TormentI think I must be evil,For my mind is full of hate;A twisting poison weevil,My darkest heart has ate.Consumed by fury,Fighting to be free;My happiness I buryBeneath a twisted tree.And nestled in the branchesOf my knotted horrid mindI've seen a face that blanchesTo see my thoughts unkind.I cannot stop the rageCoursing through my veins;A war of anger waged,As madness takes the reins.I'm sinking in a mire,A fearful twisted fate;Crawling through the fireOf a hunger I can't sate.
In the Tower WaitingIn a hallOf granite coldA lady waitsGrowing old.Trapped withinThe tallest towerSeeking freedomShe counts the hour.For when her princeWill come to say"Let down your hairAnd come away."They'll flee the forestTwo spirits brightAnd cast no shadowIn the nightTo be togetherUnder the moonThe stars look down It will be soon.And there is ridingUpon a horseA figure princelyHer hero, of course.
The Little KingOnce upon a time,there was a little king;who wore a little crown(that actually was a ring).And he rode a little steed:A furry, fuzzy, bunny,that gave a hop and boundto make him look so funny.His little wand a matchstick,his little cape a scrapfrom a patchwork quilt—he made a dashing chap!
Virtual Earth Chapter 1 The sound of the twin jet engines died away to be replaced by a profound silence, made all the more jarring for the lack of human activity. Descending the steps to the tarmac below, Lisa Wong looked around sadly at L.A.'s abandoned International Airport. A whisper of wind blew dead leaves and long discarded trash across the sun warmed runway, and somewhere in the distance small birds could be heard singing; it was a scene painfully familiar to Wong. It was the same at all the airports across the nation—across the world. Even knowing what to expect, it was still heart wrenching to see. To think that such central points of human activit
AO Comic Script 8 -Outdated-Chapter 8: Crash Course#1 A shot of Savanna and Orange sitting in a small dim room.#2 Close up of Orange sitting, staring blankly at her drawn up knees.#3 She closes her eyes in defeat.#4 Her eyes open again and she glances to where Savanna sits across from her. "There are girders up there."#5 Orange stares at the floor dully.#6 Savanna snaps impatiently. "Did you hear me? There are girders above us!"#7 Orange continues to look tired and defeated. "So what? There's cement below us, and a locked door over there, but they don't mean much, now do they?"#8 Savanna frowns deeply at th
AO Comic Script 7 -Outdated-Chapter 7: The Best Laid Plans...#1 Close up of an empty styrofoam cup as it's placed aside.#2 Savanna smiles a pleased smile. "Y'know, I've never been much of a bacon and eggs sort of person. But after eating the same crap I did every morning for so long, I think I could easily love them."#3 Orange grips the steering wheel tightly, tense. "Fine. But just so you know, that little breakfast really ate into what's left of my wallet. Especially after filling up the gas tank one last time. Where's this contact of yours who can help?"#4 Savanna sighs. "Down to business again, eh? Sorry if I want to enjoy my freedom
AO Comic Script 6 -Outdated-Chapter 6: Burning Out#1 Shot of Todd slumped on his papers, sleeping.#2 Annabelle Ice stands behind him slightly, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "Um, sir?"#3 Todd jerks to wakefulness. "What? I'm awake! I'm awake!"#4 Anna hands him a cup of coffee. "I can see that, sir. Did you go home at all last night?"#5 Todd accepts the mug gratefully and takes a sip. "Last night?"#6 He checks his watch and does a wet-spit take.#7 Todd rubs a hand through his sleep tousled hair. "Da...ng! I didn't mean to sleep that long!" "Sir, we all need sleep to function properly. You've been pushing yours
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