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[Lugh] The Union of Darkness and Light by Lugh
Lugh replied to Graeme's topic in Promoted Author Discussion Forum
from my profile: Well, that's the way the story worked out. Sorry. Besides imagine all the fun they will be having in the future. -
LOL you can't have a threesome without THREE! Silly.
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Phineas' fingers ran along his coveralls where the silver wings rested against his skin, attached to the inside of his clothing. They weren't his wings, his father had earned them, but Phineas had worn them from the time he was small. He still remembered the day he first wore them. A man had come to his house and his mama had sent him outside to play. When he was allowed to come back in, his mama looked like she had been crying and the big man who had been dressed in a uniform like the one h
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finally some sanity!
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An answer to the classic question.
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“Flee you clucking biddies, flee or I’ll send the foxes after you!” The Prince stood in the middle of the hen yard in his boxers clutching a baseball bat as the squawking birds half flew and half ran through the open gate, over the gravel path, and out into the open field. “Oh my!” gasped Cinderella as she watched her prince chase the last of the birds out of the yard. When he saw her, he drew up short and reigned in himself regally. “I guess now you know,” he stated. “Know what?” she
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LOL that was the whole story. They are making me write more though. Don't know when that will happen. I have a list of demands. PM me with the things you had problems with I may need to address them when I do the sequel.
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Lugh He who is opinionated, individualistic, ambidextrous, exhibitionistic, and lives in his own imaginationary worlds. A lover of faeries, nude males, odd lore, and creative breakthrus. The one who notices the soul behind the eyes, the dream within the dreamer, the love within the lust, and the stuff between the lines. It is he who feels the tattoo of life, the wind beneath his wings, the song in his soul, and the blood on his hands while learning bes
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An Anagram Poem
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I am a bastard son Born from an act of lust Into a life plainly unjust Not into a world of fun Life unfair before its begun The final act, the final thrust Enough to make the barmaid cuss Growing up the others shun A willful boy full of grace Standing proud and tall A bastard who knows not his place In this world at all Unashamed to show his face In his m
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Walking in two worlds, a universe apart Two people, two faces, one life, one heart Handling responsibilities trying to fit in Working hard, starting over, having to begin again One face is serious, one is carefree Both I like, both I hate, which will I be? Doing the right thing -- what is expected to be done People have to remember, I am only one One trying hard, filling the shoes of two So many ex
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Poetry
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One more step is all there is Between me and nothing And everything. Considering life's twisted path To the edge of the abyss. Where I stand. One more step for me to take Tears, fears, confrontations Call to me. Standing here at the edge Pondering my future And my past. One more step now taken Into the ether Set free.
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Standing on the edge of eternity looking out into the abyss I see all and nothing - my soul can not resist. Closing my eyes to the aether opening the web of my mind reaching out into forever I leave my worries behind One step from the edge so eager to fall one step from the edge about to lose it all The rock begins to crumbl
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spinning in a whirlpool of my own making excreatment, viscara, fluids a-flowing hardwood floor covered in gore
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Poetry.
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Tell no secrets. Tell no lies. Tell no one of my demise Death's come a knocking I answered the door Laying here bleeding on the cold floor Sirens blaring, feet rushing in; Heart still pumping. Thought you were a friend Needle in my arm. Brace on my head. People trying hard to make me not dead. Watching from above. Blood dripping down. Doctor looks worried; the nurse wears a frown Naked o
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By Lugh In the place between sun and moon where the lightning flash strikes, a mass of energy quickened by thermonuclear activity wallowed in the seething soup of elemental evolution. Atoms combined and recombined infusing Its being with strength. Rumbling spasms transmogrified features blistered by solar energy. Then, enveloped in cosmic dust, he painfully choked out his first breath. Unabashed by his nakedness and yet unnamed, he lay in the mire of his birth. Self awareness came slow
