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Aeraie

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“Someone has been eating my ambrosia, and it’s all gone!” Mars cried. Mars at the time was not an adult but a small child. The three gods moved into the throne room.
“Someone has been sitting in my throne,” Jupiter said.
“Someone has been sitting in my throne, too,” Juno moaned.
“Someone has been sitting in my throne, and it’s broken into a thousand pieces!* Little Mars cried. The three gods moved upstairs, each going to their bedrooms.
“Someone has been sleeping in my bed,” Jupiter snapped.
“Someone has been sleeping in my bed, too,” Juno said.
“Someone has been sleeping in my bed and they’re still here!” Little Mars cried aloud. Jupiter and Juno marched into Little Mars’ bedroom, seeing Discord asleep in the bed. With all the ruckus, Discord had awakened.
“Help!” she screamed. Discord, however, was in the wrong house to receive help. Jupiter raised his hand, lightning bolt materializing.
“I smite thee!” Jupiter screeched, launching the lightning bolt at Discord, destroying her and Little Mars’ bed in the process.
“My bed!” Little Mars squealed, pointing to the pile of ash on the floor. And that is the story of how Discord and all of Mars’ prized possessions were destroyed.

19-Jul-2011 00:25:17

Aeraie

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Phoenix Rising
Dusty skies faded to black as night settled upon the world of Gielinor. Winter's firm grasp had taken a hold of Gielinor for far too long now; Spring was overdue. Life everywhere seemed to be brought to a still, uneasy silence. But sometime, somewhere, that silence must be broken.
A lone field brimmed with snow past even its highest treetops was particularly quiet. The wind weaved through the barren wasteland like a sigh. Somewhere deep, deep inside that field two electrifyingly golden eyes shot open. The pupils of these eyes was the purest of whites. Suddenly, the creature stirred. A flap. The snow upon the creature steamed and melted away revealing a magnificent phoenix, rising from the snowy ash. Its fiery orange yellow beak took in the cool breeze now streaming through the treetops. The phoenix's feathers were perfectly straight and were the most vivid orange with slight bits of yellow, pink, red, and blue that shimmered in the light. The tips of these burning bright feathers ended in white flames. The phoenix flapped once more, taking flight as a caw unleashed itself from the beak of the phoenix upon the world.
The phoenix has risen and a new era has begun.

19-Jul-2011 00:25:28 - Last edited on 19-Jul-2011 21:03:21 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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Us by Aeraie
"You."
The word bit my tongue
Like pirhanas.
Puzzled feelings choke my mind
Like a boa constrictor.
My eyes grip your being
Like ticks.
You step fully into the light
Like a snow leopard.
A smile licks the corners of your lips
Like a feline.
You open your mouth to sing your rhyme
Like a mockingbird.
"You."
It rolls off your tongue like angels' breath
Us.

19-Jul-2011 00:25:40 - Last edited on 25-Jul-2011 04:33:12 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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Granny Smith.
Ripe. Luscious. Tantalizing. Beautifully plump, I feel the apple's weight in my hand. Flawless skin, so smooth and so bewitching. It stares with an innocent, blushing light green. Crisp thoughts tickle my mind. I move the apple to my face so that it lightly kisses my lips, knowing that the first bite is the juiciest. I close my eyes as my jaws unhook to bite its tender surface. My teeth crush into the apple, stealing the angelic perfection from the beauty. As heavenly juices soak my throat, I notice another, far more suspicious flavor. I swallow something large and hard, beginning to choke as horror tears my eyelids open. I pull the desecrated apple away from my mouth and realize with abhorrence the blood soaking its white flesh. My tongue soars to the front of my mouth and slams into the inside of my lip.
My tooth. My front tooth. Panic sets in and I begin to cough in a deranged attempt to regurgitate the tooth. I am choking. I drop the once pristine apple to the ground as I struggle for air, the tooth lodged between my airways. Blackness clogs my vision as I begin to kill myself in an attempt to save myself. I grip the cold granite counter as a means for stabilization, but it is too late. My wobbly arms collapse, allowing my head to smack into the granite. My consciousness is put out like a light. I will be dead within minutes. The apple's tortured surface stares at my body, offering no means of help. It stares at me hungrily, waiting for me to take my last breath as it watches the bloody scene unfold.
Granny Smith.
Care for a bite?

19-Jul-2011 00:25:49 - Last edited on 03-Aug-2011 21:07:32 by Aeraie