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Music for the Apocalypse
Music for the Apocalypse
By Emily Weber
Homer plunked the moon-shaped object into the ancient music playing device. He held his breath unconsciously as his armored finger hovered over the button labeled with a small right-facing triangle. He glanced at his pet firg, “this may be it my friend.”
The firg, whom he’d named Coda brushed by his leg. It didn’t understand what he was saying of course, but it felt Homer’s excitement. Homer hit the button and sound emitted briefly from the music player. A tune began to play, but then there was a hard scratch and it stopped.
Homer inhaled sharply and disappointedly. Coda felt his irritation and whimpered, coiling its plump, red, hairless, warm body about his shins.
Homer looked down at his pet sadly through the window of his protect
Let MeLet me bleed.
Let me die.
Let me suffer.
Let me cry.
Let me ache,
Feel much pain.
All joy lost;
None to gain.
Let me scream.
Let me mourn.
Let me lose,
Let me break.
Let me fall.
Lose it all.
A stranger's smileOn the streets I walked alone,
With gloomy eyes and a frown,
When passed by me, a girl
With dimple cheeks and eyes brown
Her smile was wide and happy,
She greeted to me, a stranger,
Brought a smile on my bitter face,
Why had I a frown ever?
Her smile touched the distress,
That my heart bore so long,
And influenced it to beat,
To resonate her unsung song
That smile I carried all day
Adorned on my joyful face,
A little act of the curved lips,
Left a long lasting trace..
Even GroundOn separate uneven ground
You stay aloft so sure
Your judgement is sound
Did your heart stir?
In your shade I stay
Outshone by your right
To your own way
Much to your delight
Oh honey don't you see
There is more to this
There is more to me
How could you miss?
How unbalanced the scales
Were tipped to your favor
To continue means to fail
On this I cannot waver
Is it not much better
To see me as the same
And tastes that much sweeter
To stand on even plane
Together as equals my dear
Is the true way to grow
I will always be near
As entwined vines we grow
And bloom into something
Beautiful, bright, and new
With all our love to bring
With hearts so true
Love and EqualityLove and equality go hand in hand,
(Like the ocean's waters and the soft beach sand.)
To understand either you have to understand the other,
(You must understand them as if they're a brother.)
And while love is confusing and equality is rare,
(There is always a little bit somewhere.)
Just keep on searching, keep on believing,
(For your hidden hatred is slowly leaving.)
A word too far.I am one yet I am many. A concept hard to grasp? Not if you know who I am.
Let me introduce myself. I am ‘A’ and it isn’t short for Arthur, Arnold, Alice or Amy or any of the other cumbersome names that humans carry. How I pity them. My name is one letter and I am that letter. Admittedly, I am used in millions of words and then I become part of those words, yet I still retain my separate identity.
The world I live in has 25 other letters, all with the same attributes. We are proud of who we are and for the most part, content, and yet I have this urge to explore, to go beyond even the seemingly boundless limits of the words I inhabit.
It is true that sometimes I venture into the world of numbers and used in something called algebra, also equations and formulas but I have had a certain amount of altercations with these ‘beings’. They are supercilious beyond imagination and flaunt their power most disturbingly. It is laughable really
Eye of the Wolf Chapter 4Chapter 4
"Sunset By the Lake"
By the time that I had finished showing Will around my cottage, we headed down to the lake where all of my pets were buried and where I would come down and at least think of my future life. This was the place where I had my most deepest thoughts, the place where I found sanctuary where my cottage or my father's mansion would not. The lake was very beautiful especially at sunset.
"This is where I used to come to bury my pets," I explained to Will as we sat on the beach. "And this is where I realized...that one day I would die. I would not only join them, but my mother and my little brother. This is my sanctuary, Will, the place where I would go for my solice and where I can think of my own thoughts and dreams. Standing right here, on this spot, I realized... that one day I would be over the rainbow."
At that moment, Will looked down at the ground before looking back up towards me with a look of worry in his eyes, almost as if he needed to tell me something
Eye of the Wolf Chapter 3Chapter 3
"A Tense Luncheon"
While I had my peanut butter and jelly sandwich lunch with Will, the rest of my family were in the mansion where my father was wondering why I decided not to join them for their lunch. It turns out that my father and I were never really on good terms since my mother died when I was 12. Although he seemed to try, I have never really given him a chance, probably because I thought he valued his business and my other siblings over me.
"I don't understand it," he said to Henry and Caroline as they had lunch. "I just cannot seem to get through to your sister. All I want is for her to spend time with all of us."
