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I say to my son: saddle the beast that brays least and keep your sheep close to home. I say to my son: the man you vouch for owns you; the man who vouches for you [SEVERAL CHARACTERS INDECIPHERABLE]. Do not tie me up, the sleeper cries, O let me live. I say to my son never take your slave to bed if you would remain your own master. Thus far this fall the fickle crop goddess speaks only in blight. But, my son says, I think I love [CHARACTER INDECIPHERABLE]. Continue

Added by Jim Eigo on November 30, 2009 at 2:11pm — No Comments

Two Lies (X) - What's Missing

Let’s flip through this here case file, officer—let’s see what’s missing—and you will note, beyond a shine-black shadow of a doubt, that of all the things in this case that’s missing, my name—Stagger Lee Crannock—ain’t among them. It is a crime and a shame that my black Escalade is still missing, but Sweetums, the bartender up at the Iron Mule outside Farriday’ll tell you that she took the keys to my other Escalade the night Beanie Hollins met his maker, on account of my having cultivated one ki… Continue

Added by M C Funk on November 30, 2009 at 1:30pm — 1 Comment

Come die with me tonight

The Reaper called: come die with me tonight, and we'll sup on forbidden delights. I did not want to go, and told him so, speaking of dreams and fortunes as yet unmade. He looked at me through eyes that cared for nought: I've seen the web your life's threads will make ... and frankly I would not bother. Come die with me instead and we'll drink together of the great pools of futile earthen tears. I considered his offer, and breathed out one last time. Continue

Added by Mulled Vine on November 30, 2009 at 1:25pm — No Comments

U.S. news organizations say President Barack Obama plans to announce his new strategy for Afghanista…

U.S. news organizations say President Barack Obama plans to announce his new strategy for Afghanistan on Tuesday evening, during a prime-time television address.

The reports say the president is most likely to back a plan to send between 30,000 and 35,000 additional U.S. troops to the country.

The top U.S. and NATO commander in Afghanistan earlier this year told the president that up to 40,000 troops are needed to combat Taliban and al-Qaida militants in the region.

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Added by bloglist on November 30, 2009 at 11:58am — No Comments

bingo...

I went on the best holiday ever, I didnt check emails once, I rested, I relaxed, and then I came home to the best surprise of all... Whilst following up on my emails, I realised just how rich I really was... mmmm mmm. Yes, I have more money than God's got sheep - I have hit 5 of the lotto jackpots world-wide. Yup, you heard me, I am a gadzillionaire, wont be able to count all the money, in fact, my great, great, great-grand -children wont be able to count all my money there is so much of it.… Continue

Added by Cheryl-lee Broadfoot on November 30, 2009 at 10:06am — 1 Comment

The Art of Getting the Job Done

Note to self: this flat is a total tip; everything I own is everywhere... tomorrow is operation clean-up, end of! Tick tock, tick tock and tomorrow comes: What a lovely early start, there is a cold frost and sunny skies, think I may enjoy staring at this beautiful start to operation clean-up a little bit longer... Tick tock, tick tock and after breakfast: just finishing off these emails, then another cuppa, a quick call to a mate I haven’t spoken to for 35 years, oooh look, another new page to c… Continue

Added by Cheryl-lee Broadfoot on November 30, 2009 at 9:48am — 4 Comments

Desdemona

Desdemona was once a beautiful girl.so beautiful that out of pure envy Cleopatra ordered her bodyguards to stop mentioning the name of Desdemona. I was one of the guards.i feard the eyes and pinknails of Cleopatra, thus i travelled in time and met Desdemona. It was dark when i reached the garden she loves visiting every morning.A man called Shaekspear told me that Desdemona loves Othello, a brave warior. He swore that it's pure love. A love between two hungry dreamers. Evereday poor Othello went… Continue

Added by dris khalillou on November 30, 2009 at 6:57am — 2 Comments

War and ... no, just war!

Nothing makes me happier than the smell of napalm in the morning - that and vapourised duck. I warned them about crapping on my Porsche, but did they listen? No, they thought they could hide behind their cutesy little beaks and technicolour plumage, nestled amidst the verdant Nymphaea caerulea. Pond scum! Die, die die! Continue

Added by Mulled Vine on November 30, 2009 at 3:42am — 2 Comments

cindy lou does whoville

Cindy Lou despised Christmas. She hated the forced merriness, the movies with tired themes of visiting angels, days of reckoning, misspent youth, and the predictable moment of redemption. Her containment of contempt was a guard against the cajoling bah humbug! from others, that might set-off in her a chain reaction at the molecular level. She would explode and body parts would fly. When Cindy Lou was a little girl, she had a key role in a Christmas movie, based on a true story in which sh… Continue

