Bladed-Truth

Zavier glanced out the train carriage’s window, watching intently over the rims of dark-tinted glasses as snow-capped mountains passed slowly by in the distance. Not that you’d have known he was above the snowline from the temperature within the carriage, it was toasty warm and the wide seats were soft and immensely comfortable. The clickety-clack of the wheels hitting the Kolbardi wood rails that the train ran on was almost inaudible thanks to the carriage’s soundproofing, the builders really had spared no expense in the train’s construction. But then if you were going to invest in the obscene amount of steel it took

And I lay down next to a river that I could never hope to cross twice And I am no-one And I am nowhere And it is beautiful

A man made of briar and thorn, leaf and flower with eyes of oak, holds the turning world in the palm of his hand. A vivid emerald jewel turning gently in the palm of the wizened giant. An expression of great enduring sorrow creasing his ancient visage. Leaves and petals the size of continents fall from the giants sides, drifting gently down through space. The giants head turns slowly to face me, oaken eyes look into mine. Everything blurs, colours fading into themselves, everything goes dark. My eyes open, shattered towers claw at the sky around me. The careful order we built together lying ruined. To the west the sun sets, throwing shadow

I stand alone, night wrapped around me like a blanket, cool yet soothing, thunder shakes the ground with it's intensity, shaking my body like a leaf, and the wind screams through the long grass, a writhing ocean of shifting darkness. Lightning crackles accross the sky, illuminating the plain, then falling back into shadows. The deep smell of the wet earth fills my head, like a singers baritone carrying me with it. Rain drives almost vertically, lashing against my face and chest, I stand in the middle of it all. Insignificant against the raw power of the storm, not resisting it but letting it all flow through me. Letting it carry away my fear

Two shot glasses clinked together as the men made a toast. "To Michael" "To Michael" The two men tipped their heads back and downed their drinks then sat quietly for a moment seemingly contemplating the empty glasses. Both men had the heavy set build of military men, adding to this allusion was the fact that they were both in uniform. The man named Jacob sighed, the small noise carried quietly over the dull hum of quiet conversation in the bar. A casual observer would be surprised by the somber mood of men who it turned out had just won a major battle. Such men usually celebrated the gift of being alive with near absolute abandon, However

Love is not just a feeling, love is something we do So a year from whence it all started, these are my promises to you: -I will sit through a chick flick with you. (and even try to stay awake.) -1 afternoon of ice skating. -1 full body massage. (Complete with massage oil) -1 picnic in the park. -A rainy day together (*Note, may only be redemed on an actual rainy day.) -A kiss (Expiry date: Never) But that's not all, there's more to this day I wanted to make you happy, to make you smile To take away your cares, Even if only for a while So I went to town and took a  look around and there was a little something that I found Happy on

Another asteroid blasted by the cockpit of the small vessel, small, moving with enough speed to turn the 6 meter long craft into a piece of twisted scrap. The 'Prospector' was not a large vessel by any standards, effectively a short tube with stubby wings mounted with maneuvering thrusters, not particularly fast either for a craft its' size, but for navigating the asteroid belt it was perfect, here what mattered wasn't speed or durability, it was  not getting hit. Alexis smiled at her recently aquired ships name, she supposed it was fairly accurate considering the purpose the ship was used for. The interior comprised of no more than a cockpi

What is it like to be lost in your own mind A twisted maze of your own design Where the only escape is back the way you came A path lined with daggers, a memory filled with pain Yet I cannot escape from this place inside my head Forged of my insanity where memory dares not tread For the way is closed, made in a time of greatest pain And to remember would be to experiance it once again So I stand and wait in the shadows of my mind Lost and alone, for a way out I may never find A place where borders blur and realities shift There is no other choice but to continue to exist Darkness thrown in sharp relief A blackened razor of endle