"Perhaps maybe Laura doesn't want to forgive you just yet," replied Caroline, cutting into her meat. "All that she did was for attention, but it wasn't kind of the attention that you thought she would give you."
The rest of my family fell silent at the thought. But, Caroline was right. All I ever wanted was attention. I am the oldest in my family after all
Eye of the Wolf Chapter 2Chapter 2
"Getting to Know Each Other"
My meeting with Will Randall was eager at first, but then as I laid asleep in my bed that night, I could not but wonder about something. When Will was present, Fleeting Ways would go crazy meaning that Will had an animal instinct about him. There was much more to him than met the eye and I knew that had he not been married, perhaps he could have been the right one for me. But, then again, dating a married man who is also one of my father's employees would not be right. If we were going to be together, it would be just as friends and nothing more.
The next morning, I got up and headed over to the barn so I could get Fleeting Ways out for a walk around the corral. Fleeting Ways was like my only friend aside from all the other people that I knew. As I got him ready, I'd figure to have a small conversation with him in regards to what had happened the night before.
"You know something, Fleeting," I said as I got him ready. "There is something strange a
Draconic SteelEven the archmage didn’t see him until he had already appeared, so potent was their rival’s magic. When the fell mage stepped out from within a solid stone wall, Precidil could feel the magic flare up from behind her, Lionel’s surprise as evident to her as daylight.
“What on earth…” he breathed. To his credit, he composed himself in an instant. "Precidil… stand away.”
The archmage’s expression hardened; with a sweep of his arm, he cast his cloak aside and strode forwards, brushing past the Heiress Draconiae and taking a traditional battlemage’s stance.
“You’ll go no further, worms,” the rival mage hissed. “Malketiem’s horse is saddled and his feet are swift. Fight me if you dare – he’ll be gone long before you’ve a chance to even see his cloak in the wind.”
The dark mage’s body lit with a hundred runes, all a pale, sickly shade of red. Corrupted crimson magic billowed
Teary Eyes and Long Goodbyes - Short Story"Why are you crying?" he asked her, his voice gentle and full of concern.
She lifted her tear filled eyes. "Well, if you must know," she said quietly, her pitch wild and her voice shaky. "It is because you meant more to me than I did to you." She swallowed slowly and lowered her eyes again, readying herself "Although it was brief," she continued. "I cherished what I thought was your friendship. But then you told me that friendship cannot not exist between a man and a woman, and in as much as we were never lovers I must then conclude..." her voice trailed off as the pools in her eyes overflowed onto her cheeks. "... Then... I must conclude that while I cherished you as a friend, that you only ever saw me as a stranger—or at least... a person as forgettable and inconsequential as a leaf that caught the breeze going past your shoulder in some season of your life."
He was still for some moments. "Miss Rosa—"
"It feels unfair," she said
For Convenience's SakeThe city was at its most dangerous when it rained. It wasn’t a regular occurrence, to be sure; the wind farms out beyond the eastern boundaries were often sufficient to blow entire storm systems away. That being said, when it rained in the Glowing City, the world below became as much a hell as the hyper class made it out to be. For the lowers, the thick, heavy droplets brought rain that burned the eyes, bleached the color from street signs, and brought forth a choking mist from the gutters as it washed the grime of a month’s pollution into the chemicals beneath the city. With it came the anger – the unrest. It was like a full moon, back when the stars still came out at night, the restlessness, the frustration, the fury that settled old scores long after the matter had been resolved. Shawen pulled his plastic coat tighter over hazelnut-colored skin and sprinted through the streets, hoping against hope that he’d make it to the project with his life still in his ha
Tea“This can’t be right. Tea, come over here!”
Tea flew over, a tiny robot with three long tentacle-tails and a pair of beating wings keeping it aloft.
“Tea, analyze this artifact.”
Tea’s sensors swept over the artifact; I held it still, wiping the sun’s heat from my brow. Global warming, as it turned out, hadn’t been a bunch of BS. The planet was getting harder and harder to live on with each passing day.
”ANALYSIS COMPLETE” Tea said in her quiet voice. Her three blue eyes flicked to mine. ”ARTIFACT IS A PAPER-PRINTED [BOOK] MADE OF RESTRUCTURED TREE AND INK. BOOK TITLE DOES NOT EXIST IN DATABASE.”
I glanced down at it again. Something wasn’t adding up, but I couldn’t say what it was. A book? What was a book?
“Tea, what’s a book?” I asked.
”RESTRICTED.” she replied.
“Override,” I said.
