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Warm, fuzzy nest Sleeping, safe and timelessly The whole world was the nest And all was right with the world But then the wind picked up And the little sparrow tumbled Tossed into the howling gale All the way over the oceans To fall into her prison of wishes Locked up with her shadow Lying to be happy Are you scared? he whispered No, of course not Yes, how could I not be Do you miss your home? I don't remember much I see it in my dreams Why are you quiet? I have nothing to say It hurts me more to speak And then the shadow asked How will we escape? So she spread her wings and flew

Warm, fuzzy nest Sleeping, safe and timelessly The whole world was the nest And all was right with the world But then the wind picked up And the little sparrow tumbled Tossed into the howling gale All the way over the oceans To fall into her prison of wishes Locked up with her shadow Lying to be happy Are you scared? he whispered No, of course not Yes, how could I not be Do you miss your home? I don't remember much I see it in my dreams Why are you quiet? I have nothing to say It hurts me more to speak And then the shadow asked How will we escape? So she spread her wings and flew

I remember it so well. That summer, the summer where it all changed. A life before the lure of the ocean. I revisit it in my dreams every day. That first night, walking along the coastline, salt-rimmed sand tracking our progress. On the edge between land and sea. The laughter, the smiles, I remember… And the call. The call, ringing in my head, coming from the silent waves that came in to rush past my feet, wearing away the soft sand. The unspoken cry, pulling me towards those hidden depths. I had the sudden urge to rip of my clothes and dive in, dive down deep to those mysterious canyons where no human has gone before. I wanted those icy wa

He looked timidly down the street. It was, like the ten previous times he’d checked, empty. Devoid of any and all human life. But not empty, no. There were the bodies remaining still. No one had come to clean them up- or more likely, those who came had perished too, contributing generously to the rising pile. He kept walking, stepping over silent faces, over mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters. Over all the faces of the innocents smited in the greens and yellows of life. The City had died, that much was visible from a glance. Bodies were strewn over streets, park benches, in libraries and coffee shops, in cars and buses and sky

Recreation of the Journeys of Heracles The Conquest of the Nemean Lion The chickens squawked noisily as I threw handfuls of grains upon the clamoring, feathery flock. Feeding the chickens was a daily chore of mine, and although it was much preferred to, say, mucking out the pigsty, I still despised it. I was meant for much greater things; although just seventeen years of age, I was stronger than the strongest man, with a brain to match. Yet here I was, doing the work of a lowly farmhand. It was not enough. I was meant to be a warrior. "Heracles? Are you done yet?" my uncle's voice called earnestly. "Your aunt's made shepherd pie, you don't

"Hey." "Save it." "I didn't say anything." "Good. Keep it that way." A sigh. "He's sorry, you know. For what he did." I stayed silent. "Can't you at least talk to him?" I gave out a short, sharp bark of laughter. It came out sounding feral. "You're lucky I'm talking to you!" "Me? What did I do?" "Nothing. That's the point." "I tried to stop him." Our eyes met. "Tried isn't good enough," I said shortly. "Can't you just-" "Can't I just? Can't I just what? Forgive him? Because I won't. And I never will." I laughed. "He's not even brave enough to try to talk to me face to face! Instead, he sends you! A diplomat! An envoy!" "Sendi

It began with a dream. In the dream, I was flying. I’d never flown in a dream before, but had heard stories that dreams about flying were important, contained messages from the future. I’d never taken much stock in premonitions, but I treasured the dream nonetheless. I moved, suspended in midair by some invisible force, without the help of so much as a single feather. Wings were for lesser beings; I used freedom to spirit me away. I could twist in spirals, flailing but never falling, nervous but never scared. And I was nimble, quick as a raindrop striking a leaf, rushing over lakes and forests and even an entire ocean, waves glint