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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
Wait till the Bass Drops! TG
Kazuto loved dub step, no he adored dub step from the snares to the chilling base drop just gave him the feels. After all who can't resist Skrillex, Knife Party, Waterflame, and Flux. Dub step was so amazing to Kazuto that he shared it everywhere, from social network to just showing his friends and soon all the boys in his school were listening to the form of electronic music. Whenever a new album or EP came out the boys would rush to iTunes or GooglePlay to buy it or even preorder the EP.
Kazuto sat at the stairs of the library at his school watching the boys share earbuds and headphones, when a smile crossed his 14 year old face. Kazuto was 5'9, average muscle for his age, light brown hair around medium-short length just enough that it hung off his head and swayed in the wind, he had bright aqua eyes, and an athletic build to him. He liked to play soccer at break and lunch, but more or less listened to dub step with his friends.
So he smiled as
New School New You TG
Rin hated this idea. The idea of a move, a move between countries at that. His parents were after all Japanese, but that didn't mean he had to move there. He would lose his friends, his life, and hell even his school! That's how much he hated the idea. But despite his protests his parents did not oblige, they just brushed him off and told him to pack for the flight.
Inside his room, Rin stuffed his clothes, chargers for electronics, and other "personal" items as he huffed to himself, "Why must they decide my life for me!" His eyes shot to the door as footsteps grew louder. He zipped the suitcase and his dad appeared in the doorway, "Hey son." He said plainly.
"Hey Dad." Rin's eyes looked away and back to the suitcase as his medium length black hair whipped into his eyesight. Rin was 15, a sophomore in high school, he had a athletic build despite his heritage from japan. He was 6'0 and weighed 189 lbs. Yet he didn't like to run nor play soccer, in fact he was
The Note TG
Hiro watched the bustling streets as cars passed and pedestrians walked. He loved the city, he loved the atmosphere, the new places to explore, and the way of life. Because of these reason he decided to live in a metropolis: Tokyo, Japan. He got up stretching from the hard bus bench he was sitting on and said, "Where to next." Hiro was 20 just graduated from college, he wore geeky glasses, messy blonde hair sat upon his scalp, he wasn't muscular nor athletic, he was school-smart which didn't make him good with girls. Yet he retained a positive attitude despite how bad his social life was. He did though work for Apple because of his Master Degree in Electronics at MIT which allowed him to travel to Japan for his job.
He sighed as he walked to his favorite restaurant; Ukaitei. On his way there a sudden gust of wind blew a certain piece of paper into Hiro's face.
"What the hell!" He exclaimed snatching the paper off his face. "What's this?" He wonde
TG Caption This: Magic Mirror
It had been a year since I had seen her, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from closing the distance at a run and embracing her. My sister, Kirsten, tried to do the same; except that she was wearing the most absurd costume I had ever seen and probably would have fallen on her face if she had tried. I didn’t care that there were other people watching, I didn’t care about how stupid we would look.
Like a fluffy little ferret or a little dog, Kirsten was mostly fluff and little else, and I scooped her up without difficulty. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried into my shirt, sniveling. “I’ve missed you so much, big brother!” My sister was eleven, a full seven years younger than I was, and our close friendship would probably have seemed improbable or even bizarre to anyone who didn’t know what had created it.
“I’ve missed you too, Kir,” I said, like the beginning of the word “iridium” with a “k
Gaea the Goddess 5 (WG) Final"So who are you, really?"
The chubby ninja pouted as she sat there in the center of Gaea's room, her arms strapped behind her back and her legs held together by several constricting vines. Her pudgy belly, round and fluffy like a bowlful of pudding, splayed itself over her lap. The goddess tapped her on the head with one finger.
"Are you hiding a cyanide pill in there? Come on, open up!"
"W-What? Of course I'm not! I wouldn't let myself die! I wouldn't normally get caught in the first place!" snapped the ninja, and then she frowned, "It's just...I..."
"You didn't expect we'd cut open your girdle, huh?" Gaea replied, raising an eyebrow.
The ninja sighed. "No...and I'd been trying so hard to hide it too..."
Tabitha stepped forward to speak. "I know her. She's from the same guild as me."
"Tabitha, you can't go and spill a ninja's secrets! It's against the code! I'll be beheaded when I return home!"
"You're not a ninja! Last time I saw you a few years back, you were one of my fan-girls!" T
Death Battle: The Heavy vs. Jinx
TFP: We've analysed the comments and finished comparing the weapons and abilities of these two iconic heavy gunners of Free to play PC games.
Jake: NOW IT’S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!
TeuFort, the primary battleground between the two rivaling organizations, the Builders League United also known as BLU and the Reliable Excavation Demolition also known as RED.
Recently however a few of the mercenaries that were hired by these two companies had to deal with new enemies from some organization known as the United Assassins Association. The RED Soldier had recently returned from his fight with a certain "communist" and had been telling his fellow men at arms the story of the heroic battle.
However these fights with the assassins did little to hinder the ongoing war between the REDs and the BLUs and after a short minute of cease fire the carnage at TeuFort resumed. W
Fairy tail, picnic wedgies, commissionFor the members of the magic guild of Fairy Tail, not every single day is devoted to training or fulfilling missions. There are those days, when the world is peaceful and not about to explode in a storm of fire, than the members of this group decide to enjoy some time off. Visits to other towns or villages, days drinking in the bar...each member has his or her way of using her time off.
After their little “incident” with the bet, Mirajane had decided to calm things down with a small picnic next to one of the town’s nearby forests. The area was famous for the softness of its grass, the shade of the big trees next to it and the gentle elevations at its sides. Many of the town’s inhabitants spent mornings and evenings there, with friends and loved one’s and that was exactly what Mirajane was planning to do. The young, white-haired woman dressed in a comfortable long, red dress, prepared enough silverware and food to feed an army and then invited her friends t
An Apple A Day (Warning: Death)A year ago the world was overpopulated.
Places that had previously only contained a small amount of people at a time had become so full it was difficult to go a few feet without needing to push past someone.
If you lived in one of the more populated areas you may have needed to sleep standing up, surrounded by strangers as everyone you knew had been swept away in the crowd.
Places that had once been completely deserted had suddenly gained a population. People moving to burning hot deserts and icy cold Antarctica to escape the mob of people continuing to grow.
Then a month ago it stopped.
The population started slowly decreasing.
People started dropping dead in the street.
Everyone is dying and people are calling it a miracle.
Does no-one else notice the strangeness of this situation?
A helicopter appears in the sky, apples falling from it like hundreds of tiny bombs.
Each member of the crowd grabbing one fruit each. After a few weeks of the helicopters visits everyone quickly learned n
Vore Tournament 2-Battle #7: Tali vs. Catwoman
The Newcomers and the Neophytes were a little surprised when they heard that the tournament was being brought back from the dead, but they decided to return anyway. Some weren’t happy about it, but others were. Rosalina and Elsa were happy to be reunited, and Anna was happy to see them together, but other than that, there wasn’t too much joy. The girls entered the voting room once again and sat down in the seats provided. The TV turned on again, and Jason was there as always, sipping some coffee from his favorite mug. “Well, it’s nice to see you girls again. I hope you’re ready for what lies ahead. Anyway, after resetting the polls, I got plenty of votes, and so we shall begin. Newcomers, you’re up.” The lights in the room turned off and spotlights for the Newcomers turned on. “Alright, starting us off with only one vote is…Merida. You’re safe.” Merida smiled as her spotlight turned off. “Next up, with four votes,
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."
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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