The trip down was uneventful. The stairs were steep, and narrow, and occasionally crumbled away by time or intent, it was hard to tell and aside from some faded carvings along the wall, there was little to look at until he reached the bottom. There, the staircase ended in a solid rock wall, with only a small, stalagmite shaped protrusion to adorn it. It seemed natural for Kyte to grab at the protrusion, and when he did, the rock wall slid sideways, with hardly any more noise than a scampering rat.
Outside the stairway, a spiders web of limestone and granite hid the door and Kyte very well from any casual pas
The Hiss of Air Escaping by zephyrkinetic, literature
Literature
The Hiss of Air Escaping
My parents live in a house with a big field behind.
That field is bordered on two sides by trees, and as a child, I'd walk through it.
Eating at a Japanese grill today, I remarked how the sound of meat cooking on the flat-top so closely resembled that of wind through long grass, and far-off leaves.
It's that pleasant white noise, like a transmission with no signal;
of sand poured in a steady stream;
a downpour on the windows, heard half-awake.
I could have sweet dreams in a hibachi, I think.
I dance in clown shoes. by zephyrkinetic, literature
Literature
I dance in clown shoes.
You compose your conversations.
Fitfully gesturing with whatever you hold,
ending arguments with a flourish.
Make a point, now whirl, quickly.
Make it impossible to counter with your unpunctuation.
You duck and weave, spin, sidestep, pirouette:
One, two, one, two, faster, harder, stronger.
You leave me confused and two steps back,
just far enough behind to appear lost and unsure.
And if I catch up, if I make a point,
you spin again, a trail of words falling like pixie dust
as you make your escape.
And as you storm out, you slam the period behind you,
Ending your sentence with a door.
And I must follow you, my thuds down the sta
Hi, I'm Nate. I'm the father to a lovely little girl (she's the one in the fedora up there), and the husband to a gorgeous woman.
I'll quickly and gleefully correct your grammar, explain why Star Trek sucks in comparison to Star Wars, and show you the other other way to beat the first castle in Super Mario World.
For the life of me, I can't ever think of a good enough reason to become active 'round here again. I don't have the time, true, but I frankly don't really care anymore.
I looked through my watched deviants, the art they've submitted; I don't care. It's all scantily-clad women and anime. I've changed too much since I was even last a real member here. And even when I was, I guess I never really got it. I'm a writer, and that just barely. I don't really have a place here. I've spent the last few years posturing, trying to look the part, and the whole time I've cursed those who do the same thing.
I've made my friends. I've found out what I real
She's seen the sun from all sides: 360 degrees, 365 days. The trees have all budded, flowered, died, and come back to life. She made it a year.
In normal circumstances, my mind's eye loses clarity after a year. Memories darken, fade, lose focus. Not this. The moment of her birth is still fresh in my mind. I couldn't be prouder.
We gave her cake on Tuesday, and again on Saturday, which she took her time daintily destroying. Pictures of that to come. We also started the project I've been wanting to do, wherein she'll paint a picture every year on her birthday. Maybe I'm biased, but I think it looks great, and 17 years from now, we'll have a f
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