SonHospital"I'm sorry, but I don't think he'll make it." The doctor states in a soloumn tone. I step into past him and into my son's room. His pale face is set in a death-like pose as he sleeps, my knee touches the floor. Chills run through my body, my hand resting on his cheek."I'm going to save you," I whisper, "I promise." Tears flow down my cheeks, a hand grips my shoulder, my eyes dart upwards and I see the nurse looking down at me. I nod and leave the hospital.Home"Well?" My wife asks, fear in her eyes. I shake my head, tears begin to stream down her face. My arms wrap around her, my face nestled in her hair."I promise, he'll be ok..." I whisper, "I promise." A sob is my response, I let go of her and make my way to my study. The needle scratches into a record, my favourite, Wagner. Music dances through the air, filling my mind with ideas.Lightning strikes, knocking me from my sleep. Music stills plays, hours after I put the record on... Words flash through my min
SachielA warm breeze washes over my face, the smells of water, sand and salt fill my nostrils. After my long journies through this foreign land called Purgatory, I have finally found a place I can feel at home. Belial steps forward, standing beside me."Sachiel is here," he smiles, "kill him, David, and you will be yet another step closer to your love." His cold, blue eyes glare into mine, with a quick grin his body disintegrates into sand in the wind. In the distance I see a lone building standing on the cliff overlooking the beach.The decrepit cathedral sits before me, it's walls rotting away like a carcass in the sun. A mighty bang as the door slams onto the moldy floor. Prayers echo through the building, the rantings of ravings of a mad man turned prophet. The closer I get to the source of these insane ramblings, the more disturbing and manic they sound."Per questa č l'anima di Christ e l'anima di christ gli purifica tutti č risveglio." A figure stands hunched over a fountain, a golden
EvangelionMatthew chapter 27:45-49From noon onward, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. And about three o'clock Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?" Some of the bystanders who heard it said, "This one is calling for Elijah." Immediately one of them ran to get a sponge; he soaked it in wine, and putting it on a reed, gave it to him to drink. But the rest said, "Wait, let us see if Elijah comes to save him." The beer tastes bitter on my tongue, the cold glass chilling my lips. Laughter and singing fills my ears, everyone in the pub is celebrating some stupid game. My boots tap against the wood floor, I stand and toss a 5 onto the bar."Feicfidh mé, mác" Finn yells at me, I wave over my shoulder, wandering out of the pub. The fresh air hits my senses like a hammer, nearly knocking me to my ass. Cars drive by, kicking up puddles and concrete. I drift towards home, my eyes drifting through the scenery, the dark sky, the grey buildings."Y
Ha Ha HaTwo boys I'll never know,Though I do love them so.Two girls sleep at night,And the bullet I will bite.A woman I need to so bad,I abused all that I had.Hate is all I feel,A soul I have to steal.Blood flows from my face,I've given up on my race.A spear in my gut,The pathetic fate of the mutt.Who are you?What do I have to do?
Old poetryDrip.....Drip.....Drip.....Blood surrounds me like an ocean around the emerald.At least I fell with honour, instead of like an animal.They tried to take all I knew.They tried to manipulate my rue©David DycheOne ace to the pretty ladyin the corner,Another to the girl by my side,A wager for my love,I know not who will win my soul.For it has alreadybeen lost for a millenia.Two more join the fight,I toss them four cards each.A fiendish smile spreads.Within my own, bloodied handsI see a pair of fours.This will never be enough.Im forced to gamble my futureto people I do not love.A sound emits itselffrom a darkened alley.Grabbing my attentionlike an explosion.I turn and see a goddesswith the wings of an angel.Joy sweeps me and I take her hand.Shall we repent, my beloved comrade?©David Dychegot a few more, just gotta find 'em
100 Secrets of Morrowind100 Secrets of Morrowind1. Skooma is actually a very powerful form of caffeine.2. All Khajiits celebrate a happy little holiday called Moonsugar Day. It just HAPPENS to fall EXACTLY on Christmas Day...3. If ANYTHING bad happens on Vvardenfell, the city of Ald'Ruhn is always affected first, most severely, and often exclusively.4. Ald'Ruhn is frequently invaded by hordes of line-dancing penguins. Sometimes crowds of dancing, prancing mango melons come along, too.5. The name of the Ashlands has been changed to the Asslands.6. As a matter of fact, the Asslands and anything related to them have had their names changed to involve butts. Take Butt Isred (formerly Bal Isra) and Old Rump (formerly Ald'Ruhn) for example.7. Ash slaves everywhere were deeply offended by the above move and filed a law suit to keep the the old names.8. Seyda Neen frequently floods for no good reason at all. The inhabitants don't seem bothered much by it, though. As a matter of fact, they don't even seem to n