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Fallen Apples by LAHB, literature

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Fallen Apples

It was a storm to end the world. Verdigris hung thick and dense like fog in a valley upon the forest of bronze soldiers frozen for time immemorial in some titanic struggle in the vast lawn-space resting at the foot of Mark Wringler’s imposing mansion. Rain roared down like fire belched from the throat of some ravening dragon, searing the large statues with its thundering might. The apples trees thrashed about in rage, shaking gnarled branches at the heavens for smiting them with such a hellish downpour. Lightning rent the sky asunder, crackling amidst the clouds and throwing sparks among piles of dry lives as casually as a child discard

Tomorrow's Demons Part 10 End by LAHB, literature

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Tomorrow's Demons Part 10 End

Dear father Alain, Please mail this to the post. Your son, Alphonse Dawnay I would like to believe- especially in these troubled times when or nation’s rulers are at war with the very people they claim to represent- that we all live our lives for a purpose, whether that purpose, that goal is one we set ourselves or one that others lay before us. I dedicated my life to a hunt. I sought to capture a killer, a brigand. I sought to bring down Le Spectre. But now I must wonder if I was not chasing after shadows, chasing after a man- a thing- which did not exist. Many will ask how this can be, when I myself reported Le Spectre dead th

Tomorrow's Demons Part 9 by LAHB, literature

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Tomorrow's Demons Part 9

Damien grimaced. Curse it all. Anyone who could be accused of supporting revolution would, along with a handful of others who could not. Dozens, hundreds of lives consigned to the guillotine. If he stayed, he would be among them. The invaders would find more than enough evidence to accuse that quiet, dark-haired man, and even Le Spectre could not defeat an entire regiment of French Soldiers. Oh well. What do I owe this place, anyway? I could never settle down, not even with the small fortune Le Spectre amassed. He’s still a part of me; his heart beats with mine, his hand guides mine. We are one. We always will be. We are I. “Si

Tomorrow's Demons Part 8 by LAHB, literature

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Tomorrow's Demons Part 8

“No word on Le Spectre yet?” Alphonse asked. The man sitting opposite him sighed, and asked, “No. You know that there’s been no word on him for weeks. Either he’s dead, or he’s given it up.” “Or he’s just been inactive,” Alphonse interjected. “If you don’t mind my asking, sir, with revolutionaries demonstrating in the streets and the country moving toward civil war, what is with this fixation on Le Spectre?” “Gregoire… I can’t explain it,” the small man shuffled in his seat, smoothing down his neat trousers and brushing an imaginary speck of dust from hi

Tomorrow's Demons Part 7 by LAHB, literature

Facebook Philosophy- Episode 1 by LAHB, literature

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Facebook Philosophy- Episode 1

8:39pmFran time seast to egsist but what about the thery that alions put a stradon dna or and organism that evolved into us the if they werree alive timew existed befor us 8:40pmLuke Where did the aliens come from? No, think about this: Time is just the fourth dimension, no different than width, depth, or height, except in that we cannot travel freely in it 8:41pmFran idk were they came from but maby thats the idea or way of finding were we came from thats true 8:41pmLuke Think of it as a visible space, not an abstract concept 8:42pmFran so time always existed we just started the actual recording when we enterd it and maby we

Tomorrow's Demons Part 6 by LAHB, literature

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Tomorrow's Demons Part 6

Unfortunately, when one enters the world for the first time without the shelter and protection of a parent or the comfort of a home, beginning is the most difficult part. When a thousand paths branch out before one’s feet, none can tell which road will lead to which end. So it was with Alain. After gaining a measure of freedom and control over his life- albeit bound by his promise to Alderic- the boy had no idea how to begin. He spent the better part of that day wandering the streets aimlessly, lost in reminiscences of the past and dreams of the future. This winding path ended at the Silver Saber Inn. It was a modest two-story structure

Tomorrow's Demons Part 5 by LAHB, literature

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Tomorrow's Demons Part 5

Such a cruel turn of events in a life already marred by sorrow and hardship would seem to most random and undeserved, but while it certainly was the latter, an explanation for Damien’s sad story can be found if one looks back to the beginning. His story, however, began as many do: long before he was born. Alain Dawnay had always had an easy lot in life, though he personally did not think so. On the one hand, Alain had never wanted for the finer things in life- or, rather, his desire had never been left unappeased- but he found great woe in other aspects of life; his career, love, and future in general. His grandfather had amassed a huge

Tomorrow's Demons Part 4 by LAHB, literature

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Tomorrow's Demons Part 4

Once a month, however, Damien’s mother would leave him to play amongst the other street children, and go into the city. He did not know where she went, and never thought to ask. He was careful to watch himself around the other children: Something in them frightened him. Their emaciated arms, haunted eyes, and hollow cheeks made them look like corpses raised from death. Somehow, Damien sensed that this should not be so, for though neither he nor his mother worked, the boy could not remember ever having been wanting for basic necessities; he always had new clothes when the old were too ragged or filthy to be worn, and food enough to sustai

