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Untitled Chapter 2I awoke in my bedroom, the scent of a fresh fall breeze coming in through a window cracked partly open. It mixed with the old hardwood-floor to create the smell that comes to mind when I think of "home." Birdsong floated in to gently arouse my senses to wakefulness.Untitled Chapter 2
I climbed out of bed and entered my bathroom. Sunlight filtered in through the silk curtains, casting patterns upon the ceiling and walls. The servants would already have lit the water heater, so I sat on a stool beside my clawfoot bathtub and pumped the iron lever next to me to fill it with water. I sat there for a moment, watching translucent whisps of steam curl up


Untitled Chapter 1"Sarah! Watch where you're walking!"Untitled Chapter 1
I looked down to see broken glass covering the cobblestone towards which I was walking. I had veered off-course from the street and was walking straight towards a vandalized storefront.
"Careful now, walk back towards me," Michael said, concern and a hint of frustration tinting his voice. "I swear, you've been so absent minded lately." I thought I felt my cheeks begin to blush. "And I suspect it shall only get worse. Mr. Whitaker seemed to take a fancy to you at the ball tonight, didn't he?" N


Untitled Prologue"When the time comes, you will find your strength."Untitled Prologue
Like a fleet of ironclads, the distant clouds steamed onwards, closer, not threatening but promising to overtake the moon in due time. A soft red glow tinted the clouds' underbellies and reflected down over the hillside. As the wind began to pick up, first the moss hanging from the tress started to sway, then did the branches themselves. This old oak grove was alive tonight, and it could feel the urgency in the air, carried in on the quickening breeze. Lightning cold and blue flickered between the clouds and a slow, deep rumble emanated from the valley that lay below. As t


Airport[A single young man is on stage. He sits USR, facing the HR corner (assuming a proscenium stage), contemplative. A jacket lies draped over the back of his chair.]Airport
[Ambience of a crowd can be heard, a hustle and bustle.]
Man:
Atlanta to Chicago. Atlanta to Chicago.
[Quiet a moment, then mumbling the word] O'Hare.
[Resuming] I hate O'Hare. [Pause] I say I hate O'Hare, but maybe I like it. Lost in the crowd on a layover, running from termi


Metre Learning GuideSo. Metre. It has become a dirty word in some poetry circles. It conjures images of withered, grey-haired men laboriously counting out beats and stresses whilst coughing up phlegm because of all the dust in their cramped and quasi-arcane libraries.Metre Learning Guide
It really isn't all THAT bad, trust me.
So, without getting too 'old-man' technical - What is metre? what is it good for? And, importantly, how does one use it?
Well, let's see if we can come up with some workable and easily understood answers by the end of this.
#1: What is metre?
Technical Language: The most
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"we gotta fight..for our right..to PARTY."
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"we gotta fight..for our right..to PARTY."
come come!
good stuff man
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Troubled souls unite. We got ourselves tonight.
I am fuel, you are friends. We got the means to make amends.
I am lost. I'm no guide but I'm by your side.
I am right by your side.
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