It took him years to hear the message of music. Finally, talking 'bout a revolution, he wore wild skirts and shouted folk guitar.
Written by leftunderbooks on Wednesday, December 9, 2009 at 2:48 pm
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The following stories were posted by 'leftunderbooks'.
The sewers below boil with disease and murder. A curfew, self-imposed, settles on the district. Wannabe heroes descend into filth.
Written by leftunderbooks on Wednesday, December 9, 2009 at 3:00 pm
She wed herself to the community, pulling the people to her, a sun with immense gravity. And she danced as a planet among many suns.
Written by leftunderbooks on Thursday, December 10, 2009 at 4:31 pm
The books in his library were filled with genocide, and he with grief. Yet his heart was warm, and life remained, despite it all.
Written by leftunderbooks on Thursday, December 10, 2009 at 4:36 pm
There's mouse in the gravity heating vent above my desk. I can hear it engineering a tiny siege engine. I expect tiny fiery debris.
Written by leftunderbooks on Friday, December 11, 2009 at 6:29 pm