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It was barely past midnight. The team couldn’t hesitate now. Not now, not after everything they’ve done. All they’ve done together. It all came together here, and now. But hesitation was a feeling fresh in their veins, the want to fix it all tearing through them. They couldn’t stop. They couldn’t. But by all god, they wanted to.

» Posted By cyrus On 08.04.2018 @ 9:14 pm


i have a dilemma!! i have an extreme amount of words t write within one minute! and my mind is drawing a blank. what does one typically write within one minute concerning one word? if you have any clue know where to find me.

» Posted By cyrus On 05.28.2012 @ 1:25 pm


A small caterpillar wanders down a branch. This was his families branch but it has been vacant for some time, they had all left, he was the last. looking onward to the sky where his family vanished and eating the occasional leaf filed the void, until one day he felt sleepy. hanging from a branch the small caterpillar slept and dreamt for what seemed an eternity. when he awoke he felt different .. brand new. Transformed

» Posted By cyrus On 05.27.2012 @ 7:12 pm


three stones sit there, out of place, in the dusty road. not quite pebbles, kicked up from the tires of leviathan trucks, and not quite large enough to be markers or to hold up an old rotting sign posts. those three, medium-sized rocks just keep on sitting in the cross in the road.

» Posted By cyrus On 08.04.2010 @ 8:21 pm


every once in a while we get to witness the turn of the century, and little boys and girls dream of floating cities, flying cars and holographic conversations. then we all get drunk on new years eve and decide that we have enough trouble with our landbound cars.

» Posted By cyrus On 06.02.2010 @ 6:55 pm


we sit in a circle, holding our heads high and our spirits up, waiting only for the sound of the gong, to lull us back the the dawn

» Posted By cyrus On 06.01.2010 @ 4:00 pm


i sit, in awe of a giant god – a father of thousands of creatures that have called his arms their homes, his hold on the earth stronger than any mortal muscle, and i bow before him.

» Posted By cyrus On 05.27.2010 @ 8:46 pm


i was sitting on this bench – it was one of those benches that had intricate metal designs along the legs, but the actual bench and back were quite plain. anyhow, i was sitting there, looking at the kids playing, the dogs running, the birds flapping in surprise as a ball landed near them. and as i sat and saw these things, i took another bite of my sandwich.

» Posted By cyrus On 05.22.2010 @ 6:42 am


there is a spot, in this blue blue sky, that needs some red. just a little bit of red, as Calvin might say. so we will fly a red kite, and let the wind draw it towards that spot. and the sky will look just about perfect.

» Posted By cyrus On 05.20.2010 @ 11:49 am


we are chained in this process of light – thoughts flowing into space and returning into our mind. this light throwing all sources of imagination from the faded darkness into acknowledgement.

» Posted By cyrus On 05.04.2010 @ 9:07 pm


prize, award given for something,people who get something for special work

» Posted By cyrus On 03.22.2009 @ 9:08 pm


Wade. I think of a cool pond of water on a hot summer day in Indiana. The trees are lazily blowing in the warm air as I wade out into the depths of refreshing coolness. Consequence is thrown to the wind as wading turns into full immersion.

» Posted By Cyrus On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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