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Some people are not aware of the fact that the sponge is an animal. More correctly, a community of tiny animals living together, filtering tiny food particles out of the water.

Posted By Rushlight On 09.01.2011 @ 12:11 pm

He made an offer I couldn’t refuse. My life for hers. He knew what I’d do, we all did. He just wanted to see the look of defeat on my face. And the fear that he’d take her anyway.

Posted By Rushlight On 08.31.2011 @ 10:32 am

These was always a chance. Luck had never been on her side, but sometimes that is the only hope. She drew a breath and gauged the distance. She took that first fateful step, running for the edge, and leaped. Her heart was in her throat, and she whumped against the cliff’s edge. She’d made it.

Posted By Rushlight On 08.29.2011 @ 7:48 am

The wings on the dragonfly glowed iridescent as it sailed across the water. It seemed to be coming in for a landing, buzzing determinedly towards me. I was surprised when it lit upon my outstretched hand, and suddenly felt like good luck was heading my way.

Posted By Rushlight On 08.01.2011 @ 10:52 am

Lightning flashed, the light blinding her as the boom rattled her teeth. She had to get out of here. This tempest was destroying the forest, and her with it, if she didn’t find a way to stop it. There were words, but there wasn’t enough time.

Posted By Rushlight On 07.25.2011 @ 2:02 pm

Finally got the tickets. Been waiting so long for them. Now we’re walking in the auditorium, the rumble, buzz, and hum of the crowd anticipating the music. Walking up front, just 3 rows back, center stage. Better find my ear plugs before it starts.

Posted By Rushlight On 07.22.2011 @ 3:27 pm

HIstory is filled with stories of heroism and hatred, triumph and tragedy. It is the listing, the story, the record of the human condition. Sometimes it makes us proud to read it. Other times, we wish it had not been so, that there was not such a taint upon our race.

Posted By Rushlight On 06.23.2011 @ 2:36 pm

Sideburns have changed over the years, often being indicative of the culture of the time. Personally, I don’t care for large, overt ones, but they can be interesting. Take the ones on ST: TOS. Sort of part of the iconic image.

Posted By Rushlight On 05.30.2011 @ 9:28 am

The mint smell rose from the creekside, adding to the general aroma of the green woods. She bent over to take a spring, chewhing thoughtfully, then taking a drink of the cold spring, the water tasting ever colder due to the ming.

Posted By Rushlight On 05.28.2011 @ 4:52 am

there was a theif in the night stealing not goods or money but souls. he was taking them to heaven to live in glory, music, relief. there were those who refused to come, to believe it was real, yet it WAS real. You could touch it, if only with your heart and soul. And it is never ending. Joy, joy and can only be known here on this earth in the briefest of moments. Barely glimpsed yet ever sought.

Posted By rushlight On 05.23.2011 @ 1:08 pm