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The cat cried sadly, wavint it's paws.
"Uhhhgghhhrrhh
(translation: "WTF?!
(translation: "WTF?!
hellspawn
HOW DARE YOU TRESPASS ON OUR LANDS!?!"
(translation: "We value our cats.
(translation: "We value our cats.
(translation: "I come for revenge!)
(translates to the same)
"Oh, one more thing."
0 It would be nice if such a simple definition covered all of the twists and turns of leadership.
Niccolo
Karamchand
ibn
vs
Better to be Feared?
Niccolo
Follow the Leader 0/0/00
Follow the Leader 0/0/00
0 It would be nice if such a simple definition covered all of the twists and turns of leadership.
Niccolo
Karamchand
ibn
Niccolo
Bentz
"Goddess accept the sacrifice I offer."
summoner
summoner
summoner
Where?"
"Aah
I frowned, "It's blood.
"The neighbors were complaining, you know we couldn't keep them."
Send report now?
Send
-M
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Meghan: Roosters
“Goddess accept the sacrifice that I offer.”
Moonlight gleamed on the sacrificial cleaver as it descended on the hapless rooster’s neck. There was surprisingly little blood as the body jerked in its death throes. The woman in the graveyard pressed it into the dirt, trying to direct what blood there was onto the correct grave, mixing growls of frustration with Latin. As the last phrase left her lips a hand broke free from its cover of dirt. A long dead corpse dug its way free from the ground to stand gaping in front of the woman who had summoned it.
“Excellent.” She breathed, scrubbing her bloody hands on her shirt as she walked around the undead. It was an old woman, still wearing the flowery dress she had been buried in, now ripped and torn from her journey. Her white wispy hair was caked with dirt and fell out in patches. Her blue eyes were milky and vacant, focused vaguely on the summoner. The summoner hopped up and down a few times with excitement before she could contain herself, looking around rapidly to see if anyone had seen. But the graveyard was empty in the moonlight.
“All right,” The summoner murmured striding over to a pen where one more rooster eyed her warily, “Let’s try another one.”
I stirred oatmeal as it cooked on the stove, the repetitive motions making me sleepy. Jasmine was curled up at the kitchen table, her head resting on folded arms. I set out bowls and poured oatmeal into them, adding a handful of strawberries, then tapped Jasmine on the head. She started awake and blinked at her oatmeal. I almost expected her to set her face in it like a squishy warm pillow. Thankfully this did not happen. Looking more awake as she ate, she started talking about a test we had that week.
“You have some strawberry on your cheek.”
“What? Where?” She patted her face.
“There.” I playfully kissed and licked her cheek.
“Aah gross, stop.” She pushed me off, rubbing at her face.
I frowned, “It’s blood. Why is there blood?”
Her face froze, “Uh…”
And then I realized what had been different that morning. What I hadn’t heard.
I raced to the backyard.
I made it to the door before Jasmine slammed into me, taking me to the floor.
“Calm down, calm down.” She said soothingly, which wasn’t very soothing as she was pinning my wrists and torso.
“Calm down!?” I hissed, rolling her across the floor, “What did you do to them?”
“The neighbors were complaining, you know we couldn’t keep them.”
“But…” I curled against her chest, suddenly wanting to be comforted more than wrestled to the ground, “I feel like I should have done it.”
She tucked her chin over my head, “You couldn’t even kill baby rats for your snake.”
I punched her lightly in the chest, “Neither could you.”
“Well I had a greater cause.”
I snorted, “And what was that?”
“I’m going to start the zombie apocalypse.”
-M
Moonlight gleamed on the sacrificial cleaver as it descended on the hapless rooster’s neck. There was surprisingly little blood as the body jerked in its death throes. The woman in the graveyard pressed it into the dirt, trying to direct what blood there was onto the correct grave, mixing growls of frustration with Latin. As the last phrase left her lips a hand broke free from its cover of dirt. A long dead corpse dug its way free from the ground to stand gaping in front of the woman who had summoned it.
“Excellent.” She breathed, scrubbing her bloody hands on her shirt as she walked around the undead. It was an old woman, still wearing the flowery dress she had been buried in, now ripped and torn from her journey. Her white wispy hair was caked with dirt and fell out in patches. Her blue eyes were milky and vacant, focused vaguely on the summoner. The summoner hopped up and down a few times with excitement before she could contain herself, looking around rapidly to see if anyone had seen. But the graveyard was empty in the moonlight.
“All right,” The summoner murmured striding over to a pen where one more rooster eyed her warily, “Let’s try another one.”
I stirred oatmeal as it cooked on the stove, the repetitive motions making me sleepy. Jasmine was curled up at the kitchen table, her head resting on folded arms. I set out bowls and poured oatmeal into them, adding a handful of strawberries, then tapped Jasmine on the head. She started awake and blinked at her oatmeal. I almost expected her to set her face in it like a squishy warm pillow. Thankfully this did not happen. Looking more awake as she ate, she started talking about a test we had that week.
“You have some strawberry on your cheek.”
“What? Where?” She patted her face.
“There.” I playfully kissed and licked her cheek.
“Aah gross, stop.” She pushed me off, rubbing at her face.
I frowned, “It’s blood. Why is there blood?”
Her face froze, “Uh…”
And then I realized what had been different that morning. What I hadn’t heard.
I raced to the backyard.
I made it to the door before Jasmine slammed into me, taking me to the floor.
