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Great Green Sky Why is the sky green? It's a very old story.Great Green Sky by ~PhoenixFlame24601
Years, years, still more years ago, Pan played a nasty trick.
Or was it Loki?
No, one day, the sky gazed at the earth in envy.
Or in fact did the earth simply want to be different from the sky?
Rather, one eon, humans came, and grew too many fields, so much that it stained the clouds.
Or in truth, did the sky not retch when it saw the fields destroyed?
No, it was Pan, the little scamp.
On a night warm and hazy, when a god felt mischief rising, and recalled a favor
An Impromptu Interview “So you really did kill your brother? Why?”An Impromptu Interview by ~PhoenixFlame24601
“Of course I killed him. The world is harsh, here especially. He should have kept up his guard.”
“It’s not just the death though, but the way you did it. You sliced and diced him!”
“Ha! You forget the story you accuse me of.”
“Oh right, first you threw him in a box.”
“It was a coffin, and a fine one too. Let none say I spent cheaply
Thoughts on Ideas I have come to the conclusion that ideas are like candy. The type of idea depends on the type of candy. Let me explain…Thoughts on Ideas by ~PhoenixFlame24601
The idea to get started on homework? Licorice—the black kind. It doesn’t taste good unless you have odd tastes but there is an odd satisfaction in eating it. You’re doing something productive; you’re doing homework. You’re eating licorice…while doing homework or something else productive, like writing or killing orcs (you can hold the licorice in your mouth) or just doing your civic duty by ridding the jar of the licorice-flavored jellybeans.
The idea to help someone? Sourpatch (incl
Pearls of the Sea The sand scraped against his face and neck. His mouth felt full of that same gritty stuff as he breathed raggedly. He was alive. At least he felt too horrible to be dead. Dull, hot memories pounded against his skull. Suddenly remembering his jelly-muscled crawl up to a dry area of beach, he coughed. At once, the sailor felt the cracked dry blood covering one side of his face and the roaring ache in his ribs.Pearls of the Sea by ~PhoenixFlame24601
Despite the sun’s heated commands for him to curl up and die like a beached whale, the sailor continued to breathe. The more he became aware of his own breath, the more the memories of past days flooded back to him. The thoughts w
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"And you'd be beautiful and pale, and look too much like her.
If only angels could prevail, we'd be the way we were, Johanna!"
- Sweeney Todd
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"And you'd be beautiful and pale, and look too much like her.
If only angels could prevail, we'd be the way we were, Johanna!"
- Sweeney Todd
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And it must follow, as the night the day,
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