And then it turned out to be a graveyard by BellaGBear, literature
Literature
And then it turned out to be a graveyard
I look outside in the pouring rain and see moths fluttering around our lamp creating a magical fairytale setting. Our porch is offering shelter from the storm and it makes me happy to see the moths believe in the magic inside of the lamp.
However, the next morning when I stepped out on my porch after a dreamless night I saw heaps of broken bodies and separated wings on my doorstep. It turned out the beauty I saw in the flying had been the imminent death of the animals. Their energy was wasted on the magical lamp, which had left them no energy to fly to their own home The rest of the day I spend in a hazed shock.
Promises of understanding an
Today I was the muscle in a child saving quest together with Panther’s mom. It was my job to sit, look displeased and to maintain the tense atmosphere - all to prevent matters from getting out of hand.
And they didn't.
On the way home Panther told me I am not good at hiding my anger. I told him there is no use in hiding displeasure if people have proven their worth.
We agreed on that.
We also agreed that not hiding my displeasure was a good thing.
He thanked me for coming while snuggling his cheerful daughter in the bus home.
When you pay for your overdue library rentals
that is your Book Fare.
It's not plagiarism, it's a Book Cover.
A football player who was moonlighting as an actor left
his Play Book on a patron's seat, causing confusing.
I collect volumes of text,
I'm a Book Keeper.
When I read a book I do not enjoy I bash
it with my cudgel. It's my Book Club.
I write autobiographies for celebrities.
I Book them.
I fold pages of books into origami canines.
The pages have dog ears.
I use a Book Marker to make a Book Mark and then that Book Mark becomes my Book Marker.
A crooked accountant covered up his tracks
by throwing his ledge
This is the Story of Anthony Wayne.
your every day average young boy down the lane.
He lived in a two story red brick house
with his mother Maddy, who was his father Gus' spouse.
He was a smart little boy, with hight self esteem.
No wonder he became captain of the school baseball team.
He also was really kindhearted as well.
Not afraid to ever come out of shell
and be open with others, even a crowd.
That made most of his acquintances rather proud.
But sometimes, I'm afraid that being nice can't save you.
But money I'm afraid can certainly deprave you.
Deprave means make wicked for those who are dumb
or still little babies sucking their thumb
Skin Jumper: Episode 3, Ultraviolet Tattoo by Frank-Jaspers, literature
Literature
Skin Jumper: Episode 3, Ultraviolet Tattoo
Rasko listens to a cacophony of raucous voices, unable to discern what anyone is saying. It smells like a basement —musty, moldy, rancid. Opening his eyes, he sees distinct, parallel streams of light, alive with agitated dust, breaking through a wall of windows above his head. Further up, a high ceiling of wooden arches. He props himself up to look over the room. There are three lanes of sickbeds, two lanes running horizontally along the walls and one jammed through the center. It’s Khowa Hospital, located near the center of the city about two hours walking distance from the ports. Rasko is housed in the poor man's hospita