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Oct 23, 201613 min read

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Published: Oct 23, 2016

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It is with regrettable delay that I thank my new Watchers ...

and suggest 19 tales in pictures ...

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and words.

Knives.knives...
so persuasive
knives...
so bewitching
their wrapping blades
so bright
attracts all of me;
they make me act
like a magpie
who acts accordingly to the finest gold's shimmering;
they take advantage on me.
knives...
they penetrate
knives...
they can kill
knives...
your eyes
they penetrate
mine. Equivalent Exchange Episode 1 - PrologueEpisode 1 - Prologue
As he ended oiling his left leg, Ed thought back to Resembool, where he has left home and friends. Especially one friend. A friend to whom he has confessed his love.
When he fell on the bed dead weight, and dead tired, he couldn't help but reflecting on the words he told her.
"
Equivalent exchange, huh? What you'd expect from an alchemy freak, I guess. What the hell was I thinking? My brain must have been totally gone in that moment." He sighed.
"Winry..."
He was worried, more than mad at himself: worried about what she could possibly think of him, what was the reaction she had on the inside, and so on.
Resembool, a quiet and peaceful heaven's corner in the middle of the countryside in the South East of Amestris. A house on the hill. A house in which live Winry Rockbell, her
grandmother Pinako and their dog Den. It was nearly 10 P.M. and they were taking care of
some automails for customers who were to come the following day.
"Whew, that was the last one. Good!" Sh On the verge of rediscoveryOne day he saw all others were the same,
their faces, voices – all of it a game.
Relationships a line that was repeated
and he a hollow thing, was not completed.
Like those nameless on a blackboard world of chalk.
stick figures all around who talked the talk.
Lines were drawn precise. He knew the score
and yet he knew that life could offer more.
He donned a face, familiar with joie de vivre
His family did not guess that he would leave.
Did they ever see beyond his smile?
Did they know he walked an endless mile?
Walking on a treadmill going nowhere
choking as he tried to breathe the air.
and inwardly it seemed he’d truly known
amidst the masses he was so alone.
Always he sought out someone not the same
Someone different, someone with a name
Someone who stood out from all the rest
Someone who knew life was just a test
Someone whose hands could smooth his pain,
and would see him, as once he saw himself. Again. FallingIt hurt.
I saw her fall but you caught her.
You let me fall.
Thanks for not picking me up. MassI wrote my screams on a piece of paper. Distributed evenly on either sides. One of the sides would weigh more than the other.<da:thumb id="615844899"/> Man from the SeaTakke went down to the shore, where the docks creaked above slow churning waters, as cold and grey as coming storms. He knew the path well, every bush and tree. When the breeze blew and salt touched his tongue, he knew to leave the path, and cut through the line of trees, whose bodies were twisted and worn from time. Takke would step out to find his favorite place upon the shore, pebbled with slippery rocks, and lonely save the sounds of waves and gulls. He was a sailor, and rejoiced when it was just him and the sea.
Takke stepped out of the trees, a smile on his broad, tan face. He took all the same procedures, went down the same path, and brought with him all the same tools to catch fish (should he desire). Everything should have been the same, but it wasn’t. Lying on the beach of rocks was a man, shirtless and still. His secret place was not hard to find, but it had remained his all the same. He looked at the strange visitor, who stirred and shuddered, skin pale and wet. The m ThawWisps of breath stained the still, cold air white above a sleeping girl's face. The world was silent here, lit with a dull silver glow that filtered through ice and snow packed around the cracked car windows. The girl's steady breath changed abruptly and a ragged scream broke the calm as her eyes flew open. Blank, confused blue eyes. Panic. And then a deep, choking breath. The scream cut off, stillness creeping back in. She lay there a moment, chest rising and falling, greyed lips parted. "Still here," she spoke, voice rusty, raspy.
She sat up, stretching awkwardly, limbs bounded by the front seat and the spidered glass of the broken hatch window. Tanya was cold, so cold she no longer shivered. Her hands, hidden in the woolen wells of her gloves, were pale and grey, nails brittle. Her feet, should she decide to pull off the socks that clung to her skin, were turning black. She pulled them up to her lap and rubbed each foot vigorously, though it had been some time since she could Tomorrow is Never PromisedDon't sit around with life to waste
it won't do well to do nothing
everyone has to have a life to make
your life has to have something
life is too short for nothing
try to make something out of yourself
as you look at other people
they're making it themselves
Learn from the past
live during the present
plan for the future
if it seems pleasant,
try to be happy
don't feel so unhonested,
but just remember this:
tomorrow is never promised
We can be gone tomorrow
we can be gone the next day
a long life is not promised to all
don't let fun times delay
it can be too late to start,
but learn to make time
there can be happy and sad times,
all the time you can dine
Learn from the past
live during the present
plan for the future
if it seems pleasant,
try to be happy
don't feel so unhonested,
but just remember this:
tomorrow is never promised
You can't stop living
or else you'll fall
whose fault will it be
if you can't get up at all?
do me a favor
don't let go of life
keep trying to make it
I'll b The AdventureGreen fields. Surrounded by trees, making up a huge forest that lies before the feet of a mountain chain, stretching up to the azure skies. The warm sunlight hits the florets, floating quietly to it's next destination, resembling small fairies playing in the meadow.
Far away from civilization, a girl wanders through the high grass, on a quest for something unique. Her dog leaps from the tall grass to catch the fairies, but they playfully avoids the canine's maw.
It's hard to tell how far they have wandered, as the trail they leave behind becomes longer for every step. How far until they reach their destination, not even the girl knows, as the trail in front of them is yet to be discovered.
On an adventure over the highest mountain tops, in the deepest caves, across the vast sea, she has found elements of what she seeks. Something beautiful.
And as the sun sets over the highest mountain tops, she discovers a vibrant light resembling the warmth of the setting sun. Her companion runs befo initial contact It was crowded. He had known the narrow streets would be crammed with bodies, had anticipated the turnout and the frenzy. Nevertheless, it bothered him. The contact with each passing individual – not out of choice, but simply because there was no other option – sent his mind reeling. Thievery had too many risks, but December had admitted that long ago. It was necessary.
All he could think of as he walked was his reputation. Up-and-coming. Any screw-up, any mistake, anything could send him sprawling to the bottom of the ladder he’d worked so hard to climb. It wasn’t easy. It hadn’t been easy, and it wouldn’t be easy, and—
Had he just been pickpocketed? The albino shoved his hands into his pockets. Something was missing; a familiar weight was absent. That stray took my pin! he realized suddenly, ruby eyes widening. A less pleasant familiarity settled in, that of a death sentence. His very ex Choose Your Own Adventure At birth, infant eyes get their first glimpse of life
Boy or girl, every child enters the world with one primary objective:
Create a name for themselves, and let that that name be defined by their choices.
Days pass, each one pulling every person a step further along their own path.
Eventually, eyes that once glimpsed the world for the first time will close for the final time.
Fate makes it so, thus all man can do is whatever they can to be content when fate arrives.
Good times, bad times, sad times, scary times, life is full of them and more.
However, every individual has the power to decide what times will dictate how they live.
It is a matter of will, a matter that all humans are given when their time along the living starts.
Joy, pain, anger, sorrow, all things that affect a person as much as their will allows.
Knowing what the future will hold is never part of fate's plan, though many wish it was.
Learning who one is and how they should exercise their will are the keys to fulfillm

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Thank you for the mention! I need to check out some of these other works