“Calm down, calm down.” She said soothingly, which wasn’t very soothing as she was pinning my wrists and torso.
“Calm down!?” I hissed, rolling her across the floor, “What did you do to them?”
“The neighbors were complaining, you know we couldn’t keep them.”
“But…” I curled against her chest, suddenly wanting to be comforted more than wrestled to the ground, “I feel like I should have done it.”
She tucked her chin over my head, “You couldn’t even kill baby rats for your snake.”
I punched her lightly in the chest, “Neither could you.”
“Well I had a greater cause.”
I snorted, “And what was that?”
“I’m going to start the zombie apocalypse.”
-M
Monday, March 7, 2011
Doug: Wounds
I need to write a 7 page paper. But I'm going to do this instead, because this is the disquiet that follows my soul, and the paper is but a shadow on my mind.
A woman slept on me today. This is neither exciting nor new. Many girls and women have slept on me, with me or in my presence. Some have been friends. Some have been more than friends. Some have been both.
As I watched the soft female body beneath me slip into the twilight of dreams, I found myself thinking back to others that have done so. I found myself thinking of a mop of blonde hair, a sharp contrast to the rich chestnut flowing over my arm. I found myself thinking of a much smaller frame, with narrow eyes that changed color with her mood. I found myself thinking of someone else.
The one who slept on me today does not know that this is who I thought of. I do not know what she thinks. I'm not sure that I care.
I am angry. In an exhausted way. I'm convinced I made the right decision, but not particularly pleased with it. This is the way of things.
It will be this way for some time I feel. A ghost or two will haunt my quiet moments. It is the way of things, when you have lost something you love.
But what scares me, in the only way I can be scared anymore, is that no matter how hard I try I can't seem to forget the way she smells, the way she smiles, the look in her eyes when she's afraid.
The look in her eyes when she's in love.
God damn it. I hate it when the only option is to lose.
-Doug
"It was all or nothing. I wanted her to love me, and me alone. But I knew if I made her choose that she'd grow to hate me for forcing her. So I made the decision for her."
"And now she hates you anyway."
"No. And that's the worst part about it."
A woman slept on me today. This is neither exciting nor new. Many girls and women have slept on me, with me or in my presence. Some have been friends. Some have been more than friends. Some have been both.
As I watched the soft female body beneath me slip into the twilight of dreams, I found myself thinking back to others that have done so. I found myself thinking of a mop of blonde hair, a sharp contrast to the rich chestnut flowing over my arm. I found myself thinking of a much smaller frame, with narrow eyes that changed color with her mood. I found myself thinking of someone else.
The one who slept on me today does not know that this is who I thought of. I do not know what she thinks. I'm not sure that I care.
I am angry. In an exhausted way. I'm convinced I made the right decision, but not particularly pleased with it. This is the way of things.
It will be this way for some time I feel. A ghost or two will haunt my quiet moments. It is the way of things, when you have lost something you love.
But what scares me, in the only way I can be scared anymore, is that no matter how hard I try I can't seem to forget the way she smells, the way she smiles, the look in her eyes when she's afraid.
The look in her eyes when she's in love.
God damn it. I hate it when the only option is to lose.
-Doug
"It was all or nothing. I wanted her to love me, and me alone. But I knew if I made her choose that she'd grow to hate me for forcing her. So I made the decision for her."
"And now she hates you anyway."
"No. And that's the worst part about it."
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Meghan:From the internet, with love
In response to Homosexuality is a sin:
So is not treating your body like a temple. And ladies should have their heads covered. And in Deuteronomy, a marriage is only valid if the woman is a virgin, and she should be executed if she is not...and that anyone who commits adultery should be stoned to death. In Mark, divorce is prohibited.
I assume for homosexuality, you're referring to Leviticus 18:6: "You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female. It is an abomination." A similar verse occurs two chapters later, in Leviticus 20:13: "A man who sleeps with another man is an abomination and should be executed." Leviticus is a holiness code written 3,000 years ago. It also includes prohibitions against round haircuts, tattoos, working on the Sabbath, wearing garments of mixed fabrics, eating pork or shellfish, getting your fortune told, and even playing with the skin of a pig. (There goes football!). I believe in morality, which is doing right regardless of what I am told... not in religion, which is doing what I am told regardless of what is right. You're welcome to your own interpretation of the Bible and of politics, of course, but for me, I need more than "the Bible says so" to justify certain things in this world and certainly to judge them.
-L
Not by me, but I wish it were
So is not treating your body like a temple. And ladies should have their heads covered. And in Deuteronomy, a marriage is only valid if the woman is a virgin, and she should be executed if she is not...and that anyone who commits adultery should be stoned to death. In Mark, divorce is prohibited.
I assume for homosexuality, you're referring to Leviticus 18:6: "You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female. It is an abomination." A similar verse occurs two chapters later, in Leviticus 20:13: "A man who sleeps with another man is an abomination and should be executed." Leviticus is a holiness code written 3,000 years ago. It also includes prohibitions against round haircuts, tattoos, working on the Sabbath, wearing garments of mixed fabrics, eating pork or shellfish, getting your fortune told, and even playing with the skin of a pig. (There goes football!). I believe in morality, which is doing right regardless of what I am told... not in religion, which is doing what I am told regardless of what is right. You're welcome to your own interpretation of the Bible and of politics, of course, but for me, I need more than "the Bible says so" to justify certain things in this world and certainly to judge them.
-L
Not by me, but I wish it were
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