

Herr Doktor'Twas fear in the maiden's glassy eyes, as she, tuck'd between her russet bedclothes, pleaded with her father, "Father, do not allow the doctor to take away the only life I have left in me. I do not agree with this bloodletting." She would whisper, the aforementioned fluid spackling her agape lips, a hacking cough consuming lungs that were slowly fading. Her father, finding this perspicacity of medicinal talent irrelevant from his daughter, would shutter his eyes, unseeing through their oceans. He could only hold his daughter's ashen hand, reassuring the quiet being into a slumberous reverie. Assured of her sleep by the shallow breathing, risHerr Doktor


chapter oneAnd I'm tired of your regret. Washing over me until I am floating in its salty-love. A pretense that we need, want, have to have each other, when really we've both grown into beings that don't match the fairytale in each other's head. When I am not the posh, savvy girl that chatters on about life and everything, and you.. you are just you, the boy who no one can forget. I am just me, awash with books, buried in my head. How to come out is an instruction manual I have yet to read. Cold metallic arms embrace a warm, organic body, pulsing with heat and pain, hoping to give a little warmth to her Tinman in their ardent embrace.chapter one


eyelessTo watch is to feel, is to probe, is to know, for me. I see everything with flaming green eyes and pursed chapped lips. Eyes that will wander as they talk, will follow the hand movement as he brushes her arm, tucks his arm behind her. Her own slow lazy movements toward his shoulder, the nip she gives his shoulder. Watch once again as she pretends to hang on his every word and cut me out when my lips part with a flicker of tongue to cool the desert the pale pink tissue has become with neglect, only to close again with a solid rustle. I watch him enjoy it, her smothering attention.I watch him laugh, even though I know he'd never think it was treyeless


A Sea of WordsA sinking sensation, a swirling whirlpool, one that pulls all controlled thought into it, and the mind floats on the remaining sea of subconscious. To enjoy the flotsam in the waves is a true writer's privilege. Allowing themselves to let go of the single piece of wooden sanity, currents tugging greedily at their own being. It is dangerous, cradled in the warm, overwhelming wash of these waves. Most of the time our writers, through strenuous effort, tug themselves back on their wood, clinging to it with a fierce, almost desperate catch. But we watch one now, the little golden spot of salt water drenched hair. We watch her go under, as if herA Sea of Words
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a flower dropped a petal; this petal landed on a jumble twigs.
Hera, the jealous wife, bent down and touched this amalgam of natural beauty, bringing life.
here she is.
Each deserved the fave for different reasons(obviously), but excellent work all the same.
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