The Voice in the LakeFor fifteen years, Dalton had reserved a special quarter of his solitary evenings to sit at the foot of the great lake outside the woodland orphanage. In fact, the lake was his first memory, and the voice coming from within were the first words spoken to him as he was birthed into the world. Every evening, he rebuked the social desires of his fellow orphans and communed with the lake, naming the melodic voice Grace, and embraced her warm companionship.The Voice in the Lake by thwackcrackers
Many in the orphanage did not take this regimented and near zealous ritual kindly, and shunned the young Dalton.
"There is nothing there," They would blare at him. "If you love the lake so much, why don't you just go drown yourself in it?"
In those quiet evenings, when Dalton's burdens nearly broke him, Grace would speak to him and quiet his troubled heart. He loved her voice, despite the stones of verbal abuse the others threw at him, and refused to deviate from his self-imposed exile at the lake.
On one evening, as normal as any other,
Making the PackA wolf transformation story by grapehyacinthMaking the Pack by grapehyacinth
“How are we going to get them to get this project done? Those three can't even look at each other without arguing, Fay!” exclaimed Tab Watkins, president of Tayco Incorporated.
Dr. Fay Burns, company psychologist, smiled. “I know just the thing. A business retreat.”
“How the hell with that help?”
“Oh, my friend, this won't be just any retreat. Trust me.”
“A team-building retreat! 'F' that!” cried Jan Mavis, a forty-five year old executive at the firm. She was perfectly coiffed, dressed, and now quite infuriated.
Dr. Burns shuffled her feet under her desk. “Jan, I'm glad to see you're finding other choices than curse words. That's much more businesslike, and it's the first step in our sessions–”
“Lily is a little bitch. She acts like she's
Life SentenceI'd trade it all to get that feeling back, so many tears agoLife Sentence by justakid93
Christmas meets 9/11, girl you're a merry go
You've got my head spinning round like CDs in a stereo
I want that cupid cruise but we never had a ferry/fairy though
Cause all I want is you, my heart's not bullet proof
The most beautiful thing in the world, yep you're living proof
That dreams do really come true, but so do nightmares of you
So what am I supposed to do when the sky never turns blue
Who thought one light sentence could equal a life sentence
Could equal a life pending, equal a life ending
Could equal the third impact, Katrina meets 9/11
The thought of crucifixion to live on with no heaven
No haven in this cruel world, salad with no dressing
What's ham with no burger, what's life with no ending
I guess it really cuts deepest when it's true
But there'll be a day when Ernie has no Bert too