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Dragon of the Mountain Ch 1Long ago there lived a Dragon who dwelled within a mountaintop. Many travelers came from far and wide to speak with the Dragon, but none had ever laid eyes upon it.
At the bottom of the mountain was a village, which prospered greatly from the trade and spending of the travelers who came by. For a time the villagers were content.
Many years passed, and travelers heard by word of mouth that the Dragon was a hoax - a scheme for their money. Outraged, the travelers demanded that the villagers lead them to the Dragon's Lair so that the Dragon may fulfill their wishes. The villagers were frightened by the travelers - many of whom had immense strength, wealth, and power.
That night the villagers gathered for a council. They agreed to send the Village Head, a man wise beyond his years, to search for the elusive Dragon of the Mountaintop.
The Village Head agreed, and for 3 days and 3 nights searched for the Dragon's Lair without respite. Finally, just as he was about to admit defeat and head ba
Idealistic DreamersPursuing the endless horizon
Always running, always chasing
Look ahead, idealistic dreamers
Smiling faces of blazing youth and delusional optimism
Dreams take flight on your wings of hope
Far ahead to the brilliant shining sun
Illuminating, blinding us with unsurpassed beauty
Look ahead, idealistic dreamers
Wistful wishes of elders and unwavering faith
Until our last breaths catch in our throats
And cool, indifferent darkness fills our eyes.
Look ahead, idealistic dreamers
They will not be realized
If they do not exist.
ClingDays come together in a hazy blur
The passing of time marked only by the fading of the sun
I feel as though I'm standing still
While all the while
The world around me turns and turns
We crossed paths without meeting
Your face melting into a crowd
I run with hand outstretched
Searching for something
But no one is reaching back
UntitledIt's hard to accept always being second place
When doing your best just isn't good enough
When you realize the enemy isn't the one you thought
When it's the one you face
Staring back at you in your reflection
Just how long will it take to get it right?
How long will it be until you realize
That who you are just isn't good enough?
That all your efforts culminate to nothing?
There is no praise for you
There is no acknowledgement.
You are treated differently, even unfairly, for all that you do
But it's not unfair as long as it's you.
Where others fail and you succeed
It doesn't matter
Because success is worth nothing
unless in the hands of someone else
How much you want and how much you need
That little bit of acknowledgement to prove you're alive
Are you living right now?
I can't tell.
Do you even know how?
I don't know.
Then you aren't here. You never were.
Writing Challenge CliffhangerAdornel opened a bleary eye, raising a hand lazily to shield his face from the afternoon sun that glared through his bedroom window. He blinked, the world coming into sharp focus, just the way he'd left it.
The digital clock on his beside table flashed 3:20 PM in annoyingly bright red numbers, and he sighed with disdain. Sitting up with a yawn, he realized that his left leg was somewhat numbed, and he proceeded to rub it with almost haphazard circular motions. With his other hand Adornel leaned over to grasp the remote, turning on the TV for the simple sake of having some sound to fill the silence.
The dull, monotone voice of the news anchor droned in the background as he swung his legs over the bedside. Wincing at the pain in his leg, he paused for a moment to catch his breath before stumbling to the bathroom to freshen up.
Minutes later Adornel was back sitting on his bed again, brushing his teeth idly as he watched the Channel 9 news report. Just another humble beginning (sort of, a
A Prologue of SortsHe remembered a time when life was better. Life was simple as a kid. Money was something foreign and exotic, a piece of green paper or a silly chunk of metal you exchanged for a piece of candy. It didn't matter if the rain was pouring in torrents outside or if the sky was overcast with dreary, gray clouds. You woke up happy and optimistic. You could have dreams beyond imagination.
Each day he could be someone new, someone totally different - and even adults, who regarded you with condescending smirks, couldn't stop you from being who you wanted to be. And even though there were schoolyard bullies, that didn't matter either. Those battles were epic - and one of the few things that adults somehow managed to stay oblivious to.
He remembered his nemesis slamming a sweaty fist into his left eye, his shameful humiliation accompanied by an ungracious fall to the ground. Bits of grimy gravel stung into his face, and he could feel a little blood trickling down his neck.
But the searing pain wou
English Final "Myself"I found myself upon a hill
Unaware of where I was, and lying still
Sitting up to look around
At first sight I saw a gleaming compass upon the ground
I stared with wonder at polished silver and arrow red
As it pointed me forward, to the road ahead
Following the path and keeping compass close at hand,
It guided me faithfully as I went from land to land
I came across a field of flowers
And was astounded to see
A Majesty of Colours
Completely surrounding me
Flowers in every colour, shape, and size
I longed to pick them all
I let my compass guide me
to the flowers it thought best
but often met with stings and thorns
even from those that seemed much lovelier than the rest
and those I thought highly of
as if in defiance, the compass would point away
It bid me to continue on,
Though I wished to stay
I made the most of every moment,
And then departed the next day
I set along my path again
With compass and flowers clutched in hand
But came to a crossroads
Where my compass could no longer guide m
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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