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And the snow fellEarly winter, Year 756 of the New Age
The stags measured their strength; at first they just pranced a little, showing off their racks, mocking eachother trying to see weaknesses…and strengths. Their breaths created small puffs in the cold air as they pushed shoulders against eachother, then horns locked, and their necks was bulging with muscles as well as some fat for the upcoming cold season. There was already the scent of snow in the air. A doe watched from the undergrowth that still remained. Her dark colors made her blend in the shadows of the late afternoon. She wasn’t particularly interested it the activities, or at least she tried to tell herself that. The stag she had mated with years past never picked her again, like he suddenly had realized who she was and last year he had not even cared to greet her. By now she had given up, claiming her right to him, even if she was a doe and didn’t really have that kind of right. Like
By the shear thread of lifeSummer, Year 743 of the New Age
Clumsily the spider fell down towards the ground. It rolled into a ball; legs pulled in and it actually bounced a little after landing. The spider was dislodged from its web in the bush after it had finished eating its latest prey, a fly. Getting caught in the net meant death and it seemed to have known it. It had fought to get free, causing the net to shake, but its efforts to get free just led to two things. It got even more tangled into the sticky threads and gave the spider its location. There wasn’t much suffering, not after the spider’s bite of death. As the poison started to take affect, making its victim paralyzed, the spider could spin its strong thread around its prey without getting harmed. When that was done, the poison had worked its magic and transformed the inside of the fly to a perfect meal for the spider.
The fly’s struggle and how the spider overpowered and ate it had been observed by a set o
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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