Seeking a Joke for the End of the WorldArtificial lights mask permanent darkness, worry lines permeate the sky; our blindness has made us lose our yellow brick road. The rabbit hole is closed for repairs, and the population is stuck with the silent reality of our ignorance, our naivete toward the slowly emerging maw of complete loneliness.Seeking a Joke for the End of the World by ~CianTheBard
There is hope in humor, however; the darkest of hearts have been purified by a passing joke, an act of unselfish love on another's part.
On Childhood (Commission)Stepping silently, a young boy sneaks into the kitchen, head on a swivel in case anyone else is awake. He spots his prize above the cabinet, cooling for the party tomorrow. The chocolate beckons to him as his mother's voice offers a stark contrast:On Childhood (Commission) by ~CianTheBard
"Now William, you know better than to grab things that are not for you. Just go back to bed."
The boy pushes this thought into the back of his mind as he scales the white face, a cold breeze of doubt coming from the air conditioner.
William smiles, knowing there will always be another day, and falls asleep into a wonderland of sweets and smiles.
Prompt: Self-Insert Happy EndingThis was the third time tonight I had been sent out, catering what seemed like an endless stream of Adrianne's little friends. I wish I could say no to that beautiful little face, but I knew so much better than to question it.Prompt: Self-Insert Happy Ending by ~CianTheBard
Besides, no one can deny the birthday girl anyhing on her sweet 16.
It's strange that my mind keeps wandering to the day I signed those papers, shook the foster mother's hand and scooped up an unhappy, fidgeting three-year old into my arms and into her car seat.
Questions. Questions were her favorite pastime. For years, it was always a new one every morning at the breakfast table. "Why does Luna (the puppy) have so m
Prompt: Old ShipsThe armada stands at half sail, dancing across the Caribbean westerlies to the new, lush land full of peotential for new, civilized society. The truth of the matter becomes the stoic silence of the ship captain missing his wife dearly, as she sits at home wringing her handkerchief to pieces.Prompt: Old Ships by ~CianTheBard
We know better, however, that his razor-sharp brain has the infine internal map of the territory, as he claims this land for his home, the pride swells up within him, knowing what he was doing would help endless numbers of people back home.
The young boy hears the dinner bell, and he turns and sails back home on the current of hope.
Breaking HabitsThe deep dark of spaceBreaking Habits by ~Ren-Takada
Has nothing on the light
Yet it has consumed me,
Caused me to be lost and blind.
I can't find salvation
Prefer my devastation
And yet I find a way,
A way to beat it all.
It's when I'm here,
When I go out with friends.
I make my own decisions,
Decide my own fate
And let naught stop my path.
Tending to my own rose garden
My life is my own design
I know nothing but
In nothing I can create everything.
To become a writer,
To become an artist,
To be proud of myself,
To believe I can prevail.
To be or not be
Tis the question.
I shall and will be
Is the answer.