I fucked up
Three times already
The tide has turned and
I won't change a thing
to make it work.
Time goes by
getting old
getting older and
I won't change a thing
to make it work.
One day I shall look
Back on it and laugh
One day if you asked me
I will look back on it and
cry, like I'm crying over it now.
Crying over the lost time
over the missed chances
that I see going by now and
I still won't change a thing
anything
to make it work.
You've given me your heart,
but what I've done with it?
Casually put it in a back pocket,
Sat on it,
Crammed in other things with it,
Forgotten about it,
Put it in the washing-machine
With dirty socks and stockings
And now I wonder why it came out all
wrinkled, ripped and torn to shreds,
but at least washed clean of me?
Of rats and hogs - June 3.2 by scordeteyla, literature
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Of rats and hogs - June 3.2
III.
Let us go in together,
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of jointO cursèd spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.
- Hamlet[...]
After that strange and unnerving encounter with Chris in the morning, Sam had wandered the streets restlessly. He didn't feel like going home and the thought of meeting Judith soon, was intoxicating. After all this time, he had not realised that he had been most afraid of disappointing her. Hannah was a sweet gentle person. Branwen was rough and fragile in her own way. Judith was more terrifying than she was, but he felt he needn't f
Of rats and hogs - June 3.1 by scordeteyla, literature
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Of rats and hogs - June 3.1
III.
Let us go in together,
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of jointO cursèd spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.
- HamletThe heat of the waning day was still in the air, but the sun had sunk so low by now, that quite a few places in the city were plunged into shadow.
They had left the window open and the warm air streamed into the room. To them it was cool. Sam looked at the young woman lying next to him. As far as he could tell she was asleep; he could only make out her outlines and her chest was gently moving up and down. He shifted closer to her, so that
Of rats and hogs - June 2 by scordeteyla, literature
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Of rats and hogs - June 2
II.
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,--
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
-Second Witch, MacbethTwo Monday
'Is Michael the reason why you can't love me?' he asked a few weeks later when she was fixing dinner for all the others.
Dara was lying down in the master bedroom and Cristina was at work. Jacob and Evie were playing outside.
They had divided the house that Dara, Cristina and all children except Lilith slept in the master bedroom, and Sascha, Branwen and the baby had what used to be the room of th
Of rats and hogs - June 1 by scordeteyla, literature
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Of rats and hogs - June 1
JUNE '60: Light and wings
I.But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
- RomeoOne Friday
It was almost two months later, though to Judith it felt to be more than a thousand years. Weeks and weeks they had spent together transforming the old tree's massive roots into a kind of burrow for both of them.
Admittedly it had been mostly Judith doing the work, because Johnny still had to keep struggling with his broken leg. There was no point denying anymore that wh
Of rats and hogs - April 3 by scordeteyla, literature
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Of rats and hogs - April 3
APRIL '60: Flights and slings
III.
To die, to sleep
No more and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to
- HamletFriday
The dew was still frozen on the grass, when Sam clambered over the broken city walls. After all one bomb had missed the centre and blasted the boundary between outskirts and woods. It would not be a problem even for Johnny to enter the city now. But should he?
Contrary to popular belief, Sam wasn't retarded. He, too, understood why Johnny had left, even though like all of them, he had no idea what he had left behind.
After all these years, after all this t
Of rats and hogs - April 2 by scordeteyla, literature
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Of rats and hogs - April 2
APRIL '60: Flights and slings
II.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
- Hamlet Two Wednesday
The sky was of a clear blue, almost like late spring or early summer, though it was April 14th 2060. Would it become a historic date? Like the beginning of this war now more than a year ago? February 12th 2059 with the bombardment of Northern Italy, Austria and parts of Southern Germany.
Sascha couldn't tell now. He delighted in fantasising about himself being the man of the hour. How that could be possible, he dared not belie
Of rats and hogs - April 1 by scordeteyla, literature
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Of rats and hogs - April 1
APRIL '60: Flight and slings
I.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
- Horatio 'Hamlet'One Wednesday
Its plumage was a sandy shade of brown, quite undistinguished, and with its bright beady eyes it was an ugly bird; if it weren't for its few feathers of bright turquoise with black stripes.
A redhead sat almost on the highest branch of an oak watching the bird attentively. Her movements were slow and deliberate like those of a cat. What she was doing here she wasn't really sure about anymore. Someone might have told her to look for something to eat, but when she considered the j
I've enough of being alone.
And unloved, unloathed,
at best, misliked, misunderstood,
at once forgotten,
Lowering myself to the ground
of the abyss inside me
stealthily I pass on there
Before everything above comes crashing down.
I fucked up
Three times already
The tide has turned and
I won't change a thing
to make it work.
Time goes by
getting old
getting older and
I won't change a thing
to make it work.
One day I shall look
Back on it and laugh
One day if you asked me
I will look back on it and
cry, like I'm crying over it now.
Crying over the lost time
over the missed chances
that I see going by now and
I still won't change a thing
anything
to make it work.
