generations of worshippers
kneeled whispered and wore the
dome of their cathedral down
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generations of worshippers
kneeled whispered and wore the
dome of their cathedral down
He looked over the people in the grocery store: a mother feeding her child… a group of chatting schoolgirls… an old lady arguing with the sales person, her husband patiently waiting nearby…“Wicked Jews! You took our land!” passed through his mind as he pressed the button on his explosive belt.
I like this one.Quote:
Originally Posted by lavendar1
It brought a smile to my face…and I wasn’t in the mood for smiling.
Thanks Lavendar1. :)
I had to be there again. I went in the night. My bones were cold as I drove alone over the forgotten hills to Marquette Lane. Into the forest I stepped, and silence sealed me in. Then I found it, the very spot. Over sacred leaves, I wept.
He loops his arm around my waist and guides me onto the porch. We sit shoulder to shoulder on the edge of the brick and cement square. I lean on him and let out a sigh, his scent mingling with the January – but too warm to feel like January – air.
In his bedroom, the man sat straight in the chair by the open window that overlooked a black, cloudy night. He had a small wooden inlaid box on his lap.
The man thought he could get rid of the memories by simply burying them.
The underground parking structure was dark. The five levels where kept cool by a system of cold water running through pipes pumping their contents through the entire underground structure. The first floor was filled with pens containing goats, chickens, and bicycles.
The couple entered looking for help. With their car abandoned just a mile away, they were stranded. The house was dark, not lived in. The assumption that because no one lived in this house meant there were no residents was to assume too much. The door slammed shut from the wind. It was jammed, maybe locked. The youngsters were the newest residents.
A yellow brown snake shone, a bright exclamation point in the moonlight.
The bird, smelling of dust and black, landed next to what she thought was the rippling gleam of water.
The snake's teeth failed to catch the bird; its smooth gums slid over the bird's scaly leg as it exploded into the sky in a flurry of blurs and feathers.
The snake relaxed back into his tight coil, patient as still water.
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Okay, that was 73 words, do I get a penalty?:biggrin5:
He can hear them coming. The foot steps are heavier now then before. Their breath is so close he can touch it. It's so deadly quiet.. Any moment now, "DINNER'S READY!" Little Johnny puts down the gamepade with his sweaty hands and dashes towards the peoppori pizza.
The dying rose fought his death, convinced he was the only figure of beauty. Until one storming day, the clouds broke and the sun beamed upon a sprouting tree. The dying rose then knew, that beauty was not his alone to hold and he took his final breath.
I listened to a cucumber as I ate Elvis for lunch. The aliens are looking for me, but he was tasty and it was worth it. So much for him still being alive. Why be ordinary?
As he walked into to the court, he looked perfectly calm. Still, inside he was crying, for ignorance and stupidity of man. He spoken calmly, but he seemed to be cold-blooded killer. As he was stated guilty, he only sighed silently. In his last days, he had only one thought: Why?
And while he sat down to the chair, finally one tear dropped from his eye.
"Are you listening?"
"Please, why are you ringing me?"
"Because I chose you....."
Her ragged breath like static on the line then dead air as she hangs up for the thousandth time.
Behind her faintly lit window he sees her staring into the gloom before walking back into her kitchen.
I was baptised, married, and burried: always with the priest to see it through. Who ties his shoes in the morning?