came into my mind and in turn, (like gears) the condition of normality.
What is considered normal?
The typical events of the day… correct?
But then, by that meaning, and the average of freak accidents in the world by the second, should that be considered normal?
Aren’t they called freak accidents for a reason?
Pondering on the new insight, my mind is then drawn to the window again, where a scuffle breaks out among the pedestrians. The faint sound of clustered language somehow breaks the window’s shield and I am drawn to the fight. My unwavering attention is soon cast aside and I am drawn into my mind again, pondering on what is n
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