October, 2012The sky was full of stars that nightOctober, 2012 by Panda-of-Infernum
Twinkling just like jewels
I took a stroll
Around the knoll
And the thing behind awoke
The trees made song with rustling leaves
Dancing in the wind
A perfect night
Felt not quite right
And the thing behind gave pause
Out from my flask I took a sip
To warm me just a touch
I turned around
What was that sound?
But the thing behind had hid
The dew rested on the flowers
They knelt down in repose
I knelt down too
To tie my shoe
And the thing behind gave chase
Ayup. I'm Callum, I like music, martial arts and zombies. and video games. those things dominate my life (video games not zombies). I really like writing things. anything really.|
"Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harp-string, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning?
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning"- Aragorn, The Two Towers.
"You will love Dallas, and the state: drunk.," said Aunt Ashleigh. "It is famous for its wild Bradleys, its pink flowers, and its beautiful furiously masturbating hills."
"I hope you packed plenty of deviled eggs for the ride," said Uncle Griffin. "It will probably take us 666 hours."
So we all piled into Uncle Griffin and Aunt Ashleigh's Grifin's mom. At first the trip was really dark. We sang "69 Bottles of you don't want to know on the Wall." Then we counted the dogs that we saw whistling in the fields by the side of the road. But after seventy, two billion at the most hours we had eaten all the deviled eggs and Brenden was getting squishy.
"Are we almost there?" she asked awkwardly.
"Yes, Griffy-Poo," said Aunt Ashleigh.
Just then I saw a sign that said, "Bass-Ackwards, Dallas: 2 miles."
"Umm, Uncle Griffin, is Bass-Ackwards, Dallas on the way to Dallas, and the state: drunk.?" I asked.
"Yeah," said Brenden, pointing, "and is the local dump on the way to Dallas, and the state: drunk.?"
"You still have my two dollars, ya crook!, kids," laughed Uncle Griffin. "You can trust the expert."
"One thing's for sure," I muttered. "I don't think we're in Solid any more."