

At Sea“Lively, lively boys! Clap on there—not on that one, you infernal bugger, that halyard over there—and all together now! Two, six, heave!” Lieutenant Pollard shook his head resignedly, pitching his voice for a more private conversation. “I say, that MacKenzie lubber isn’t learning the ropes very sharp. I’ll have one of the fo’cs’le men teach him. If that doesn’t help, then he’s a hopeless landsman.” He sighed, squinting up at the billowing white pyramids of sail. The ship’s bell rang out, signaling the end of the watch. Mr. Pollard unclasped hisAt Sea


Storm in the CityBoom. The leaden sky drew aside the cloud-curtains, revealing a forked tongue of lightning. Twisting across the heavens like a tortured snake, it lunged, sinking its crackling fangs into the radio antenna atop an ashen skyscraper. The smell of ozone hung heavily in the air. Rain teemed from the thunderheads, whipped horizontal. The wind screamed through the drenched streets and alleyways, roared through intersections, charging down pedestrians like a regiment of armored knights. Tattered plastic bags scudded before the tempest, racing against torn newspapers with running headlines.Storm in the City


CrysanthemumThe acrid stench of the train seems to saturate every fiber, every cell in my body. Stinks like mothballs, I think. Even so, it reminds me of her; of how I used to sit, just as I am now. Nauseated by this cloying odor; cradling my hot, sweaty phone to my ear. Her voice seemed otherworldly to me then, when I could pull myself away from what she was saying enough to ponder the metaphysical aspects of our conversations. Her tiny little voice, delicate as a floating chrysanthemum blossom, would drift through the air, across borders, through all manner of obstacles, and unfailingly right to meCrysanthemum


Dialogue“Where is your pleasure, sahib?” William Thorton eased his formidable, Brooks Brothers-clad bulk onto the glistening midnight-blue sheen of the cab’s rear seat, just as his cellular phone exploded into a series of high-pitched shrieks barely recognizable as Beethoven’s Fur Elise. “Hell…second, just one second…” Cursing, Thorton rolled back and forth, his hands deftly diving into a vast array of hidden pockets. The phone wailed, the tones almost matching the furious honking of the cars stuck behind the taxi. With an oath, Thorton yanked out the cell-phone and flipped it open. “Speak. &nbsDialogue
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~*~ happiness doesnt become me ~*~
-Caroline
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Remember the first dance we shared?
Recall the night you melted my ugliness away?
The night you left with a kiss so kind,
Only a scent of beauty left behind...
~Gavin
-Caroline
Some might say she's a boozer
Her meatloaf is sub-par at best
And I heard she likes that band MEST.
There you go, a pretty poem just for you. ^^
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Remember the first dance we shared?
Recall the night you melted my ugliness away?
The night you left with a kiss so kind,
Only a scent of beauty left behind...
~Gavin
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Remember the first dance we shared?
Recall the night you melted my ugliness away?
The night you left with a kiss so kind,
Only a scent of beauty left behind...
~Gavin
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» www.machineflower.com «
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