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A Writer's FollyForsaid forsooth, "Forsay it not so!
"My tail of a whale of a tale of a woe
"Has fallen to the failure of fallacy's foe!
"But what it has wrought I right shall not know."
Spilt BloodThough outside our bones we may feel the cold, inside we are all warm with love, courage, strength, and togetherness shed by those we care about who all surround us in this season. Hearts are light and hands are heavy with gifts exchanged from one soul to another. Our tongues alight upon our teeth like dancers with kind words while the tongues of flames in the corner keep us comfortable with a soothing crackle and a light, shifting like emotion and time. No matter how dark our days before, or how clouded the sky may become, today we are filled with a new light and stars land in our eyes. No matter how long the fall, there are always dreams of all sorts coming true around these times as wings sprout. Ice and snow falls, but we shall not neglect the fact that each drop of frozen water is not only special but a symbol of us all. Water is a pure mixture of everything, contains every ounce of everything we've ever known, and goes wherever it likes.
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More