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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
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."
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
Guard!EnglandxChild!Reader - Breaking AttentionArthur Kirkland stood against the wall, his spine erect and his shoulders back. His chin was lifted, and the strap of his tall hat wrapped uncomfortably around it. Despite the summer heat and humidity, he was clad in a wool guardsman uniform. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he even felt it soak into his undershirt. He was used it, however; this was what he was required to do every day.
Arthur was a Queen’s Guard currently stationed on the westward side of Buckingham Palace. He didn't know the fellows that accompanied him on his wall, nor did he care to make their acquaintance. He would much rather let his mind wander to his childlike fantasies than associate with his own kind—or really any kind. He was a loner. He wouldn't deny it. But he didn't really mind. It seemed, to him, much less bothersome with no one around.
Arthur heard a voice that caused him to groan internally. A little girl's voice bounced off the wall behind him and into his eardrums. He hated childr
Eyeless Jack x Reader - Different Addiction.Jack sneered, slamming shut the freezer. He hoped by the time he ran out of the precious foods the media and cops would forget about him and his addiction to the organs. If they had the least bit of intelligence, people would be locked up tight in their homes with the police on speed dial and eight Life-Alerts around their necks. Grumbling he slipped on a pair of gloves and grabbed the slightly rusted scalpel and shoved it in his pocket before walking over to the high-tech, cordless radio he stole awhile ago. Flipping through random stations, he found one that seemed like a news channel a short time after.
"- This anonymous killer has been absent from the streets of (Hometown) for awhile now, but please be cautious when going out. Witnesses are saying this person looks to have on a blue mask covering his, and wearing all black. Saying that, please avoid going out outside at night, sin
Knowledge is Power (request)
Terrance was your massive, self-secluded bookworm. Every and any book you've heard or read yourself, he's read it twelve times over. His thirst for fantasies, immerse worlds and, more importantly, his will to learn showed no signs of stopping.
He was at the library on a fine Tuesday afternoon, checking out a stack of freshly pressed, and new books that the library had just gotten in. He slowly made his way towards the counter as if he were holding a glassful of water, trying not to spill a drop. At last, he heaved the stack of books onto the counter top with a loud enough thud to create a bit of shock through content readers.
"Welcome back, Terrance." The librarian said with a smile, since he was a well known regular.
"Hiya, Jillian." He replied with a slight sigh.
"I see you caught wind of the new releases we'd just gotten."
"Oh, you know me!"
She chuckled, "Let me go ahead and punch in some cards for these books right quick; they're still fairly new, after a
Prussia X Reader : Romeo and Cinderella
This could possibly, slightly be suggestive. Just a quick warning, my friend.
Please don't let our love turn out into a tragedy like it was for Juliet.
Take me away into your arms. It's all I ask of you.
You sat on your bed in the dark, talking on the phone to your long-time, boyfriend Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmit. He was one of the few people you could trust in this lonely world of yours. You often felt trapped and confined no matter where you were. Unless it was in his presence; then you felt that you could fly to the moon if you chose.
I say goodnight to both my father and my mother.
I hope they'll be able to dream of one another.
I think its time for all the grown ups to go to bed.
"So, what time is it, exactly?" Gilbert asked. "My phone screen refuses to turn on for whatever reason."
You laughed. "Its midnight. Are you ready?"
You could practically hear him smirking. "Let's do this." And with that, you zipped up the jacket you had been wearing, and snuck downstairs, past your
Mallory the MouthA young woman walked along by herself on the beach of a small, tropical island. She had just awoken and was leaving a large ship behind her. It had been quite a trip, and she had lost her only companion, and yet not a sad thought raced through her mind…
Quite definitely alone on the sunny beach, she happily glugged at a large jug of rum and smacked her exposed stomach as it filled with the drink. Even before she had taken her first sip that day, her girth was round and large. She herself was a bit plump, but her belly seemed particularly bloated.
It was quite clear that she had been wearing these same clothes for a while; outside of the colours fading, her brown pants were split down the side, and her belly spilled out completely under her red and white shirt. Even her generous breasts seemed like they were wiggling for freedom from the tight top; she’d obviously put these on at a time when she was a tad thinner. Even the bandana holding her dirty blonde hair in place had f
TG Caption This: Turned Into A Kitsune Deity
My sister and I panted as we continued our hike in the woods. Trees overshadowed us in all directions, which was our only saving grace. It had to have been like 90 degrees here, so I could just imagine how hot it’d be if the trees were not actually here.
“Why are we doing this?” asked my sister insistently. “Can we go home yet? I’m tired! I’m bored!”
Did I mention my sister was only 5? I, of course, am much older, almost 18. I guess you could say that my sister was a little “mistake” that happened.
“We’re almost there,” I said, trying to hide the fact that I was winded myself. We had to have hike for about 5 miles on this trail. Well, more I hiked 4 miles carrying my sister, she’s probably only walked one.
“Carry me!” she yelled. I sighed and leaned down for her to grab onto my back.
“Ow!” she yelled. I spun around, and there she was, her foot caught in a root. I pulled the root away a
Beatlemania (England x reader)Beatlemania
England x reader
"I can't believe they don't know who The Beatles are! and the only one who did know the band I was talking about had the nerve to call it their parents music. Wankers!" Arthur mumbles angrily to himself as he hurries down the hall to his locker. He had just finished his last class for the day, English. In that class they were told to bring in a song of their choice so they could do a literature analysis on it. Arthur himself chose his favorite Beatles song and typed up the lyrics and brought it in with him for the assignment only to find out that not many others brought in something for the class and barely anyone even knew who the Beatles were.
"And someone brought in a 'dubstep' song or whatever, how the hell are you suppose to make a literary analysis of that?! Theres no words in it!!" he grumbles to himself as he tosses his books in his bag. He sighs.
'I thought being a transfer student here would at least be somewhat entertai
ScotlandXchubby!reader: Will ye be my bonnie lass?ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS -3- except you...you belong to me...jk..jk... XD
I sat in a board trance listening to my geometry teacher blab on about triangles or something. I suddenly felt my butt buzz and I pulled my phone out to see that my Prussian friend texted me. "Come out by the boys locker room." It said
"Dude, that's all the way across campus, and the chub on my stomach proves I'm not a walker."
"I promise...you'll want to see this."
"I'll kill you if I don't like it."
"You will! Trust me!!"
"Alright, I'll be right there."
I put my phone away and raised my hand. "Excuse me sir...I feel like I'm going to throw up may I please go to the nurses office?" My teacher just nodded and I grabbed my bad and left.
"On my way." I texted Gilbert.
I'm a freshman at Gauken academy. My three best friends where Gilbert, Antonio and Francis, though they where all seniors. They've been my best friends ever since I was put in one of their science classes by mistake an
Laura's too fat to Close the Coffee Shop"Hey, as long as you're swinging by there, think you could get me a multigrain bagel and a crème cheese?" Becky piped up as she reclined on the couch squeezed into her favorite pair of pajama pants, "I'll pay you back."
"God Beck, you have like the best job ever." Emily whined as she grabbed her keys, "If I had your job, surrounded by coffee and cheesecake and cookies and scones and muffins all day? I'd weigh twice as much as you."
"Gee thanks." Becky said flatly, "But we're only allowed to eat on break. Management gets kinda pissy if you eat anything on the clock. Even from the waste bin."
"Uh-huh, and how would you know that?"
"So that's a multigrain bagel with crème cheese."
The last customer of the day sashayed her way out the door, her ridiculously complicated order in hand. It hadn’t seemed to bother their most irritating customer of the day that it had taken the poor girls ten minutes to carry out her unceasing line of requests. Two
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
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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