Tomorrow's Demons Part 3 by LAHB, literature

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Tomorrow's Demons Part 3

The thought of his mother had still been uppermost in his mind when Damien had answered the merchant. But now, he was thinking of something she had once said to him, something that had hidden in a remote corner of his mind from years before. “Damien, honesty is a thing all too rare in this world. It serves an innocent user, like a blade that can only cut away the wickedness in others.” And so, the boy had shaken his tousled black hair from his eyes and stared defiantly up at the merchant. “Yes. I am afraid.” The other chuckled in his deep, basset voice. “Good answer. I would be too. It’s a dangerous world we li

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God's Devils by LAHB, literature

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God's Devils

We stand, a morbid line, and wait. Stand beneath the palm of fate. Color washed out of barren grey skin, Washed from the hills and darkened day Like watercolors in a rainfall A thousand wishes we cannot say Trapped in a silent call. The air is heavy with the hushed dreams Of hushed souls Shivering at heaven’s gate Awaiting a fate Neither preordained nor contained In their hearts. They beat as one; The hearts of old men and young men And good men and bad men And then They are stilled. How are we To be judged after we are killed By the pendulum of time? Are not all men struck down Do we not all live lives of lie and

Catch 22.2 by LAHB, literature

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Catch 22.2

Part I It was a day quite as boring as any other. Joe- Hungry Joe, he was called- had returned from a trip home the day before, and was amusing Yosarrian and Huckabee with tales of his mother’s antics; “She’ll ask me: ‘How’s sweet old Dunbar?’” “Ah,” said Yosarrian, nodding sagely, “She gets sarcastic.” “Or: ‘How’s sweet old Huckabee?’” he continued. “Then she gets really sarcastic!” chuckled Dunbar, as he trotted over to join them. “Are you saying I’m not sweet, you… you… little…. You little bastard?” growled Huckabee,

Repeat Repetitive Relapse by LAHB, literature

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Repeat Repetitive Relapse

Repeat Repetitive Relapse. Going through the motions. I see my arms push aside the air before my face. I just don't know why. Trapped. Caught in a world, not of my own choosing. A pawn on an empty chess board. Each other figure so chillingly similar. Yet so different. Each smooth marble surface was cut by the same hand, Stands on the same board. Yet can those cold, blank, unseeing faces Truly feel as I do? Repeat Repetitive Relapse. Falling, Falling back into the world I tried to escape. Tumbling head over heels In love. Trust. Ultimately, there is that trust. My love tells me that though I have fallen for you And tha

How Love Dies by LAHB, literature

Shadows by April Epps by LAHB, literature

Poetry by LAHB, literature

Infinitely Complex by LAHB, literature

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Infinitely Complex

Why are all these people so complicated? Can't they see I should be the center of it all? I mean, I can think and breathe and talk all at once. I am an infinitely complex being, a conglomeration of hate and love and spite and envy and pettiness and joy and thought and wonder. Can't they see that my heart is a bottomless void, that my every change in mood shapes the world around me? Can they be so wise, so kind, so cruel, and so wise? Surely not. No such being can exist; such an illogically logical misconstrued construction of vice and virtue would crumble beneath the cold hard simplicity of the world. So why don't they make sense? I mean, I

Tomorrow's Demons Part 1 by LAHB, literature

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Tomorrow's Demons Part 1

Inquisitive eyes, piercing blue like a shadow of the sea passing into night, peered out from beneath black locks that had set more than one heart aflutter. Their owner was all but invisible, stooped in a craggy recess that, though the sun had only begun to sink below the horizon, was already shrouded in the blackness of night. He had been waiting for the better part of an hour, making no discernible sound or movement that might attract watching eyes. Now, his target was close, and his patience at last failed him. The man stepped from his hiding with the litheness of a cat, blue eyes roving restlessly. He was standing at the bottom of a smal

Tomorrow's Demons Part 2 by LAHB, literature

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Tomorrow's Demons Part 2

They had cooperated, of course. They always did in the end. In his days, Damien had killed dozens. The unusual weapon he wielded had become known and feared as his signature tool: Damien’s ‘katar’. So far as he knew, it was the only one in France. It had been given to him more than a decade earlier, when Damien was still a boy. He had gone down to market with his mother; they often did so, for even though they lacked the money to buy anything, Damien still enjoyed watching the merchants and travelers, and looking at the unusual balms and contraptions being sold for easily double their actual worth. He used to stare wide-eyed

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Dec 7, 2008

What is the World?

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Do we live in a book? Go through each day as a turning page, each chapter marked in clear unquestionable print? I thought it would be better that way. But now I have to wonder, maybe life is too complex to be a book, the neat, ordered lines of type stretching on and down to the distant conclusion of the page. Maybe life is a library, a library for the dyslexic. Each book alike in it's nature, yet incredibly different in its contents. A library, organized only by outward sameness, and only the boldest of us become the librarians of this ancient place, reorganizing the stacks of books by what they hold, by what they truly mean. Only a select fe

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Dec 5, 2008

Devious Journal Entry

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Live your life with passion. Care about it and everything and everyone. Don't you believe you should be the best person you can be, even if no one is going to stand there and give you kudos for it?

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