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The Watcher The watcher sat motionless for more than an hour thinking his future. It was time to mark the chosen and begin their training, but he had no idea who they were or where. In the past they had been grouped closely together, this time however they could be anywhere... Only the calling would tell. They would be five years old as demanded by the ritual. The sun began it's slow ascension above the mountain bathing one of the twin waterfalls in light, but keeping the other in darkness a
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Kazander and Gypsy come from two very different backgrounds, almost two different worlds, but in time they discover they live in a universe with a sense of humor.
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The Union of Darkness and Light by Lugh standard disclaimers apply to this modern day faery tale dream on... it could happen! Five year old Zachariah leaned against the pole that held up the chain-link fence around the playground at his elementary school. He was currently doing time for something a classmate claimed he had done. He might have. He didn't really remember. He had been distracted at the time. However, that day, he was g
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plant grow lights do wonders and they are cheap
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Water Haiku and Tanka Calm waters Lapping at the shore so I drift glistening faceted, frigid an ice cube Pelting, pouring down a gushing flow effusing everything with wet. Snow capped mountains melt and flow down to crowning peaks
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Seasons Blooms, green leaves falling, crunching, dead bare branches Fragrant breezes blow pollen laden bees buzz by spring is in the air Soft grass, warm sun, rain moon lit nights, walks on the beach dew at dawn, then frost blankets toasty fire, cuddling crisp days, snow, the seaso
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Random owls hooting in trees echoes of bull frogs singing the forest at night a speck in the sky wings spread wide, riding thermals bald eagle flying a gaggle of boys giggling in the dark of night innocence at play people in my head yammer
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Nature Silver, silken thread woven delicately there where the spider waits Striped yellow and black Sips nectar and spreads pollen Bumblebees at work Marching in a row Following the scent trail laid Working for their queen. Green, wiggly, crawly,
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History Haiku and Tanka Chronicle Bound to turn again History Learning from the past Looking toward the future Hoping for the best life, love, liberty freedoms granted us by birth our constitution? Lessons learned all time flowing pass
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Friendship Haiku and Tanka secrets whispered low giggles often to follow friendship in the dark Weddings, birthdays, deaths, births, and anniversaries, true friends remember silver and gold shine in the sunlight; friendship basks in glowing heartlight i
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Doorways Haiku and Tanka lives drifting between portals opening and closing here and there, no end Unlimited paths forks untold, myrid of doors hence, our lives unfold Closed doors, no way out turning, twisting, cannot see darkness surrounding cannot breathe, closing in tight no
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Doorways Haiku and Tanka lives drifting between portals opening and closing here and there, no end Unlimited paths forks untold, myrid of doors hence, our lives unfold Closed doors, no way out turning, twisting, cannot see darkness surrounding cannot breathe, closing in tight no
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Themed collections of tradional poetic forms.
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all knowledge a mouse click away true or false? surfing the net, now in my underwear virtually dressed ICQ today instant communication can't wait to log on digital gateway cyberspace and worlds beyond welcome to the web blogging e
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Prowling the darkness Like animals on the hunt Found in roving packs One, alone and afraid, gone Absorbed; now part of the gang Smelly trash dumpsters Behind every building sits Adding their fragrance To the city air; perfume So sweet it can make you gag.
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Childhood memories Wondrous pearls on a string, Cherish them always Glitter on my face, Squishy stuff and glue to eat Kindergarten times Sweet angel kisses On down so light, such sweet dreams
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Anthology Stories By Lugh Oidche Shamhna Tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve -- my last day to live. I'm not really sure why I'm writing this down, except that I want someone to know me for me, not for what I am to become, not for what I am to do, but for the life I have lived to get here. Some would say my story began nearly a year ago, when, by virtue of a simple metamorphic flaw in a chunk of randomly chosen fieldstone I became Devoted. Any of my friends could have
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2006 Fall Anthology -- A young man faces the consequences of a religous ritual and finds faith in places he never dreamed possible in this first person account of the last year in the life of a human sacrifice during pagan times.
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Anthology Stories By Lugh Day-Glo Afterdark and on to the story.... Tiredly, Keefer flopped back on the hotel room bed, his arms spread wide, and exhaled loudly. "Vega-5," he mumbled to the air, "not the best destination in all the galaxy… but here I am." He chuckled to himself. "Bet they won't think to look for me here anytime soon." He luxuriated in the knowledge that he should not be found for at least a few days, then he got up and began to unpac
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2006 Summer Anthology --- Welcome to Vega-5, where every need and desire can be met, even if you don't know what they are yet. So unpack your bags and enjoy your stay, but remember, what happens on Vega-5, stays on Vega-5, unless the vid-bots broadcast it to the universe.
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The Day of Silence takes on a new meaning for Dan when his deaf best friend dons a pair of mittens.
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Short Stories By Lugh In My Father's House In my father's house, there are many rooms, and I had inherited them all. I do not know what my brothers had done to piss him off, but when they read the will, I inherited the largest chunk of Pops' estate. Me, the black sheep of the family, the one Pops kicked out of the nest, then did not speak to until his directions from beyond the grave named me his chosen one. "So the prodigal son inherits it all," sneered my eldest brother
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Sometimes you inherit more than your inheritance...
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Short Stories By Lugh The Prophesy The Master, Spinder, sat holding a well worn copy of the prophecy the Council decided was coming to pass very soon according to the omens. It had been written in a language that hadn't been spoken since before the elf wars though and some words were not translatable, however they were convinced. A note at the beginning stated the original had ragged edges and words were smudged over and run together, but the scribe testified that it was a tru
