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Firstborn, LastbornThe story begins with the rustling of pages. Is someone, somewhere, opening a book? Maybe they are settling down before they go to sleep, hoping to drift away on a gentle cloud of carefully crafted words. Maybe they have a small group of children surrounding them, eagerly awaiting the next chapter of their latest adventure story. Maybe it’s a holy book, and this person is preparing to pray. These are all likely suppositions. But they’re all wrong.Firstborn, Lastborn
The rustling of pages comes from you. You are about to delve into the dark depths of a story. I
wonder if you’ll ever resurface. Maybe you won’t. So what do you do? Do you carry
by ~nicodeimus
MarkedI can feel the blood, sticky and congealed from where you hit meMarked
I touch a fingertip to it Tacky to the touch Wet paint My lover is an artist
Tainted and stained My skin daubed a darker red than insanity I smile He loves me
Sweet sweet life liquor Burgundy, almost But not quite
Trickle trickle babbling brook Flow over my peached cheek Drown me
It’s only a small cut Your rings have sharp edges You’ll apologise I wish you wouldn’t
by ~nicodeimus
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- Current Residence: obsolete British police telephone box
- Interests: Writing, horse-riding, reading, slash, fantasy, sci-fi
- Favourite movie: Black Beauty
- Favourite band or musician: Ocean Colour Scene
- Favourite genre of music: Rock/Indie
- Favourite artist: The people I know who create
- Favourite poet or writer: My TGSers
- Favourite game: Baldur's Gate II
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox
- Tools of the Trade: Inevitably, fountain pen
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'The devil came to me last night and asked what I wanted in exchange for my soul. I still can't believe I said pizza...'
Why does the term 'whippersnapper' always conjure up NORTY images in my head?
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Keep pushing those boundaries. The world will always need a dreamer...
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reach to steal my dreams through the green of my eyes, and falter
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Keep pushing those boundaries. The world will always need a dreamer...
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