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NightOne can hear the whisper of the night
A subtle sound
A guiding light
The deer’s paws as they hit the ground
Rustling leaves respond from all around
A call of nature
It expresses no danger
One can see the painting of the night
The dotted stars
The moonlight’s bright
A simple canvas, no planes, trains, or cars
Illuminating the reach of nature’s might
In the sky there’s the distant Mars
A wondrous nightscape
Not a wound or scrape
One can hear the desecration of the night
A deafening sound
The animal’s fright
Motors screech and trees are downed
One can see the destruction of the night
No one sees destruction from afar
Now no one knows the beauty of the night
Can and OughtDoes ought imply can? Does can imply ought? Well, let's look at it from an English standpoint. When someone ought to do something, they are morally obliged to. When someone can do something, it means that they are physically capable of doing something. The two words ought and can obviously have different meanings.
Can someone commit murder? Yes. Is someone ought to? Generally, no. But that depends on the system of morals used. If one follows Hammurabi's code, if the victim commits murder, it is justified under the eye for an eye principle. If one follows Christianity, then they ought not to. If according to Mark, Lisa ought to do something that is within her physical bounds, but according to Jared, she ought not do it, does ought imply can? To Mark, can implies ought, but for Jared, can implies ought not. So, does can imply ought? It depends on the circumstances.
Say a deadly and incurable disease is killing off the human population. According to a humanitarian, someone ought to develo
2020The year was 2020 and Ray knew his type of folk almost were nonexistent. Their views were deemed as obsolete and part of the Old Way. Unable to communicate in the now common dialect of English, containing very little variety in vocabulary except for the originality of the obscenities used between every other word, his kind was generally looked down upon, shunned, or worse.
This kind, once looked upon as the upper class of an educated society, has now been cast off as nonconformists. As opposed to the newer generations who seldom read except for the closed captioning on televisions, these people knew and honored the classics. They knew a Beethoven piece from a Mozart, a Da Vinci from a Michelangelo, and a piano from an organ. Sure, they viewed movies and television shows, only not as much as a New Way person. The Archaics, as they were called by the members of the new society, or Currents, lived a life that they viewed as higher quality; in that they still had the p
The Poor Man's BurdenGive away the Poor Man's Burden
For avarice is a sin
If life's a race to heaven,
Then you're letting others win
Give away the Poor Man's Burden
It's a fair trade for what they own
When you end up more than six feet under
You'll take up a different tone
Give away the Poor Man's Burden
Making them pure will do the trick
But you will discover later
Who really got the short end of the stick
Give away the Poor Man's Burden
It's a good use of your time
Their vaults for you to steal
You're not the only one who's one committing that crime
VainMarty was a vain man. He grew up on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. He still lives there now. His parents owned a prospering law firm and made a lot of money. His parents passed their entrepreneurial prowess to him and it shows. He is the Chief Executive Officer of his own health care company. Obviously, he has always lived the material life.
One day, as Marty got out of his limousine right in front of his office, his empty coffee cup in hand, he noticed a young girl, about 18 years old. She had mousy brown hair and hazel eyes with a green tint. She held a bucket in one hand and a sign in the other. The sign read "Millions of people die from cancer each year. You can help."
"Please sir, help find a cure." She begged as he walked by. He just chuckled and dropped his empty coffee cup in hand. The girl's hopeful smile faded and was replaced by a frown. He walked into the building as if nothing had happened.
Marty spent the rest of the day doing dull paperwork and checking up on his empl
The Bowie Knife "What are you going to do, kill me? I'd like to see you try, Thomas!" Spat a bald man, obviously toughened up judging by the scar on his face that went with his bald scalp.
"That is my intent, Joseph!" Thomas sneered back with equal ferocity.
"Okay." Joseph put his hand behind his back and pulled out a pistol. "This should be interesting to watch. You don't even have a gun, only a silly little knife."
"This silly little knife has killed more people than you can imagine. It represents more than you and your pathetic gun can ever comprehend."
"Fine. Enlighten me. Show me the glory of your old decrepit Bowie Knife." Joseph challenged.
"This knife represents courage." Thomas explained as he was transported to twenty years earlier. He remembered meeting the abusive husband of the woman h
Impaled By One's Own SwordIf a dead corpse could show emotion, Todd's would show shock. He knew that Jasmine's father despised him, but he had no idea how much. He forced his spirit to move; to view the grotesque scene that was his house. Tables overturned, glass broken, a bloodstained carpet. Worst of all, his remains looked disgusting. The dried blood all over him lead to his chest. He saw a crescent blade with a ruby hilt the color of his blood.
Todd, furious used all of his ghostly willpower to go on a long trek. Of course, he did not notice the passing time as a ghostly essence. At last, he arrived at his destination during what looked like the dead of night. There, he passed a room where he knew quite well. The handcrafted sign on the door said Jasmine. He lingered there for a moment to remember the times he had with her. He slowly crept up into the room next door. There, he saw a man, obviously asleep.
