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Waiting

So now I have to wait. Luckily it's what I'm good at.I'm trapped in this place, an inmate in a powderkeg prison.no way out, no way forward, no way free. not yet, anyway.The animal wants to pace and growl, hurl itself at the bars, all teeth, claws and fury. But that wouldn't help. so the man in me controls the it, and we both sit patiently, waiting.Looking out, looking forward, looking at freedom. It'll come in time.Your actions put me here, forced me into this cage. What was my home is now a prison, a comfortable gulag.My possessions are still here, but the enjoyment they brought is gone, and the good feeling in this place is replaced with...

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M.I.W. Exercise

The pain is intense. A supernova of agony, flaring brightly but briefly, burning itself out but leaving an echo behind, which pulses in aftershock agony, then slowly fades.It's my own fault. Repetition, repetition, repetition. That's what does it. Doing the same things so often they become second nature, automatic, allowing our minds to wander. It's the curse of humanity, to not pay attention, to not focus on what is actually happening.I begin moving my hands again, first around and around, then up and down. Then down slowly, more carefully than before, down and around, curving slightly, simple, easy.The touch of metal against the skin is ...

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M.I.W. Exercise by terandir, literature

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M.I.W. Exercise

Rain -Revisited- by terandir, literature

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Rain -Revisited-

I wake up to the alarm clock buzzing. Switching it off I hear another sound. Walking to the window and opening the curtains, I'm greeted by the sight that matches the sound, that of the rain falling on the city. It's not heavy rain, just that constant downpour of fine drops that causes the things it hits to be covered in a mist. Buildings, cars, people, all are covered by this obscuring vapour, which distorts their shapes, making them fuzzy and indistinct, as if seen through a piece of frosted glass, all blurred outlines and no substance.I used to hate the rain, despise it, as if it were to blame for the events that happened back then, as ...

Let My People Go by terandir, literature

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Let My People Go

It's dark back here. Only a bit of light is coming through the curtains. The musty smell sticks in my nose and tickles it, making me sneeze. There's a thud as I drop the box I was carrying to the floor, a wood on wood bang, unnaturally loud in the empty hall. WHEN ISRAEL WAS IN EGYPT'S LAND I wince at the noise and look around. Save for the benches and myself, the hall has only one other person in it, who looks up from his book at the noise."Be careful please Iain, some of them are old and fragile", he says."Sorry sir", I say. LET MY PEOPLE GO! I turn back to the boxes. There are three of them, wooden and quite heavy. I get on my knees and...

My friends.... by terandir, literature

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My friends....

To you I say thanks. You give me form, shape and substance... My life is nothing but an echo, A fragment of something long gone, bouncing off the walls of reality... Faded glories ringing out, Triumphs and tragedies of my past lives left for people to guess at... You who care about me hear these echoes. You shape them; make them, until they are something solid, until they are me... This life, my last one, is nothing but the final repetition of the pantomime, The final time I am cast in this play... .A piece of soul lost in every life, left to wait on the other side, Until nothing remains here... This vessel was granted the merest ess...

Poem by terandir, literature

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Poem

I wish I could live in a world without pain So I could pull the pieces back together... I wish I could live, in a world without fear To be set free of my demons.... The mirror shows a reflection I dont want A face I hate to see... These eyes of mine show to much of the lives Ive led So much blood... I look up at the night sky full of stars And I wonder are you there?... I search for meaning amongst the lights But find only the void staring back.... If only I could find you before my life is over I would finally be at peace... Until that day i keep searching for my place... for my peace... for you...

Rain by terandir, literature

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Rain

I wake up to the alarm clock buzzing. I switch it off and hear another sound. Walking to the window and opening the curtains, Im greeted by the sight that matches the sound, that of the rain falling on the city. Its not heavy rain, just that constant downpour of drops that cause the things it hits to be covered with a fine mist. Buildings, cars people, all are covered by this obscuring vapour, which distorts their shapes, making them fuzzy and indistinct, as if seen through a piece of frosted glass, all blurred outlines and no substance.I used to hate the rain, despise it, as if it were to blame for the events that happened back then, as...

Chracter Bio - Mark Reynolds by terandir, literature

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Chracter Bio - Mark Reynolds

Bio: Name: Mark Reynolds Sex: Male Age: 18(at the start) Height: 5 10/ 1.80m Weight: 13 stone/ 83kg Build: average Hair: black Eyes: blue D O B: June 25th 1998Bio: Born in derby in 1998 Mark was raised by his mother after his father left the family when Mark was very young, because he was having an affair with another woman. Mark is physically average, average build, height, weight, etc his only notable physical aspect are his eyes, which are a deep blue and a genetic quirk, being a throwback to an ancestor on his fathers side. People have often remaked that he has dyed his hair because of these. Mark Joins the Separatist Movement...

War Of The Isles- Background by terandir, literature

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War Of The Isles- Background

In 2011 an underground political movement began to form. This movement, the Separation of Yesterday movement (known as the Separatists) was formed by people who were tired of the government of the time. Tired of being not listened to and ignored by their own government and tired of the constant and seemingly pointless bickering that the government did, these people decided to start a political party that would actually listen to its people, that would hear the problems of the people and try to solve them.They began by spreading their message amongst those people who were affected most by the infighting of the government, the common man. Th...

Beep by terandir, literature

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Beep

Beep...Beep... Beep...The woman lies in her bed asleep. the curtains are undrawn, the moonlight painting her skin a pale white, and giving the whole room a silver glow. The window is open, a slight breeze is playing its way across her face, gently moving her hair, she stirs, rolls over and goes back to sleep. Her face is drawn, as if her sleep is troubledToo many worries he thinks "one less thing to worry about soon,at least". She is the vision of beauty to him,perfect in every way,even more so at this momentHe stands watching her sleep. Hes watching so intently, as if he is trying to burn every detail of her sleeping form into his min...