Brought by the Storm conclusionBrought by the StormBrought by the Storm conclusion by Michel-le-fou
The inevitable is due to happen, sometime or another.
The Assyrian Avengers girded for the inevitable confrontation, which Puabi warned Clifford about along the way. They both remained steadfast in their task. However, they had no idea then who was performing the black magic. Furthermore, the practitioners were suddenly aware that the Avengers were trailing them.
"Alors! Donald, someone is trailing us. I feel it."
Dastardly Disruptor wriggled his right pinky and it presented him with the image of the couple on the road to the town limits of the last town. They recognised Clifford Rogers immediately.
"That's scientist Clifford Rogers with his wife Puabi."
"They are looking for us."
"They are looking for the makers of the storm walker but they may not know it is us yet."
"We should meet them, no?"
"In due time, Amanda. They are not near yet. Let us summon the walker first."
Disruptor wriggled both pinkies and the storm walker awakened. However, in its wake
FlowFlowFlow by Michel-le-fou
Week 5 prompt
The past is almost always forgotten when the present is in progress and the future is in sight. But occasionally it comes to haunt us in very curious ways.
Charlie Thompson had been engrossed in his work and leisure activities for months before this case transpired. He had been so wrapped up that anthem oriels of his past faded like his dreams. Charlie was engaged as a painter in a town for one year. Prior to that, although, as I mentioned, he had forgotten, he was a lifeguard. In his leisure, Charlie was an amateur artist. He enjoyed painting obviously.
When the case mentioned began, Charlie was enjoying his hobby but he was seeking a model. Most girls in the town were rather shy to pose for him. Then, one day, as he sat pondering how to find a model, a strange but sensuous young woman came to him. She was interested and available to pose for him. So that evening, she stripped before him. Charlie stared. She was pale like a ghost. Her features were still clear
TreasureTreasureTreasure by Michel-le-fou
Dictated by Puabi
Some women desire gems and pearls
Some desire silver and gold
Some desire dominion and power
But they must pause to think
Even for one second
What will they do when they grow old?
A woman ages and will deflower.
I know it well
I had all of those
Now I have only one treasure
A gentle loving man
Who gives me continuous pleasure
Brought by the Storm (page 4)Brought by the StormBrought by the Storm (page 4) by Michel-le-fou
Amanda Delacroix and Donald Wakeley hurried outdoors that night to track the storm walker and send it to the next town. They found it at the spot it rested, at the opposite end of the town, after an hour. Then thy proceeded to guide it ahead on course.
In New York City, Clifford Rogers had finished a relaxing and refreshing dinner. It was one of the first meals that Puabi cooked. She was still rather shy about modern styles, and often she urged Clifford to join her in selecting clothing. The radio networks broadcasted the story of the storm walker that Puabi had seen on television the night before. She stopped eating suddenly and almost gagged on food. He patted her back carefully. When she was safe, she smiled gratefully at Clifford.
"What happened, sweetheart?"
"Clifford, that report was the same one I saw last night."
"Hmmm. That thing seems to be still at large."
"We must help those in charge."
"We will, indeed. Let us go quickly."
Clifford found his par
Calm After StormCalm After StormCalm After Storm by MichelxPuabi
Strong winds are strong one moment
They abate to leave air calm
My tempests cannot last too long
Weary, i turn to her who I love
All is still
Except our hearts
Am I a Prince?Am I a Prince? by Delice1941
This is not funny
She kissed me
I turned to stone!
Dense as a stoneWhile falling into oblivion would be a great shameDense as a stone by MentallyBoundRonin
It might be a pleasant escape from the world's torture and pain
Capitalizing on weakness and manipulated through fear
Boosting of truth yet believing everything they see and hear
One cannot work in absolutes with a rigid one-sided mind
Nor make logical decision when to anything but their view they are blind
No time for contemplating others in a partial calcified brain
Because that is the thought process of a person surely insane
For Neanderthals have little brains that when thinking of compassion, simply stop
As it's a sad state we few have the knowledge that cavemen think like rocks