Prose
They sat beneath the cross that hung above the chalkboard, beneath the American flag that would whip in the breeze of the open windows and under the watch of the colorful countries of the world, adorned high on the wall over the door. They were taught to fear God and pray to Jesus. They placed their hands on their hearts and pledged allegiance to a country they would one day grow up to fear. But most of all the first graders feared her, Ms. A., hunched at her desk with her decapitating glare. To them, there would be nothing more sinister, no razorblade sharper, no loaded rifle more apt to backfire. The recess bell chimed and most of the kids shuffled out of their desks. Willie sat in his chair unwilling to budge, white fingers clutching the metal frame of his desk, tears slowly rolling over his cheeks.
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This past May, we saw in the night sky what is called a Super Moon. I began wondering what this event might have meant to people in times long ago. Thus, my short story began...
The world was young, and the heavens were a mystery to human minds, especially the night skies. Strange lights seemed to twinkle, and on rare occasions, shoot through the sky. But there was one round globe, a constant non-twinkling fixture that changed shapes and colors as if by magic. Sometimes it looked like a fingernail, a crescent. Sometimes it was only half a globe. On some nights, it appeared to be a cold, grey stone. Other times, it chose to be the creamy color of fresh goat's milk. It was yellow too. Once, she had seen it slightly take on a blue tint as if it wanted to be a part of the sky at noon.
Read more: A VERY SHORT STORY ABOUT AN ANCIENT SUPERMOON... WHAT TO DO?
Chapter I
"Bring the girl !" ordered the leader
of the cult - under the starry sky and a
full glowing moon, which often
disappeared behind a handful of clouds
- known as the ‘Worshippers of
Energy’. As the girl was brought for
sacrifice, the members came closer to
the altar.
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- Written by: sunshynpoet
- Category: Prose
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what would you do?
would you rescue me if i needed your help or would you walk away and let me drown in my sorrows, would you hold me if i told you i needed to be held or would you watch me shiver in my tears as i fall on my knees.....would you love me if i felt unloved or would you hate me and say i am weak....would you translate this just to see what i say or would you ignore it as child's play
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
- Category: Prose
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Declaration of Rhythmus (synthetic epyllion)
Title: Descent Into Darkness; Lost Lords and the Rising
By: Dani Van (Vangoman)
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