SCC Shadow Caster: Ninja-Spinners
SCC Shadow Casters: Ninja-Spinners
The man in the fedora continued his walk, taking a careful look around the mall. He was trying not to be too obvious, but the sound, that sound. That whirring grinding, ball bearing sound, it filled him with absolute dread.
Coming to the mall may have been a fatal mistake. Now, there would be no way for him to know which way an attack was coming from. He had thought that maybe, he would be safe out in public. But, he had forgotten how quickly this new "toy" had filtered its way into everyday life and everyday Society.
He was filled with a terror that could only be his own, unnoticed by everyone around him. In less than four months, this piece of Dark-tec technology had infiltrated every aspect of American Youth. The almost instant absorption and automatic acceptance of a seemingly harmless ADD therapy tool, arriving daily in infinite verity, shade, and hew. Now in the hands of Millions! Giving eyes and ears to an unseen army, through Blue
Pear- a horror story Something strange happened on DA.
I decided to post a picture of a Pear.
As I readied my camera, the pear grind at me.
Then it tried to eat me!
So I ate the pear.
Christmas EveStill and Quiet…
Still and quiet is the night, long, cold, and deep.
No snow, cold, not so cold as to keep this night watchers from stirring.
Form the roof top she looks down on me, the Old Gray Mother, in silent vigil over her family.
Long ago the Gray Prussian came, adopted us as her family and had two litters in the first spring; now no more. She watches her family, her children from the height in peaceful completion.
I see her in my long watch of the night, and her me, we look upon each other, creature of the night and son of the day.
Still and quiet, all is still and quiet, and seeming in peace to me.
Close behind, comes Panther, eldest survivor of the Old Gray Mothers first litter. Silently she glides across the ground to me, silently like the night, the cold dark night, waiting for the morning light to come.
She rests her paws on me, looking up as if to ask “where has the summer gone?”
Nothing stirs, the wind is calmed and all flags rest, illuminated in the nig
Over the HillOver the Hill*
At home, they teased about this age;
I had barely the strength to laugh.
Deep down inside my heart, I understand;
I have reached that point at last.
Someone I know1 is long past that now;
I scarcely hear from them,
But my heart and my mind drive me on.
And, while I lay my head to rest,
I feel a small hand's gentle touch2;
Then, warmth and strength coarse through my veins,
To enliven me again.
My only hope of fading youth
Is her, who lies beside me
So tenderly, each night.
*Over the hill is slang for getting old
1. Fellow writer D-A_Skelly
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