*This part is for newbies. Skip down to the dashes if you already know this stuff.*
Okay, so first of all, a zombie is a reanimated corpse that lurches around looking for human flesh. Different breeds may be reasoned with, or even "cured" back to the original personality. However, the most typical zombies:
-Are incoherent. They will not be reasoned with or threatened.
-They don't sleep.
-They seem to like brains, but most will settle for a nice hunk of your flesh.
-The come in different speeds, from crawling to shambling to running. Most are shambling along at a slow slow walk.
-They do not drown or asphyxiate.
-Some will burn easily w
The next morning I woke up with a beam of sunlight hitting my scaled face. At first it felt so warm and inviting that I just laid there soaking it up. I shifted a bit and then I felt damp. Morning dew from the cold night air coated my whole body. I slowly got to my four feet and shook myself, tossing the dew off me. I split my maw wide in a large yawn and looked around, seeing that Claw was already gone.
"I wonder where he took off to?" I asked myself.
I just stretched out my whole body, extending my wings out and flapping them a little bit to get the blood out into them. Once I was all set,
Why give fate so much power? by Kizin-of-kaplumba, literature
Literature
Why give fate so much power?
Fate is a strange thing.
If something amazing happens its called fate,
if something out of the ordinary happens then it is called fate,
if something horrible happens then it is called fate.
In the dictionary fate is described as being "something out of a persons control."
Does this mean that everything that we have no control over is fate?
If a plane goes down that was filled entirely with primary school children, would you call it their fate?
While discussing it with others around you would you say "Well, I guess it was fate."?
I certainly hope you would not.
If you would, about any tragedy, then you disgust me.
How can you clin
Morning came a lot faster than I thought. The sounds of birds chirping woke me up, as did the sound of my tent being unzipped. I looked out from the safety of my sleeping bag and saw Claw's muzzled face looking back at me.
"Morning Farm," he said with a smile that showed off his very white and sharp looking teeth, "Time to wake up, pack up and start your real vacation."
I let out a groan. I didn't really want to go through with his plan for my vacation. Running around in the woods seemed like something I'd both not enjoy and be lots more work. I just huffed a bit and climbed out of the sleeping bag and the tent as he backed up a bit, sti
I took two steps toward the stones
the wind shrieked through a tree
all the warmth had been abandoned
a dream had captured me.
Between the old graves stood a new one
it was white, straight and fresh
On which your name could be noticed
letters darker than your flesh.
It brought me back to just one summer
when every girl took my eye
but never could have figured
how quickly you would die
I stood there with the fallen
mourning through the night
with shame filling up my cheekbones
because I'd lost you from my sight.
That first half of the semester was fun. That first day was something, I walking into work and Debbi thought I was a different dragon and tried to shoo me out from behind the desk. I was able to explain to her that I was me and after a little evidence proving my claims, personal info and all that goes a long way. She asked me if she could expect any more alterations to my body.
"I hope not. I'm tired of it myself," I told her, finally relaxing after a long and tense interrogation session.
Once I was proven to be me, she showed me off to the other employees to make sure they all knew of my new looks so there wouldn't be any confusion. It d
It was only a matter of time
I knew what I got into
And I just waited in line
Can anyone justify
the fall of another man?
Can you speak between the lines
and tell me that you can.
No matter, it's all in good politics.
You fight you way to the top
Or just end up there at the startBut a fall will come with the
changing of the seasons.
And that fights you fought
and that fights you won
Will end in a final decision
No matter if you're right or wrong
Or if you're not the only one
You'll end up at the bottom again
It's good politics, my friend
And once they see all you've done
You'll find you're not the only one
Monster, cheat