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The Borrower Arrietty 2: Chapter 18Aerite smiled. “I’m glad you finally agreed.” She stood up, and shrunk into the size of a normal borrower. Townspeople that had once been hiding within their alcoves now began to peek out, trying to catch a glimpse of the mythical borrower before she disappeared into Dore’s house. As she opened the small thatched door, Sho noticed that her features crumpled into a grimace. Perhaps it was a time when Sho did not want to see Arrietty.
Jane hesitantly asked, “How is she doing?”
Aerite looked Sho sadly in the eyes. “I’m afraid this was worse than I expected. I can still save her, but this will take some time. I’d advise you two to spend your time elsewhere, and return when Spiller calls.” With that, she glided into the house and closed the door behind her.
Jane and Sho eyed each other, then slowly climbed back up to their regular heights. Maribel called for Jane to wait, but Dore held her back.
“Maribel, Arrietty will need s
The Borrower Arrietty 2: Chapter 17“How did you find us?!” demanded Dore, shaking from fear of the legendary borrower. “You were banished and we moved over a hundred human miles so you could not return!”
Aerite seemed to ignore the elder’s words. Instead, she turned to face Sho, who stared back blankly. “Well? Do you want my help?”
She sighed, and kneeled beside Sho. “Yes, it’s me. The so-called borrower-human-god-devil. I can help you.”
Jane stepped between Aerite and Sho, as if shielding him from an evil force. “How do we know that you’re not going to hurt Sho or Arrietty?”
Aerite shrugged, and kneeled on the cold ground. “I’m not a horrible person. At least not now. Yes, I abused my powers that I developed with the man I loved, and I know my actions can never be reversed. But it’s never too late to start mending old bonds.”
Jane was not about to budge. “I still don’t trust yo
The Borrower Arrietty 2: Chapter 16Arrietty’s right hand was beginning to flake. It was not the sort of flaking that you might have after getting sunburnt – this was hard, disgusting pieces of dried dead skin that were falling off like bark off a tree. Her skin beneath these flakes was rough and tanned, while her normal borrower skin was soft and fairly pale. Blood began to seep from the cracks, which had began to crawl up her arm. Arrietty sat up immediately, and realized that her left hand was doing the same.
As she touched her hand, a stinging pain shot up her arm. She jerked in response, which only made it worse. “Why is this happening to me? What is this?”
Spiller did not – could not – answer. Maribel stared in horror – nothing she’d seen in the city was as gruesome as this. Sho immediately picked up Arrietty and Spiller and made a dash for the front door. Maribel hopped onto Jane’s hand and they followed closely behind. They had to get Arrietty to the elder Dor
DA-Battleroyale 2013: CaelinName: Caelin (pronounced say-lyn)
Items on hand: Berries, nuts, a bamboo flute, a wooden spear, pouch of charms
1. Several 1-inch diameter 4-inch long sticks
2. A sharpened obsidian stone
3. A little terrapin turtle
4. Leather flask of water
5. Bone necklace
Caelin was caught fishing from a stream – with her bare hands. She did not seem to comprehend English, nor any other foreign language. Her DNA tests did not match with any in the medical databases, so we suspect she had been orphaned or left behind. She does seem to understand hand gestures and facial expressions, and seemed to be a nice person. However, she was able to catch several large fish with nothing but a wooden pole, which she kindly offered to us as a meal. Her senses are honed much like that of a wolf or eagle, and an owl in the night. When we tried to communicate to her that we would be taking her away to kill other people, she went
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
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