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Sleeping Beauty by anthaslunula, literature

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Sleeping Beauty

She lay there, A translucent sleeping beauty of modern times, Her ebony hair startles all in contrast to her skin, But unlike snow white, Her lips are ice and blue, With no trace of blood red tinge. And she lies not in a glass coffin, Nor under a silken canopy, No, instead she lies on a simple metal bed. And not in nature des she lie, Nor in a boudoir overtaken with vines, For her, close to hand, are plain white walls. At night, when shadows move, Snakes of fluid embrace her; The life support keeping watch. People flock to her bedside day after day, Yet she never once stirs. In her dreams they call out, Their voices ringing

Dark Depths by anthaslunula, literature

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Dark Depths

Dark depths, Neon light, Glitter. Murky lilies, Plastic toys, Thin slit of moon Sweeping rays form bathing light, Closed flowers, junk and jagged glass, Cast shadows; tall, grotesque, pronounced Stillness, and dark uninhabited night, Turns a second to prolonging moment, And then, that deep green wind breaks through It turns flower heads as it passes, Rustles grass and dirt, parts leaves, And thorns droop in submission In its wake all is still and quiet and waiting. Anticipation has been scattered in the air, And then the heavens pulse and the world darkens still Whispers; silent, stand rigid in the air, And nature; all that

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Silver Laughter - Chapter one by anthaslunula, literature

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Silver Laughter - Chapter one

Silver Laughter, Silent tears Although she is dreaming, with all feelings and all thoughts muted, she is aware, just as she is aware that all this is a dream, of the tinge of sadness, the touch of lost hope and silent desperation that tinges the edges of this land. This present day of a dreaming mind may be short and brief, it may be forgotten over time or not even remembered at all, but it is here. Now. And she basks in it. For as her body lies in bed, its muscles tired and overworked, her mind wonders. It does not think of the future or of the past, it does not worry or fall into sadness at each train of thought. Instead, with all th