La Noche TristeI never thought that it would come to this. My soldiers, my friends, are all dead. They were killed by the Aztec savages and their satanic deities. It should have been me. For I, Hernán Cortes, the leader, the oppressor, the conquistador, have been the real mastermind behind this terrible ordeal. We obtained gold, but at what price? This sad night, this noche triste, will live in infamy forever. But how did it happen? I have to think back to the events of the day.
After a week of debate, my advisors and I had decided to leave the city of Tenochtitlan due to civil unrest. We planned to begin our journey when the city was asleep; carrying all of our gold and what we brought with us. From there, we would swim across the canals and reach safety. If only we knew what would be waiting for us.
We spent the rest of the day preparing and briefing the soldiers for the escapade.
Finally, the moment of truth had arrived. We assumed that the Aztecs were asleep because there were no people on t
Brutal HonestyLeon constantly contemplated what his life would be like if he had never lied. Would he be sitting in this small jail cell that has been his "home" for the past month? Would he have never been charged with obstruction of justice and been sentenced for two months in prison? Would he be on good terms with the bureaucrats at the district attorney's office? He tried not to dwell on what could have been; but he just could not help himself. Leon can still remember every detail of why he went to prison.
As a young boy, Leon Smitherson was not a genius or a fool. He was average except in one area of his life. He often had a knack for trouble. He never went to look for it, for his father, a prominent fine arts enthusiast, would often coin expressions. "We would be fools if we thought that we had to search for mischief" was one of his father's favorites. Instead, trouble usually found its way to Leon. When havoc occurred, Leon would cover it up with lies, lies, and more lies.
When he was in Kind
Roman Runaway (Romano x Reader)
(Romano x Reader)
Song(s) to listen to, ‘Opus 33’ from Dustin O’ Halloran to get the full feeling of this story.
“FIND HER! WHERE DID SHE GO?!” I could feel my heart beat from within my chest as I ran towards freedom.
“A-almost there!” I called out airily as I proceeded to make it towards the large sign of the hotel we were staying at.
“I THINK I’VE FOUND HER! CORNER HER BOYS!” I looked behind me to see a large group of guards, at least ten of them.
Protect me my ass, these fools just wanted their pay.
“GAH!” I felt my body suddenly collide with the cold, icy, ground. I crawled my way o
Heir Loki x Baby readerThe night air was crisp as Loki casually strolled through some Midgardian woods. The full moon illuminated the bare trees and the snow covered ground, creating a very beautiful scenery; but there was one sound that shattered the sought after serenity, a baby’s wail- high pitched and annoying. Loki went on so deep in thought he remained oblivious to the wails that grew louder and louder. In fact he wasn’t pulled out of his mind until the source of the screaming was directly in front of him.
“Silence you mewling quim!” Loki bellowed as he glared at the child that could be no older than a year old. You quieted immediately and all tears in your (e/c) eyes seemingly dried up. Blood glistened in the moonlight against your (s/c) skin and led Loki to notice you were clad only in a diaper in freezing weather; a feat only capable by Frost Giants and Fire Fae as far as he knew.
“Where is your mother?”
You gurgled, causing the blood on y
Chitauri Loki x Baby readerTakes place between Thor and The Avengers.
Wind whipped all around Loki as he fell from the Bifrost. Darkness surrounded him and if it wasn’t for the fact he was blinking his eyes he would’ve never known they were open at all.
‘I’ll never be as good as Thor’ Was his last thought before he gave into the darkness completely.
“Who is he?” A female voice penetrated his mind and pulled him from his sleep.
“I am Loki of Asgard.” He piped in while the two Chitauri females before him jumped back at his sudden interruption.
“Our King would like to meet you.” They stated in unison after they recovered from their mild case of shock. Loki swung his legs over the side of the bed and followed the pair through large golden hallways until they stopped in front of gigantic double doors. They said nothing as they stepped to the side and motioned for him to go in.
“Loki of Asgard wel
narcissism (i can't get you outta my skin)she's fucking fantastic.
that girl, i mean. fucking fantastic. everything about her--greasy hair, cloudy irises, chapped lips. doesn't matter that she ain't model material or anything. her hipbones jut out just enough to touch mine when we fuck. her lips sure know how to dance better than her feet. and she's got this idea in her head that killed her, but i can't figure out just what it was.
her cat still circled my legs like i'm half prey half predator. orange tabby cat with no tail and a stubborn mouth, but she loves that thing to death. ironic.
she came from japan, you know. her mother came over when things were getting tough because she thought in america you were invincible and when she realized she was wrong she killed herself. boom--right in the head. she found her mother dead on the floor when she wasn't even three. the neighbors found her next.
so yeah. she's pretty fucking fantastic. she runs t
Death Battle: Luffy vs. Popeye
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was calm as a massive galleon cruised across the ocean's surface, its lion-head bowsprit and straw-hat wearing Jolly Roger noticeable anywhere. From its deck, one could hear merry music from a fiddle, and the members of the crew either singing or dancing along to it.
