23 Recent Deviations
Maybe We Aren't JadedMaybe we aren't jaded,Maybe We Aren't Jaded by ExquisitelyExplicit
at least not yet.
There's hope that
little white boys
and little white girls
can play with
little black boys
and little black girls
and kiss whomever they choose.
World peace is closer
than the politicians
wish it to appear
and lending libraries
like free intergalactic
Maybe we aren't jaded,
and when we say
that we won't judge
at least some of us
mean it yet.
School is free
for some of the world,
even as we moan and groan--
there's still knowledge
for us to use
and find a way
the end of the world.
Maybe we aren't jaded,
not quite yet.
Still Time"Thanks again for coming here with me," George gushed. He kept turning to hoist his son onto his shoulders, then remembering his son was easily twice his size.Still Time by JoeyLiverwurst
"Don't mention it," Trevor returned.
The landing looked the same as George had remembered after all these years. Well, almost the same. Maybe starting to show its years, but heh, so was he. All right, so not quite the same. Actually really run down. George winced.
Trevor wore a poker face, but just then he broke into a whistle.
"It's better around breakfast than lunch, but I'm just glad you could come at all. Thanks again," George babbled.
"Don't mention it," Trevor murmured. "I mean, you're welcome. Dad."
"This'll be just like old times! We'll sit, and fish, and stop and have sandwiches, except Tessie made them instead of your mother."
"Yeah. I love you, Dad."
They situated themselves on the dock, and George set down a blanket and arranged their equipment on it. Trevor tried to help, but George had a system and stuck to it, so
To Be Whole Chapter 35To Be Whole Chapter 35 by Mizutanitony
Title: To Be Whole
Game: Mass Effect
Disclaimer: Owned by Bioware and EA not me!
Opening his eyes, Garrus groaned loudly at the dull light of the lamp hitting his eyes. Turning, he saw Ismene standing at the foot of his bed with her teddy bear. Though she sounded calm, Garrus could tell by the twitch of her mandibles that she wanted to talk to him. Sitting up, he waved her over and took a deep drink of water.
"What's the matter?"
Shuffling over; eyes downcast as she approached, Ismene asked, "Do we really have to leave tomorrow?"
Pulling her close, Garrus nuzzled her forehead and said, "Little One, I have to go. If I don't, I won't be able to play with you or take care of you."
"But what about staying with…"
"Ismene," Garrus chuckled as he stroked the back of her skull, "you'll be safe with her."
"We're safe with you," argued Ismene with a stamp with her foot.
"That's enough!" Garrus felt himself begin t
The Theory of Miracles--ProloguePrologue: Two Not Quite Strangers on a TrainThe Theory of Miracles--Prologue by ExquisitelyExplicit
In every time zone, one person had a heart attack, and each one died to the second of the others. No one noticed a thing.
Each man or woman was nondescript for his or her homeland, average height and average weight. They were lower middle class, working dead end jobs. Not a single one was anything special, even to most of the best-trained eyes.
Luckily for the world, Loki Laufeyson was more trained than most. Too bad he didn’t care. But someone who knew him did.
Loki leaned back in his seat on the train car and silently inspected his nails, twitching his fingers this way and that so the orange of the setting sun reflected off their smooth backs. “You’re mad if you think I’m going to stick—”
“I don’t what you stick anywhere,” Fury
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