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Life is a black coffee lately - Dull, unpleasant, flavorless - Make it sweet with cream and sugar, Seek out sunbursts where I can. Of the same wood, but among the mulch, I am a bright yellow pencil. Or is it really a light orange? I just don't know anymore. I wish I were a fishing boat, Doomed to capsize by rogue waves. They'll call the great one Kanagawa. They'll call the great one Kanagawa.

Circarpous V, AKA Mimban. The eve of Order 66. The icy winds of a freezing Mimban winter whistled through the opening in the tent, causing the loose flap to rustle loudly and whip spastically through the air, but Captain Rex hardly noticed as the handheld holoprojector slipped from his fingers and clattered into the dirt, rolling to a stop a few feet away. It can't be, he thought, his mind numb and heavy, a dull whine ringing in the back of his head. They wouldn't do that. Ever. Especially not... From somewhere deeper within the camp shots rang out, as well as a sound Rex had grown to recognize as the hum of a lightsaber cutting through the

Good little girl, Always picking a fight with me, You know that I'm bad But you're spending the night with me, What do you want from my world? You're a good little girl Bad little boy, That's what you're acting like, I really don't buy That you're that kind of guy And if you are, Why do you want to hang out with me? Good little girl, Always pretending you hate me but I see through your act 'cause you keep comin' back, What could you want from my world? You're a good little girl Bad little boy, You pull off a good farce but I know Inside your heart, it isn't really that dark, So why do you Insist on making it seem that way? Don't you know

Fall was on its way. And with it the cold, the death, the decay. How fitting, she thought. Fog drifted lightly over the lake, bright white in stark contrast to the general gloom of the morning, the glow of the sun not yet peeking over the tops of the trees ringing the small body of water. The girl sat close to the shore on the edge of a small pier jutting out into the inky black liquid, watching the leaves fall from a nearby willow tree. A shroud of darkness blanketed her immediate surroundings, overwhelming yet oddly comforting in its immensity, and she found herself thankful for its presence. She rose and walked slowly to the end of the p

As he stepped inside the small house he shared with his wife, Hinata, and their adopted son, Konohamaru, Naruto Uzumaki rubbed his sore shoulder & smiled as the incredible smell of a pot roast wafted in from the kitchen. "Boy, that smells good..." he said, pulling his headband off his forehead & stuffing it in his back pocket. "Naruto? Is that you?" he heard Hinata call from the kitchen. "Yeah, it's me," he said, "And if I'm not mistaken, that's a world famous Hinata Hyuga pot roast & potato wedges I smell..." Smiling, she drifted out of the kitchen & kissed him on the cheek, saying, "You've got such a good nose, I could swear you're from the

"Naruto?! You like Naruto?!" Ino, Sakura, & Tenten all looked completely shocked at Hinata's confession. "Yes", Hinata said, "Why do you all look so shocked? Sakura, you already knew." "I thought you were just delirious", Sakura said, "I didn't think you actually meant that!" "It's the truth", Hinata said dreamily, "Ever since we were kids, I've harbored a secret crush on him. He's handsome, funny, smart, charming..." "Ok, I have no idea where you got funny & smart from..." Sakura interrupted. "CANNON-BALL!!!!" Naruto shouted as he jumped into the water. A tidal wave of water erupted from the pool, and laughter-mixed jeers came from a

(Opening instrumental) Verse 1: Your velvet skin, yeah, So smooth to the touch, You let me have a little And it's such a rush, girl, The unattainable, Unreachable, unfazeable Until I ran into you I had thought myself undazeable Chorus: Yeah, You bring me to despair, 'Cause you're my gorgeous little nightmare, Yeah, it hardly seems fair That you're my pretty little jump scare, Always out of reach, you're never mine to keep, It drives me to the brink, I swear I'm losing sleep, Yeah, you set my heart to prayer 'Cause you're my gorgeous little nightmare Verse 2: Celebrations, revelations, Dance the Macabray, My teenage dream Shrouded in black

"You've got to be joking. There's no way he said that." "I'm telling you, Tarik. That's what the Headmaster said." "I can't believe it's come to war..." Tarik said, running a hand through his hair. "Especially against such tough foes as the Fire Barons. It's a Wood Forger's worst nightmare to so much as cross paths with one." "Thar's for sure." Gami replied. "But we've faced threat after threat from those bullies, & the Wood Forgers have emerged victorious every time. Headmaster Viragor won't let us down. He never has." "I hope you're right, Gami." he said. "Because if you're wrong, it could mean the destruction of not only the School of Pape

The late 1700s. Colonial America. "Nicholas Biddle..." Shay had been more focused on his drink than the newcomers up until now, but things were starting to get interesting. He recognized one of the men: Robert Faulkner. He had always meant to kill the Assassin naval commander, but the washed-up old drunk posed no threat to the Templars now. His companion, practically just a boy, lunged for his comrade Master Biddle, but was held back by Faulkner. "Let go of me!" Beneath the table, Shay gently slipped his flintlocks from their holsters and thumbed the hammers, the business ends leveled at the boy's kneecaps. If this continued for too much lon

Our Heavenly Father how awesome be thy name, to give sight to the blind & put a spring in the step of the lame. Your unending grace never ceases to amaze me. Your name commands unending praise, & we celebrate & sing, "You have saved us! You have saved us!" Gone is the grave's victory, Death has lost its sting. Your great mercy we are undeserving of, but you open up your doors & invite us into your Holy Kingdom built on a foundation of love. Sin is beaten, the darkness in our hearts has retreated, Satan has been defeated, the fires of Hell have been doused by your boundless glory. The blood of Christ has cleansed us & given us eternal life.

FADE IN: EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY - DUSK TITLE CARD: “NEAR THE TEXAS-MEXICO BORDER” The desert is a vast, seemingly endless entity. It stretches as far in any direction as the eye can see, trailing off into the horizon where the dying sun seems to be melting it. SERIES OF SHOTS: At first glance it appears quite barren, but the sandy expanse thrums and pulsates with life. Tiny creatures, insects and rodents and reptiles of various kinds, emerge from the homes they have made for themselves within the earth in anticipation of the activities they will undertake during the night. Sparse bits of vegetation sprout up in various places, and

Where to even begin? Well, before Kaleidoscope, I wasn't sure what to make of Coldplay anymore. The band who once seemed destined to become the new great gentleman rockers after exploding onto the scene with 2000's Parachutes started to lose me as they delved deeper and deeper into pop, seemingly in the name of greater sales, moving away from what made their debut and A Rush of Blood to the Head so great. What I love about this new EP, however, a companion piece to their most recent studio album A Head Full of Dreams, is that it's the best of both worlds: while the desire to experiment with sounds borrowed from electronic, ambient and pop mus