"all the experiences of a life-age... all that was me... everything... will vanish... like footprints in the sand... to the tide..."
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_he let out a roar, it made the whole body tremble as it sat, i slowly stood, trying to smile watching the slow molten tides under the smooth exterior, playing in the shadows of moonlight, he put a forpaw forward, showing me its
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The tide brought him back."
"hoh god," murmured james fearfully.
"he was okay. somehow he was still alive, no water in his lungs, no nothing.
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What other flotsam could survive this tide?
if everything is as ending as we
have feared, where could i end but by your side?
let us suppose that all things human end,
then i would choose to end with you again.
Envoi, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse, sonnet
Now the tides were turned and she was the victim hiding in the shadows waiting for the inevitable, the torture that would last for hours.
M/F, Torture
The tides were not effected, the weather remained the same, nothing really changed.
days went by as the cause of this was tracked down. the trail led them to a simple scientist, one that was working on a new power source.
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To see if they know how to steem the tide,
yet when we arrived they simply turned thier heads,
and the chef said:
"now you know how we felt when the white man came!!"
here in anguish rain,
ever since they came.
Other, Poem, song
Though none could deny the braw beast there,
with his rugged good looks and fiery red hair;
quite a quare wan was he along the turning tide,
til he left for the fine coastal town to abide.
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The sea mourns for the loss of his friend, his tears creating the evening tides. i behold this sight, a picture of fear and beauty, turmoil and love.
Metaphoric, Short Story
Maybe a great tide will come and drown me. or snuffed out by an animal. maybe i will take my own life. i wonder when and how. on this great ocean of life.
that was the answer. that there was never any thing to fear. but to take on.
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