Tribute to MemoryThe old woman next door played her depressing version of Happy Birthday to You on her piano again, and Lisa couldn’t study.Tribute to Memory by ~Swiss-Dilettante
The music wasn’t loud, but it seeped through into her apartment with its slow pace and low notes and bothered her, even though it was ignorable and she was comfortable in good company.
“There she goes again with the sleepy music.” Mark placed his Calculus book on the coffee table, leant back into the couch, and yawned. “What’s this, the eighth time this year?”
“The first time,” Lisa said. “And how’s it sleepy music?”
“It’s making me drowsy.”
“I think it’s sad.” Lisa stretched against her boyfriend and closed her eyes. She thought of her own mother, grey and unhappy when she last saw her, and now gone. “I think she’s sad. Doesn’t she always play it like this around this time?”
“I think so,” he said. “And if she
When Larceny Runs in Blood"Damned thief." Oscar sighed and turned the television off. There'd been another accident, and more deaths. He didn't know why he still watched the news, because more often than not it was depressive. It reminded him that the lives of he and his family were just objects to be stolen, some day.When Larceny Runs in Blood by ~Swiss-Dilettante
"Darned thief, dear." His wife Lily arched a brow at him, and darted her eyes across their children, her way of saying: You will not screw these kids up, you will not give them excuse to swear and do wrong.
"Hmm." Oscar nodded, not wanting to point out their offspring would pick up "unacceptable" language from other sources. They both knew. Perhaps they should move to West Virginia. "Yeah, sorry, you're right. It's just in my nature."
Their oldest child chuckled and pardoned himself from dinner, while their two younger lingered behind for a moment with incomprehensive looks and cute, pouting lips before toddling off, their mouths still soiled from their uncoordinated eating.
Lily called af
Sensual TraitorsRing, ding, ring-ding.Sensual Traitors by ~Swiss-Dilettante
The wedding bells
that love to sing can
cry for death, doom.
Roses, radiant and red,
brighten eyes of the living,
and rest with the dead.
Their beauty, color, fades to grey
but you cannot see it in blackness.
Lave in love's lava, and
let it caress your blood,
brush against your skin.
Enjoy, but know warmth
ends in ice, and your last feeling
is an everlasting shiver.
Eat the scent of morning.
Crisp, with a faint sweetness,
as if the dew were honey.
Come the angry gaze of night,
your breath rots in your lungs.
Suck water from nature's bosom,
and marvel at the taste of life.
Like a tornado of light
it annihilates your fears, but
be wary when it turns to tears
Forgive Us?Trees are crying leaves of brown,Forgive Us? by ~Swiss-Dilettante
and the winds caress them,
hum to them.
Its touch is warming, like a breath of sun,
and it's voice is soft, tender as a
strum of the harp.
But the wailing continues,
and the sky responds by
adding its own voice, own tears.
And the rain is cold, cold.
trees gather to mourn.
Oak, Willow, Elm,
it all matters not.
For when volcanoes erupt,
their pride is forgot.
Their children play at war,
tell them they are "sorry,"
beg for their forgiveness,
and go back for more
But trees are strong,
and the world is huge,
and the world is huge,
while the babes are seedlings,
just sprouting forth,
and Mother would be happy
just to see them live.
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Q: What do you guys think of my story so far? Should I keep going?
This seems to be a very popular question. I'll argue it's a useless question, and explain why.
This reply is directed at new writers, and despite the tone that may follow, I really do intend to be sincere and helpful. I was once a newbie, too. And although I'm certainly not going to claim to be great, I've fallen flat on my face enough times to learn how to pick myself up and produce something I'm proud of.
Here's why you need to not ask this question. You're either going to succeed, or you're going to fail. But, either way, you'll be better off for having:
2. Figured out how to motivate yourself to continue
3. Completed the entire first run of the story yourself
1 ~ I can speculate that there are plenty of people out there who are afraid of failure. I know first-hand. I'm not a professional writer. I teach mathematics. And it is my job every Fall to convince a hu
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