Makalani

  It was an illusion. Every numbed sensation, every untraceable hue, a mere nothing. It would pass – it must. Though formless darkness pledge insanity of ever-night, its promise was made already broken. Why? Where hope is life thrives, and where life is hope lives. And this symbiotic...

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  Dear heart of sure and grim resolve You wish you felt the woe of love That, letting go, yet whimpers 'No' You lack regret and feel so low. So much relief you feel, 'tis strange And makes you wonder if you'll change Or just go on with...

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 Once upon a time I wrote "Unsung Symphony"But there was a symphony before the one above, and it went like this:The hall is dim and hearth is cold The dusty stones are cracked and old No music fair rings in the air No lamps are lit – no...

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 Recall and regret that deep dark night When the war was o'er. We'd won the fight Almost made peace, almost struck light But you were too cold to forgive. Recall and regret with a bitter chill What lives were laid upon your will; What hopes were dashed and...

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  Between sleeping and waking Anastasia lay, beneath a rumpled bed-spread of grayish white. Brightly shone the moon through bars of swaying tree branches, painting her other-wise un-colored coverlet in hues of silver-blue and deep, liquid black. As the trees swayed so swayed the pattern and as the...

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  You watch as time ticks slowly by – painfully the color drains from the little boy’s face. “No time to waste,” you think. Ahead you look and wonder what is beyond. Down you look and realize what must be done. “I will not pass by where I...

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  “They’re both a chance for adventure,” you think out-loud to yourself, “The right so rich and the left so decayed . . . but I don’t care for riches.” You glance at the dull, wooden bridge, letting your eyes stray slowly along its un-finished length. Yet how...

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 You sleep, and while you sleep, you dream a dream. There is darkness behind you and darkness before you, yet you sense that though the darkness behind is perpetual, if you try, you may find light ahead. You start walking, the only sense to prove your progress, the...

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 This is a comedy wanna-be-novel I began some time ago, but never continued. I still hope to someday continue and complete Fil's story. He is one of my favorite characters I've ever created.Fil In the town of Higensburg there stretches a busy main street where all the people and...

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