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Lovers and Losers, Pt. 7 of 7. Scott reached the area of their original position a little over a half hour later a little off track and was somewhat winded. He came down the last slope in a clumsy manner and emerged from the trees where the other two vehicles were, ahead of his pickup. They were parked about forty meters in front of one of the abandoned mines, and he expected to be taken by surprise upon recognizing the misjudged locale. However, the circumstance was completely opposite.
Richard stood up fast after hearing him stumble over some loose rocks and approach closer. He turned, brought his hands up from below his waist, and said, "Jesus, Scott! You sure know how to scare the hell out of a person. Almost caught me with my pants down too, literally. Where did you come from anyway, a deer hunt?"
"No, a long hike," he replied, "with wild Wendy. Did you see
Lovers and Losers, Pt. 6 of 7. While Scott went his own way, Wendy intended to make sure her return route would be out of his view completely. She remained frustrated because the potentially threatening situation made her compelled to obey him, like some dog on an invisible leash; jealousy was one of her few stronger weaknesses. She was in the denser woods no more than ten minutes when the sound of small twigs breaking was heard in the distance. "Okay, you sneaky little pest. I'll tell you just who belongs to whom well enough," she commented to herself before moving faster.
Wendy moved further up-slope over rockier terrain and more ground obstacles a little longer and stopped near the top of the ridge to listen again. Only a few birds in the sky-clogging network of branches above could be heard, along with the occasional buzz of a flying insect. She turned her head to the left fast as a small part of a patch of de
Lovers and Losers, Pt. 5 of 7. Scott surveyed the area around him and saw that the path only went straight a shorter distance than he just walked before curving away again. He postulated that it thus had an irregular sigmoid shape, like that from a snake or serpent, but he could not even guess as to what kind. The size of it seemed absurd and certainly beyond belief. Even moderate-sized saplings had been crushed down flat and stripped of their thin bark and often their very foundation. "What kind of force could have done this?" he thought while still amazed. "Looks like a bulldozer drove through here in hell of a hurry."
He knelt down and upon close careful inspection of the ground saw subtle ripples across its surface -- the imprint of his mysterious "bulldozer." They were not quite evenly spaced but were most noticeable towards and in the middle of the descending trail. He crawled a few meters and s
Lovers and Losers, Pt. 4 of 7. Scott and Wendy walked nearly one hundred meters down the special slope before encountering more of the deciduous and largely evergreen forest. The broad-leafed trees grew in small thick clusters about the taller dominant stand, and after both of them were into it for a few minutes, he started to doubt her certainty of his more desired goal again. When they did find it though, it was very obvious and left them moderately surprised, even agog at first.
The long-sought and discovered objective consisted of a distinct gap as wide as a city street, and its stark overall appearance made him confirm its presence verbally first. "You don't have to tell me this is it, Wendy. Your facial expression is doing that well enough," he said.
"Y-yes, I know. I was just looking at all of the mushrooms on each side of it. They weren't at the place at all . . . w
Lovers and Losers, Pt. 3 of 7. Wendy let out a short jovial scream upon seeing Scott lunge toward her, and he chased her down through the gloomier shade and mist in the trees to eventually catch her in the subsequent open area of tall dewy grass. She tried to twist free after he grasped a dangling forearm and nearly lost balance while being spun around on the slippery sloping surface. However, he did not let her fall to the uneven ground without knowing how fragile she really was or where any rocks were concealed.
"Who's playing hard to get now, Sweetness?' he jeered.
"Okay, already," she responded, and faced him with a more serious concentrated gaze. "You got me."
"And vice-versa. You know, you shouldn't make this trek any more difficult than it already is. I might get used to it and develop an appetite for that special . . . something."
Lovers and Losers, Pt. 2 of 7. Scott did as Wendy instructed and was pleased that they were not seen or heard. The hill and its thick stand of trees were an effective barrier to his concerns and almost as good as a wall from his position. They still closed the doors of the tan vehicle quietly after getting out of it, and the eeriness of the place became most apparent to them then. There was no wind, and he looked up into the sky, largely obscured by competing branches, and saw a low dismal overcast. A dense fog had lifted from the surrounding countryside earlier in the day, and it seemed to linger in the darkest parts of the forest, as if trying with limited ability to hide.
Wendy whispered loudly and signaled him to follow her, and he eagerly did up the adjacent steep incline. She slipped to her knees near the top of it in front of other trees and remarked, "Be careful. This stuff is still wet enough to fo
Lovers and Losers, Pt. 1 of 7. In the early afternoon of the next day, Scott did the obliging honors of picking Wendy up at her place and taking her to the Birchwood Dells in return for her satisfying cooperation. In a way, she was also helping him fill out a missing piece of his life, for he had always wanted but never was able to find out exactly what happened to Celeste while he was unconscious on the distant fateful day of her disappearance. Swiftly passing time and a hectic schedule in his life always prevented such measures.
Wendy added a new wonderful facet to his life last night as well but still felt vulnerable for having shared such unusual intimacies so deeply with him. On the way to Ironstone Road, she recalled from more subtle past experiences about how much men bragged about their conquests, however small, of women and explained to him in turn that she had never went so far with anyone else in those ways. To cov
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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