”OVERRIDE LOGGED AND REPORTED. A BOOK IS A RECEP
A Headless HauntingSix nights ago, a presence daunting,
came to my bed: a headless haunting!
With blood a-dripping. What a sight!
And by the morn, my hair was white!
Five nights ago, the ghost came back
his head now carried in a sack.
He felt my fear and saw me weep
but would not let me go to sleep.
Four nights ago, the ghost again
came to my bed, he looked in pain,
with head sewn back upon his head,
he climbed into my rumpled bed.
Three nights ago, the blasted haunting,
his extreme deadness, still as daunting,
joined me in my bed once more.
I’m sure it is against the law!
Two nights ago, the ghost resistant
recalcitrantly, still persistent –
I’d told him - with a nervous cough,
He must vacate. He must **** off!
Last night I asked him what he wanted
as I was sick of being haunted.
He looked amazed, said I was loco,
Cos all he wanted was some cocoa!
Dually Deceived - PoemI never claimed that I was clever
I never said that I was sure
I only thought that I saw something
And when intrigued; sought to know more
I wasn't sure what I would find
And there's no way I could have known it
For fate had stranger things in mind
Than what had entered mine that moment
Perhaps I wouldn't have been so surprised
Had it not been quite wholly unexpected
But you'd so intricately spun your lies
I'd have never guessed you were deceptive
At once I collected the evidence
And when I set it in your sight
I wanted you to deny it
But instead you turned a ghostly white
My heart sunk lower in my chest
Than I'd ever thought it could in a lifetime
Yet somehow it sunk much lower still
And as you confessed, I wept the whole time
You finished with a fallen tear
And the last word you breathed was 'sorry'
Everything was just as I'd feared
Nay, it was a far more wretched story
And I didn't know what to do...
I didn't know what to say...
Without thinking I embraced you
For Eternity - PoemWhat has transpired within the realm of my heart?
What invoked these desires?
And When on Earth did they start?
I wish to embrace you; to hold you, and never let go
To protect you, defend you, all of this and much more...
I want to take all your dreams and turn them into reality
Transform your halves into whole
And to make you a part of me
I want to be the fulfillment of your most heartfelt longing
To be your very best friend; and most beloved companion
I want you to want for nothing more in this world
Than to be by my side
As I wish to be by yours...
Please tell me my notions of you are not but pure fantasy...
For my heart is true...
My Hope - PoemTranscendental
Warmth envelopes me both soul and heart
Or perhaps it was fated from before early start
The kind of moments so precious
We steadfastly believe they were planned
For how could something so perfect
Ever become realized by chance?
All that was around me was faded and dark
But then like light you came to me
Forcing all dark to depart
After the wind had swept through me
And taken all I had valued away
I thought I'd never know happiness
And every day passed the same
But oh what sublime precious joy I now know...
My despair was a lie
And you... are my hope
All That is Beautiful - PoemSunlight dances across the water
And rainbows ricochet
Pools distort pleasing reflections
As merry mists enshroud valleys
The little hills do rise and fall
And babbling brooks they flow so gently
Behold the wonder of it all
It's elegance revealing majesty
The birds above soar on the wind
And as they freely fly they call
And set upon a branch they sing
Until they cease with soft night's fall
The stars bedazzle with their light
Set among the sky's deep hues
And the luminous moon; it shines so bright
And yet not half so bright as you
For yours is a light that can be felt
Even in my darkest days
And I would grieve your loss far more than sight
Were that light to dim and fade away
For truly there is no loveliness
That can compare to your sweet soul
You are my day
You are my night
And you are all that is beautiful
He (Part Four)They are ready to go out into the world,
And so He lets them leave the bookshelf.
She is dead, and Her loving father as well.
No more creation from either.
But He will never abandon the pen and page.
He is medicated for depression
And in therapy for post traumatic stress disorder,
But he will live. Determination pulses through his body,
Keeping him motivated, inspired and creative.
He writes, not novels but poems,
Poems to share with the world, giving hope to the hopeless.
He is like you or I, simply a writer, a reader,
Battling the days, to remain happy.
Happiness that is hard to achieve, but he doesn't care. He'll be happy.
Next time He picks up that pen and sits in front of that page
He'll be writing for Her and Her Father.
The lost ones, somewhere above him,
Or perhaps below him, as they might deserve.
His pain is motivation, waiting at the mahogany desk.
Beware the perfect he tells everyone he meets. He is honest and kind,
Doing no harm to those who deserve no harm.
He is losing h
He (Part Three)She's gone, missing in the world of her imagination.