Added by Linda Ryan-Harper on November 30, 2009 at 1:00am — 6 Comments

Suicide

The conviction to impress from the young, destroys hope and conquers self pity. Eyes glazed, heart pounding, and cataclysmic mania within his soul, as the boy ponders suicide. Not gracious enough to think about survival, only enough to create death, he takes the alcohol with transparent white pills. The boy discovers an incredible buzz lifting him through the air. Spinning, aching, and thriving, he scolds his past onto his family. He says goodnight, and thank you for relief from being a victim.… Continue

Added by A.S. Violin on November 29, 2009 at 10:30pm — 4 Comments

Parenthood

“Every sitcom, rom-com and chick-flick lied,” thought Peter. There was no inappropriate breaking of the waters, frantic taxi rides or giving birth in the car park. No milling throng of family waiting for the proud father to emerge from the delivery suite like a prophet in scrubs announcing the good news that a son had been born. Instead, there was the interminable waiting of fourteen hours of labour, followed by a brief period of unspeakable profanities and finally, a delivery. Now there was the… Continue

Added by Adam Byatt on November 29, 2009 at 9:58pm — 2 Comments

Poultry and Penance

near bottoms booth scrapping beans dirty swells hanging ye old time gorgeous floor boards praying penance idle threads pulling useless teeth malnutrition beats aces most places covering wet wood with dirty poultry Continue

Added by Suzanne on November 29, 2009 at 9:39pm — No Comments

War and Peace part 2... the real deal challange.

I really only need six WORDS for ths challenge! Sun Pond Ducks Hunter Silent Night! Continue

Added by Edward Dean on November 29, 2009 at 9:00pm — 6 Comments

Gambling Man?

With the calculator on her I-phone, Jackie did a quick computation. Let’s see, the average life expectancy in the U.S, is 77.7 years. That equals 28,360.5 days of life--average life. I am 38 years old, and some change. So I’ve lived 13, 870 days, already—almost half a life. Of course, no matter how long I live, each day represents a larger percentage of the time I have left on earth. And like the doctor said, ‘We’re all going to die sometime…most of us just don’t know when or where.” Jac… Continue

Added by Brad Rose on November 29, 2009 at 8:00pm — 2 Comments

War and Peace

It was early spring, and she needed to take a walk. Her thoughts took over and as she wiped the tears from her face she wondered what havoc the world would wreak on her next. She found herself standing next to the pond near the park. She allowed the sun to warm her cheeks. She found peace as she watched the ducks landing and taking flight, lightly skimming the water. A laugh even escaped her lips, as she watched the ducks splashing water on each other with their fragrantly colored wings. Continue

Added by CJT on November 29, 2009 at 5:07pm — 8 Comments

My little pond

I go out and sit by my little pond. The sun is nice and it warms my face. I was crying inside and now I'm not. The ducks in the pond are my friends and I love them. But do they love me? I keep asking them but they never answer, all they do is quack quack quack. Continue

Added by littoralis on November 29, 2009 at 4:50pm — 3 Comments

She loved

Darby was confused. She slammed the phone down and screamed. She picked the phone back up and punched in the number and screamed again when that fucking bastard answered. Darby loved to scream into his ear when he picked it up. She loved to scream again when she slammed it back down. She just loved screaming so damn fucking much. Continue

Added by littoralis on November 29, 2009 at 4:33pm — 4 Comments

Fall is not a season.

"And when The Maker left he did not institute a council, he did not elect a leader what gives you the right to rule over others." Xafkiel said seeming exasperated. "You are wrong." spoke Mikhael calmly "When The Maker abandoned us he left chaos in control. "Chaos is of your own design." Xafkiel stated. "Chaos is the trees that wither, the well that has taint, the suffering of our people, the ravages of time we now feel, and where is The Maker, I will not sit idly by and watch our race fall to… Continue

Added by Cole. on November 29, 2009 at 3:57pm — 4 Comments

A strange dream

Yesterday. Yesterday i dreamt a dream. It was a strange dream. Beleive me. You know, i have never been a liar.A real liar that can whiten the black. Yesterday i dreamt that dream which keeps knocking on your head while getting old. Great Night is the real womb of real and strange dreams. Isn't it? You have certainly had such dreams.If you have never experienced one, just let yourself getting old . it 'll knock on your door.My mother told me, with a m thycal certainty, that if the dream occured s… Continue

Added by dris khalillou on November 29, 2009 at 3:48pm — 2 Comments

Shame

She approached cautiously, her eyes focused intently on my clay tablet: "What are you doing, Kriah?" I looked up and smiled at my young wife, "I am writing." She furrowed her brows, "Writing? What is that?" I invited her to sit down but she declined, so I replied, "I try to record the things that happen so that our children may read of them." "Children?" she snorted. "At this rate we'll be lucky if we last the winter. Why can't you be like the other men who hunt food or grow crops for their… Continue

Added by Mulled Vine on November 29, 2009 at 12:30pm — 5 Comments

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