Blood dribbles down chin
Feline eyes meet mine
Over the carcass of the antelope
We go our separate ways
Altering CakesA young woman named Ishetalia loved making art, and practiced writing all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical lions, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Athens, and a portrait of Liam Neeson that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby culture for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in writing to create the most beautiful deviation depicting cakes altering anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, culture!"Altering Cakes by *miffedplatypus
The Llama Who Saved the WorldIt was a rainy night when she appeared, claiming to be a researcher and wanting access to our library. Though many were wary of this traveler, King Llane decided it was best to allow her to stay. He ordered my partner and me to guard her.The Llama Who Saved the World by *miffedplatypus
As we made our way to the room that she had been assigned, she looked around with curiosity bright in her eyes. I took my chance to observe her.
She didn't look like any researcher that I had ever seen. She was beautiful, with short red hair, green eyes, and fair skin. She wore glasses and practical travel attire: a wool cloak, rough spun britches, and a light shirt. She carried a travel bag slung across her chest and leaned on a walking staff.
"Why are there no children?" she asked, startling me out of my appraisal.
I thought for a moment before answering, "Well, you see ma'am, the king's wife died giving birth to their second child and he never had the heart to remarry. He
Across the UniverseAcross the universeAcross the Universe by *miffedplatypus
My thoughts wander
And over yonder
Traveling vast distances
To sights unseen
Of colors undreamed
Across the universe
My thoughts ponder
These sights of mysterious wonder
Battlefield AftermathThe smell of deathBattlefield Aftermath by *miffedplatypus
Hangs in the air
Reeking of filth
Scavenging for any morsel
Of food off dead bodies
Once were friends
Once were enemies
Now all dead, food for scavengers
Beat of the DrumsDrums beating with in,Beat of the Drums by *miffedplatypus
And without me.
Through my veins.
Fighting to prove my worth.
Afraid of what is to come,
Scared of losing my life.
Am I a coward?
No, I am a Tree Leaper!
Ghost TrainMy passengers are lost.Ghost Train by *miffedplatypus
They all head to the same destination.
They leave behind their lives, families,
and move on to a brighter place.
My engines roared to life at the station,
The conductor yelled "All aboard,"
but no living person came.
We travel down a track that no one sees.
It flows through the sky like a fish.
My smoke billows out behind us,
and dissipates before anyone sees.
My passengers are saddened to see the city below them.
The lights pass by sluggishly.
The passengers see the homes, the families.
They cry and wail,
there is no comfort.
They know what I am, where I must take them.
The shipper of lost souls.
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DinosaursRising out of the mistsDinosaurs by *miffedplatypus
Hovering over the bay
Orange, hulking monstrosities
Eating the days catch
Appearing like dinosaurs
Emerging from times mists
Nuclear AftermathIt was a time of peace, love, and prosperity. A time when man helped his fellow man and there were no hardships. The Earth was lush and vibrant, a veritable bounty for the creature living upon it.Nuclear Aftermath by *miffedplatypus
Yeah, right, when was it ever like that? I asked myself.
After three World Wars, the Earth was in shambles. A parched husk of its previous glory. Much of the wilds had died centuries ago between the encroachment of humanity and nuclear Holocaust. There was not much left, and what was around was once again being fought over.
"Central Russia was nuked yesterday," Clint stated.
"So?" I replied. "Just means that we stay indoors until whatever passes overhead is gone."
Clint glared at me over his newspaper, "Aren't you even slightly interested in what is happening in our world today, Cole?"
"It's not that I'm not interested," I answered, exasperated. This was a common argument among us. "It's
Drabble 062710Angels and Demons. Things of myth and legend. Something for books, or so I thought. I never thought they were real since I didn't believe there was a God. Boy was I wrong.Drabble 062710 by *miffedplatypus
It began when I was four. My mother was killed in a fire that should have taken my life as well. It didn't. Something protected me. I tried to protect her as well, but she was dead before I reached her body from my hiding spot in the closet. I don't think the fire killed her, I think father did. I think the fire was just a cover up, but the officials determined that she died of burns and fire inhalation.
As I grew older, more powers than just the mutant ones I had came out. Oh, did I forget to mention that I'm half mutant. So sorry. My father was a mutant, mother the human in love with him. I have him to thank for my powers of telekinesis and telepathy. I
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