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Call to the mothers! Call to the men! Call to the chandelier! Rally the footmen! Rein up the steeds! Dusk is growing near! Aristocrats take back the night Dancing shoes in haul With feet-alight and hair-a-height They scamper to the ball Snails and wigs And roasted pigs Feathers in a plume Crystal light And silken night The aroma of perfume Hands on waists And food in mouths The cats have come to play Strings and brass And ruffles awry They bow and bend and sway Bow to your partner Bend to th...

“Redo, revise!” Can I stop now?

I smile and give, words live. Words turn into butterflies. Fly away. Happy thoughts, happy words: Happy stories. Rainbows. Unicorns. Who writes about them? Endure. Frown. Put pain on paper. "Redo, revise!" Can I stop now?

Lying naked in the grass with only the sky overhead, Jonathan let out a long, held in sigh. He closed his eyes and felt the sun warm his skin, tan from the days of swimming and chasing ice cream trucks. He had no fear of being discovered here, all those who may have come along this way were busy working in big cities and typing at keyboards. The last of the children in the area had left only a little after Jonathan had; around the time his brother had left for college. Only he had returned t...

The room was dark and quiet. All that could be heard were the faint sounds of breathing drifting from the bed and into the walls. In such quiet, one could almost hear the thoughts of the restless man who was too tired to sleep. In fact, Jonathan Paltrove was almost too tired to live. Try as he may to create distractions for himself, there was no escaping the dark and lonely night. In defeat, Jonathan reached for his bathrobe and pulled it over his pale, naked body. The girl in his bed stirred...