You've given me your heart,
but what I've done with it?
Casually put it in a back pocket,
Sat on it,
Crammed in other things with it,
Forgotten about it,
Put it in the washing-machine
With dirty socks and stockings
And now I wonder why it came out all
wrinkled, ripped and torn to shreds,
but at least washed clean of me?
Of rats and hogs - April 1 by scordeteyla, literature
Literature
Of rats and hogs - April 1
APRIL '60: Flight and slings
I.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
- Horatio 'Hamlet'One Wednesday
Its plumage was a sandy shade of brown, quite undistinguished, and with its bright beady eyes it was an ugly bird; if it weren't for its few feathers of bright turquoise with black stripes.
A redhead sat almost on the highest branch of an oak watching the bird attentively. Her movements were slow and deliberate like those of a cat. What she was doing here she wasn't really sure about anymore. Someone might have told her to look for something to eat, but when she considered the j
Of rats and hogs - April 2 by scordeteyla, literature
Literature
Of rats and hogs - April 2
APRIL '60: Flights and slings
II.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
- Hamlet Two Wednesday
The sky was of a clear blue, almost like late spring or early summer, though it was April 14th 2060. Would it become a historic date? Like the beginning of this war now more than a year ago? February 12th 2059 with the bombardment of Northern Italy, Austria and parts of Southern Germany.
Sascha couldn't tell now. He delighted in fantasising about himself being the man of the hour. How that could be possible, he dared not belie
Of rats and hogs - April 3 by scordeteyla, literature
Literature
Of rats and hogs - April 3
APRIL '60: Flights and slings
III.
To die, to sleep
No more and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to
- HamletFriday
The dew was still frozen on the grass, when Sam clambered over the broken city walls. After all one bomb had missed the centre and blasted the boundary between outskirts and woods. It would not be a problem even for Johnny to enter the city now. But should he?
Contrary to popular belief, Sam wasn't retarded. He, too, understood why Johnny had left, even though like all of them, he had no idea what he had left behind.
After all these years, after all this t
Of rats and hogs - June 1 by scordeteyla, literature
Literature
Of rats and hogs - June 1
JUNE '60: Light and wings
I.But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
- RomeoOne Friday
It was almost two months later, though to Judith it felt to be more than a thousand years. Weeks and weeks they had spent together transforming the old tree's massive roots into a kind of burrow for both of them.
Admittedly it had been mostly Judith doing the work, because Johnny still had to keep struggling with his broken leg. There was no point denying anymore that wh
Of rats and hogs - June 2 by scordeteyla, literature
Literature
Of rats and hogs - June 2
II.
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,--
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
-Second Witch, MacbethTwo Monday
'Is Michael the reason why you can't love me?' he asked a few weeks later when she was fixing dinner for all the others.
Dara was lying down in the master bedroom and Cristina was at work. Jacob and Evie were playing outside.
They had divided the house that Dara, Cristina and all children except Lilith slept in the master bedroom, and Sascha, Branwen and the baby had what used to be the room of th
Of rats and hogs - June 3.1 by scordeteyla, literature
Literature
Of rats and hogs - June 3.1
III.
Let us go in together,
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of jointO cursèd spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.
- HamletThe heat of the waning day was still in the air, but the sun had sunk so low by now, that quite a few places in the city were plunged into shadow.
They had left the window open and the warm air streamed into the room. To them it was cool. Sam looked at the young woman lying next to him. As far as he could tell she was asleep; he could only make out her outlines and her chest was gently moving up and down. He shifted closer to her, so that
Of rats and hogs - June 3.2 by scordeteyla, literature
Literature
Of rats and hogs - June 3.2
III.
Let us go in together,
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of jointO cursèd spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.
- Hamlet[...]
After that strange and unnerving encounter with Chris in the morning, Sam had wandered the streets restlessly. He didn't feel like going home and the thought of meeting Judith soon, was intoxicating. After all this time, he had not realised that he had been most afraid of disappointing her. Hannah was a sweet gentle person. Branwen was rough and fragile in her own way. Judith was more terrifying than she was, but he felt he needn't f
I've enough of being alone.
And unloved, unloathed,
at best, misliked, misunderstood,
at once forgotten,
Lowering myself to the ground
of the abyss inside me
stealthily I pass on there
Before everything above comes crashing down.
Scared Crow - Chapter 1 by scordeteyla, literature
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Scared Crow - Chapter 1
Come with me
It was late autumn. Thick, clammy mist hung low over the country and made the forest trees look as if they were floating in empty space. In the middle of the field, a large puppet stood on a stick. The loose rags barely covering it were idly moving in the wind alternately rushing or fanning over it.
The wind was cold and sharp. The girl stood watching as the crows flew around or sat on the puppet and wondered why it was supposed to scare them. It didnt work after all, did it?
On her way back to the city it started to snow.
She shivered and wrapped her jacket tighter around herself. Branwen always was cold, b