Category: Crystal Edition 15th Anniversary
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Silence in the woods. Slinking through the trees, the grass Crinkles underfoot. Caged within the woods, Their stomach growls and rumbles, Family to feed. Starving and weary, Slight movement catches the eye, A singular fawn. It peers from the grass, Hands convulse, shudder, and shake. A shot echoes out. … Silence in the woods. Slinking through the trees, their breath Billows out in clouds. The…
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The first time I saw him after everything, it was like seeing a ghost. Or maybe I was the ghost, lingering too long in places I wasn’t supposed to be. It was late, colder that it should’ve been for June. The coffee shop was closing, chairs flipped onto tables, lights dimmed to that warm glow…
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The pub is not welcoming. It’s dark and a little dingy. The only light in the place comes from barely functional oil lamps at each table. The glass panes at the front of the room are filthy from years of neglect. There’s a brick fireplace on the left side, but it’s always covered in a…
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Devotion lingers long after grandeur crumbles, persisting in the space between what is remembered and what has been forgotten. The temple stood alone on a hillside overlooking a village that had once thrived under his divine care. Nowadays, the villagers took different paths to market, avoiding the crumbling stone steps that led to his only…
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I look like my mom I think as i look in the mirror My hair, untouched by hand Or heat, sits wavy on my shoulders Maybe i’ve always been more lion Than girl, with my mane of hair Rust like it grows on The fence on our yard The stains that come from hose water…
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Stellar reunion along the sea, seashells dotting the sandThe waves rise and fall with tide’s bright glee, wading hand-in-handAll along the coast the clouds glow backlit in blueRolling dunes pressed against deep rock splattered in mist and dew Long ago the moon did pull the waves away from the shoreIgniting the wrath of the gods…
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Livestock Guardian Dog I am the dog who guards the sheep. The shepherd raised me, I slept by his feet in the cold of the night. He fed me and guided me Down the mountains. I bite the throats of wolves, My collar ringed with fur and blood. He spiked it, protecting me. They lunge,…
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I created Funky Lil’ Drumma about a year ago using FL Studio on my laptop. My laptop died last year, along with the original editable file, but I thought it was good enough to send out. I wish I could say I did the drums completely alone, but I got them from a pack I…
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He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know how much things will change. It’s a snapshot. A moment. A focal point of consciousness that will never be returned to. The brain patterns will never be replicated. The axons can never quite duplicate it. But he can take a picture. Time marches on. It stops for no one.…
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“add your clothes to my basket,” i say to them nonchalantly “i have room.” my basket is nearly full and it’s slipping from my grasp but they don’t notice since i told them so calmly to add their laundry to my basket and so they lazily dump the stretched-out sweatshirts and sweat-filled socks to the…
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