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1. BeginningsMy name is Juliette. I am 15 years old. I live in Paris, France. Today my parents let my boyfriend come over for once. I should be happy, right? Wrong.
We are all huddled around the television, eyes widened in horror. The people at NASA must have made some horrible mistake. There is just no way. They said the end of the world as we had known it for so long was coming to an end. That a large chunk of rock had crashed into the moon and sent it hurdling towards Earth. That at the very least, everyone in Europe, Asia, and Northern Africa would be dead. All in the next hour. I don't want to die.
My father, Louis, switches off the television and speaks in a loud, clear yet excruciatingly solemn voice,
"Shall we go watch?"
I wrap my arms around Adrien, crying. He lifts me off the ground and follows my father out the door. I look up and see it. The moon seems to cover the sky, blocking out all the stars and any hope of survival. I begin to cough, all of us are. My parents are embracing each ot
Men of StoneWine swirling down granite throats
Meat churning in marble bellies
Tonight we dine and dance
With lively men of stone
In the morning stone men will sail
The battered king to Ithaca shores
Who dreams of wife and son
Stone men return him home
Stone men will leave his homeland
And Earthquake will strike them down
Eternity in an oceanic kingdom
Forever men of stone
A Day for HuntsKhaota grabbed Kereio's shoulders and flipped him over so he was completely pinned under her. She giggled and bit his nose.
"Are you still sure you want to go hunting?" she teased.
"It's tempting to say no," he paused, kissing her, "but I haven't gone hunting with you in a long time."
She giggled again and got off of Kereio. She walked to the closet where they kept their weapons, and tossed him his bow and quiver. She slung hers over her shoulder and clipped four daggers to her belt.
"Thinking we're gonna run into more trouble, dearest?", Kereio asked gently.
"No. I always bring these."
She took him by the hand and led him outside. Together they stalked through the pine forest, picking off birds, rabbits, and deer. After several hours, they took some of the game, skinned and gutted it, and cooked it over a fire that Kereio had built. Khaota wandered around and searched for plants that they could eat. She whistled for Jira and Xailyr to bring the game back to their hive, and surely with
Short PoemHer eyes return my gaze,
A gentle “Hello” at first glance.
Those chocolate brown coloured eyes,
So full of love and compassion.
Without a sound from my lips,
A solitary cry escapes.
Her serene marble-like stare,
cross our paths
for their effects
every poem begins with sometimes
every dream begins with maybe
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