Joining them in the festivities was the captain of this ship known to all as "Thousand Sunny". That captain was none other than the famed Straw-Hat Luffy.
The song came to an end and the skeletal fiddler took a bow, his art complete. If he had a proper face, he would have smiled at the cheers.
“WOW!” Luffy said with a broad smile, “Play it again!”
Yet as the crew celebrated, a simple-looking steamboat was coming across their path up ahead. At first, the crew paid no mind to it. That all changed because, just when the skeleton was about to draw his bow across the
For What It's Worth [Daryl x Reader] Ch.6Your muscles clenched; your heart froze mid-heartbeat; and your breath choked in your airway as the deafening sound of a gunshot exploded into your ears. Your brain only had enough time to process the scream of a Walker before it went completely blank with shock; your ears were only able to register that sound at a muffled, almost unintelligible volume before they lost the ability to hear anything but a painful ring. Your eyes went wide, wider than fear had pried them before, but the blindfold rendered them as useless as your ears. You were deaf and blind...
But you were alive.
You were alive.
And that could be fixed. Easily.
With nothing but sheer panic at that realization to drive you and nothing but a nature cultivated to survival to guide you, your body shot into motion before your mind abandoned its shock. You weren't thinking about whether or not the men would see you. You weren't thinking about whether or not your actions were futile. You weren't thinking at all. Your bod
Coming Home for Christmas20th December
“It really is very kind of you to have me staying for Christmas this year, Karen – with your father passing on this year, I didn’t want to be alone.”
Karen smiled as she pulled up outside her flat, and turned off the engine of her Skoda Octavia. “It’s my pleasure Mum – the last thing either of us needs is a Christmas where we feel sad. Come on – I’ll show you the new flat.”
Karen smiled as her mother got out of the car. For a woman in her sixties, she still looked remarkably good, her greying hair cut into a short bob as she walked over the cobbles and onto the pavement. Gail was wearing a black leather jacket, v-necked jumper and a grey blouse with a frilled front, dark trousers and short black boots.
As for Karen, she was wearing a black military style jacket over a dark round necked top, grey pants and knee length brown boots, the legs of her pants covered by the tan leather.
hives.things i've done since i left you:
written a book.stopped self harm.cut my hair off.stopped sleeping.made myself get a B average.started/stopped smoking. we were a mess. you were the one to tell me that i was perfect, and i believed you right up until i didn't. that happened about the same time as me realizing that i did't want to be perfect. i decided that i would rather be like the stars (almost chaotic and always beautiful) and i guess you decided you'd rather be like the Dust Bowl; always moving. Always destroying.
things you've done since i left you:
started drinking again.stopped thinking about college.continued to love me, even though i asked you not to.broke promises.
you told me that i promised to never leave you, but that's not true. see, i swore to always love you, and i'm sure i always will. the ground and the galaxy are just so far away, you see, and our arms aren't long enoug
Shopping for Ebony“Come along ladies, see how we can make you look a new woman!”
The shoppers were looking with mild interest at the cosmetic stand in the department store, one of many on the shop floor. The two assistants were wearing grey dresses with capped sleeves and a thin black belt around their waists, and knee length black leather boots, while red scarves were tied around their necks.
“So what sort of style are we talking about here?”
The two women looked at the tall, good looking dark skinned woman standing in front of the counter. She must have been at least six foot tall, and had the body of a model, the black sheath dress fitting her like a glove. The sides were sparkled, and the material ruffed, while she was also wearing a pair of over the knee black suede boots with a three inch heel and a black leather jacket.
“Take a seat madame,” the first woman said, “and tell us your name.”
“Janice,” she said as she sat do
The TripTy had an ordinary life. He had normal hopes, normal friends, and normal parents. However, once a year, his dad took a mysterious trip to who knows where. Whenever he asked his dad about the trip, his father would jump into a soliloquy about personal sanity. Ty would always think that his dad, a renowned philosopher and author, was just having an idea about his next book. This pattern would repeat for a few years until Ty was thirteen.
One summer morning, Ty was awoken by an incessant repetition of his name. "Ty, Ty, wake up!" The voice sounded familiar, so he woke up to find his dad by his bedside dressed in an unusual assortment of clothes. A pair of hiking boots, a netted hat, and a tan vest was being sported by the man who considered going to the diner a black tie formal event. "Ty, I need you to get dressed in outdoor clothes and get ready to go on a journey," his father instructed.
"Wait, what? Why? Where are we going?" Ty inquisitively replied.
"You will see when we get there."
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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