Creativity is flowing through her, exiting at the tip of the pen,
Leaking out onto the once blank pages.
She writes constantly, addicted to the scratching the point makes
Whenever dragged across the paper, bleeding ink upon it.
She doesn't go outside anymore-
Her boyfriend shops for food so she doesn't starve,
But not like it does much anyway.
Her writing consumes her life now,
She hardly sleeps or eats, and cooks never.
She has inherited the mahogany desk He once wrote at,
And sits there for hours doing absolutely nothing.
His death has left her depressed,
And she desires to do nothing but write,
Or simply think.
Her boyfriend buys her chocolates and flowers,
But she doesn't notice. She gets consumed in her writing,
And despite ignoring him, her boyfriend stays with her.
He stays because he loves her, and needs her by his side.
In society's eye, they're freaks.
She grows pale as she loses sleep and sunlight-
Now the only light she s
He (Part Two)Three days after He passed through the gates of heaven
The police arrived to investigate his disappearance
From the social world.
They find the man, head on the desk,
Carved carefully from mahogany,
With papers scattered about the darkened wood.
The power went out the day before,
For He never let the light leave.
A note, scribbled on the back of a book
Told whoever found him to give the pages
So She could take care of Them,
And finish Their story.
He knew he was having a heart attack
And managed to write down the four words
"Give it to Her"
Just as the pain emerged from his chest.
Now She has taken on the life He lived,
Writing day and night,
For hours at a time,
Just to entertain the crumbling society outside
Of the pages She wrote on.
He watches over Her,
Proud, for She has finished His adventure,
And given Them the ending They deserved.
But she has not truly ended Their story,
Because she left out the period
HeA figure in the dark,
Dragging the pen across the page,
Putting the mind on paper,
Nothing to light his path,
Other than a lamp,
Dimly illuminating the
With a bottle of ink,
Sitting in the corner.
Pieces of crumpled paper
Lie all over the carpeted floor,
Making each step crunch,
As if walking on snow.
For hours every night,
The man, simply referred to as He,
Does nothing but write,
Seemingly wasting his life
While giving it to others.
He refuses to put down the pen,
To abandon the pages,
Until They are ready,
Ready to enter the world,
As They soon will be,
For He prepares Them for what will come,
Hatred and love,
Torture and bliss,
Because not everyone appreciates life
For what it is.
He, although, is willing to let himself
Go insane in the dim light of the lamp
While he leads Them on an adventure,
An adventure he dreamt about as a child,
An adventure he dreams about to this day.
But everything comes to an end.
He was never able to finish writing the pages,
TemTale (Ch. 4)Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale. I only own my OC(s). Enjoy
- TemTale: Ruins -
TT!Mettaton and TT!Kathy reached the end of the land by hallway. A large door with strange symbols were on it. There was a black circle. The circle had these sharp wings to the left and right of it. Under the circle, there were three black triangles. Two were facing towards the circle, while the third faced away. "What is that?" TT!Kathy asked. She pointed at the symbols. "Those are the symbols of the royals. We, monsters, are lead by the Dreemurrs. As head of the royal guard, it is my duty to protect the royalty." TT!Mettaton said in a rather dramatic way. TT!Kathy slightly ignored the robot. She approached the large door. "Wait!" TT!Mettaton cried as he quickly blocked the door. "Hey!" TT!Kathy yelled at him. She backed away from the strange robot. "I'm sorry my dear. I can't let you go. If I do... they, the Dreemurrs, will capture you. And then they will steal your beautif
TemTale (Ch.3)Disclaimer: I do not own UnderTale. I only own my OC(s). Enjoy
- ArcadeTale: Snowdin Town -
ArcadeAhri has still not spoken to ArcadeNick since the accident. She remembers it as if it was yesterday.
- Flashback -
ArcadeAhri, ArcadeRosie, ArcadeChihiro, ArcadeKathy, and ArcadeNick were coming back to their home. They have just gone to Japan for an entire two weeks. They were in a private jet, provided by ArcadeNick of course. Then... the plane started to become unstable. It was rocking back and fourth. The sky had darken out of nowhere and a lightning bolt had struck one of the wings. The pilot, which was ArcadeNick, started to panic. His co-pilot was ArcadeKathy, who had never flown a plane before, was using her powers to level the plane. The door, leading to the pilots, had shut tight. Out of fear, ArcadeAhri and company tried their best to pry the door open. They used their powers to do so.
