JedOct - Broken Panes by XTheAuthoressX, literature
Literature
JedOct - Broken Panes
BROKEN PANES
Jedediah/Octavius
It was 6 o clock on a Saturday evening. The guests were all on their way out the door, leaving the museum empty as the dead. The doors locked, the lights came on, and there was silence. Suddenly, the dead of the museum erupted into life. Music began to blast on the stereo system. Teddy Roosevelt rode off toward the Lewis and Clark exhibit, excited. Rex, the very large, cumbersome dinosaur, lumbered down a hallway. Everything was coming to life all around the museum, replacing the dead silence with excitement and sound.
One little man in particular was already on his way out of his diorama. He dismounte
I've watched the sunrise four times in the past three years. It's never a small occasion.
The first sunset I can remember watching was drowned in oak and cork; it smelled of dust and gravel. Golf courses keep their lawns well cut, so I wasn't coated in dew, but my feet were bare and walking through glass tends to make everything ache. I had two bottles with me, one I emptied into the grass and the other I emptied into my gullet; I suppose it was a solid decision, the whiskey was only a temporary poison. I didn't have long to wait, a sunrise in summer isn't something you have to put effort into chasing.
I put effort into the second. I told y
To Be Young: Chapter 6 (Burns/Smithers) by MonacoMac, literature
Literature
To Be Young: Chapter 6 (Burns/Smithers)
Still Happy
"It was the Ardennes Counteroffensive, better known as the Battle of the Bulge.” stated Mr. Burns as he read from the paper in his hand, one foot placed firmly on the coffee table for dramatic affect. He spoke quite presidentially and with such vigor as one delivering a State of the Union address. Waylon sat on the couch, listening diligently as Burns continued.
“The weather was to the detriment of our allied forces as the low fog and cloud cover made visibility difficult for our superior air force to lay siege on the advancing enemy tankers. The enemies had practically decimated our front lines with--”
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Fledglings' Frustration Ch. 11 by LadyKeane, literature
Literature
Fledglings' Frustration Ch. 11
Fledglings' Frustration
Chapter XI
And, just like that, Jane's muse vanished.
She supposed that the frenzy of exertion which launched the webcomic had spent it, but there had been times in the past when she had been similarly possessed by an art project without losing so much steam. It was particularly grievous to think of all the painting and drawing assignments that had piled up before her. The end of the semester was slowly looming forwards and Jane had never dreaded it more.
She kept checking the comments section of the webpage. Religiously, she would log on every morning before class, to find that Daria's sassy retort remained the so