Edema Rue
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The woman kept crying. “I want my boy,” she whispered. “Is there no one I can love?” “Oh, yes,” the woman said, thin hands shaking as she lifted it. “It’s for my grandbaby. For…for…” she trailed off, frowning.
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“Do you?”
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The woman didn’t say anything but, tears streaming down her cheeks, she stood aside.
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“I’m…I’m…” the woman began to cry. “I don’t know who I am.” The woman’s eyes widened, and for the first time she seemed genuine. “Where is my son? Where is my son?!”
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“That depends,” Tal said, glancing at Aventine, “on how quickly we can get this figured out.”
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xD the clinic if @Thaidakar the Ghostblood pops in
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…And if you knock on the door, Tal will be legally required to open it, adding to his misery and sadness
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Tal gives her a tight smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
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Nooooo really?! …hmm, maybe Tal would be the dad who lost all his kids and his wife to cancer and now works at a nonprofit.
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“F-forever,” the woman said, coughing hoarsely. @Weaver of Lights @TwinSouls
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The room is old, but tidy. A threadbare rug is on the floor. A thick crocheted blanket is draped over a figure…one that’s barely recognizable as human. Her hair is thin, wispy, and gray. She’s tiny, and her skin is loose in some places and barely covers her bones in others. She’s covered in scars. “Hello,” she says, her voice wavery and quiet. She smiles, wide and toothless. “Welcome to my home.”
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The woman blinks sadly. “Where are you going, Adim?” There’s quiet for a moment. “Come in,” an elderly voice calls.
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As she gets closer, it appears to be more of a cottage. It’s well made but small and very functional.
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@The Honorable One
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He doesn’t dignify schoolyard taunts with a response,
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Happy tax day? (Here I’ll do it for you) @SmilingPanda19
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I would like to break your nose.
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But you’re the only enemy you ever seem to lose to!
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I’ve gotten exactly one notif today. One. And it had to be this ~_~
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“What have I done? Denied Him?
What have I done?
So now am I no different from the men
Who take Thy bread then turn again?
Oh... What have I done? What have I done?
I hear their filthy tongues, their vicious scorn.
The lies they spin with Satan's yarn.
I watch them spit and strike Thy face,
They mock Thy name in foul disgrace.
And when Thou lookest for a friend,
Thou findest none, for I have fled!
Oh God! What have I done?
As Thou hast taken stripes for me,
Could I not take but one for Thee?
I cannot watch them take my Lord.
I can't endure their cruel hand upon Him.
While His own hands are tied with cord.
Those hands with pow'r to raise the dead,
Command the storm, now bound instead, and
I cannot hear them mock His name.
I cannot bear their foul breath upon Him.
I dare not look upon His face
And see the very Son of God,
His brow so bruised and stained with blood
His eyes that shed my sorrow's tears,
And watch as all hope disappears,
I will not watch them crucify my Lord!
For I know this Man!
I know Him! I know this Man!
I cannot watch what He must bear.
For surely He must carry all my burden.
Forgive me, Lord, that I'm not there...
But, when my eyes have closed in death,
These words will hang on my last breath:
I know Him.”—I Cannot Watch Them, Rob Gardner
Happy Easter, everyone.
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The prompt was to write a poem expressing a child’s wonder at seeing fireworks. Magic:
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I begged you to take a break, you refused to,
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“Truly, you didn’t think this through” kind of stupid
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There’s plenty of debris, but most of it is too big or too rotted to be of much use.