TemTale (Ch. 2)Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale. I only own my OC(s). Enjoy
-ArcadeTale: Snowdin Town-
As TT!Nick stared at the ceiling of the room that he and TT!Gaster were in, he wondered of how he would get back to the TemTale universe. TT!Gaster was sleeping peacefully. He must have used up a lot of his power to cross the barrier that is between this universe and their home. TT!Nick then looked at his watch. It was now 2 in the afternoon. All it does is tell time and glow in the dark (and nothing else - Nick). TT!Nick got up from his soft bed and scanned TT!Gaster. The kid had used up 30% of his power while Nick used up only 20%. Perhaps it was because TT!Nick is -static- weak and dim than he looks/acts. TT!Nick thought up a plan before leaving the room.
"Okay. After some research, this is what I found. ArcadeNick is the son of a business man and an acquaintance of mine. The business that he works at sells a lot of video games, such as DDR." ArcadeAhri told ArcadeSan
TemTale (Ch. 1)Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale. I only own my OC(c). Enjoy.
It has been two months since TT!Frisk fell down the hole. King TT!Asgore and ambassador TT!Frisk have been doing a good job at exposing the monster kind to the humans. Many of them are like TT!Frisk, the rest are shy or scared around the monsters. But soon, they too turn kind like TT!Frisk. Some monsters were unable to go above the ground. TT!Frisk had deemed them too "different". TT!Temmie was a monster that met the criteria. All she ever wanted to do was to go to college. Despite her being deemed too "different", TT!Temmie was persistent. She asked TT!Asgore why she could not go to the surface world. TT!Asgore would come up with an excuse for why she could not go above. TT!Temmie would nod and come back the next day. She did this for one hundred days straight. On the one hundredth day, TT!Asgore got angry at her. He told her why she could not go above. "Don't you understand? You are too different. That i
Sock Thieves 2“Come on, Maria, we’re going to be late!” Chad laughed, taking his fiancé by the hand and twirling her around the room. The late afternoon sunlight caught her hair like a golden halo, and when she smiled, it was like the world was turning beneath them, and they were dancing in the center.
“Alright, alright!” Maria sang back with that voice he’d fallen in love with. “We’ve got 20 minutes before our reservation – we’ll be fine!”
The couple swept out the door, fingers laced together and hearts as one, and all was silent.
“Gooooood, just hang me, eh?” came a scratchy voice from the pantry. “Oi, you seen the two of ‘em, all looovey dooovey, I swear on me life...”
The wooden door’s knob turned from within; it creaked on its hinges as a curious quartet pushed it open. One large eye glanced about from each cyclome’s head; one large foot went pat, pat, pat as the
PMD: Volcanic Rush (Ch. 4)Disclaimer- I don't own Pokémon. Enjoy.
Treecko woke up in an unfamiliar room. Team Volcanic Rush entered the room to check on this strange Treeko. "Are you ok?" Mudkip asked. "UH? Umm... I think so." Treecko said. He then realized that he was talking to Pokémon and could understand them. The strange Treecko looked at itself. "I'm- I'm a Treecko!?" the Treecko said in shock. "Don't tell me that you were once human too." Charmander said dully. "H-how do you know that?" Treecko asked amazed at the Charmander. "I can answer some of your questions later. I'm Charmander, and these are my team mates: Mudkip, Electrike, and Bagon. We are an exploration team named Team Volcanic Rush." Charmander informed Treecko. "Do you have a name?" Electrike asked eagerly. "Troy." Troy the Treecko answered. "Nice to meet you Troy." Bagon said before adding, "We need to go outside. The others are waiting for us." Troy followed the team to the meeting room. There was a Sunflora, Lou
Wearied Warriors - PoemVivid visions vacillate in the face of the uncertain
And wearied warriors contemplate
Why the choices chose just are not working
At last you've grabbed your shield
But alas it is too late
The battle washed away your dreams
And you cannot fix past mistakes...
Gone away in silence
So slowly hope had slipped away
Will you ever dare to try again,
On this or any other day?...
Not every aspiration
Will surely be achieved
Yet every wish, ambition
That is fulfilled starts with a seed
Perhaps your first desire
Was not the goal you'd been meant to reach
But perhaps that burning fire
Still can fuel the passion that you need
In every failure - purpose
And even if you've fallen down
You'll find the strength to rise again
No matter how hard you've been knocked down
You look familiar. You are caught in a triangle of doubt.
Everywhere you look there is a faint blue umbrance that swells and falls.
As though you were flailing in the disorientation of funhouse mirrors.
You feel your pulse through your skin and your pores fill with excitement.
Reflective windows are just what you're staring at.
Staring back into you.
Staring straight into you.
You look familiar.
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