The armored figure lands before Jack, their visor gazing down ather.

"Strange seeing woman surviving in a planet like this. What's your

"Jackalyne Tywood. Captain of the Manticore."

The hunter sucks breath. "The Crimson Wraith."

Jack blinks in surprise.

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From Here To Eternity

Closer...come closer,
and me but once
to the depths of eternity—
angels
& celebrate on the wings
above—while lovers contemplate
their desires of love. ✍🏽#bravewrite

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"Ok," VERA says, "almost have this door unl-

A robot punches the small drone with a crunch.

Jack screams as she begins pummeling the drone to into scrap.

"Jack...JACK!"

Jack stops and looks to see VERA floating up like a

"It's just a plate crack."

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What You Say—I Can’t hear You

As long as your’e not hurting anyone,
while living out your truth, nothing you
do is wrong. Some will debate while hurling out insults—a that (s) the conversation like a of wasted effort. ✍🏽#bravewrite

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There's no yardstick for what we're about to experience. Cramped bodies heaving & foreheads dripping expectations, we push, our anxious eyes studying the tenebrous shadows outside as we peek from inside the eggs.

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Jack's eyes scans through the many weapons on display, from used plasma pistols, pulse rifles to even a holo-#rapier. Then, finally, her gaze lands on it.

Simple, reliable and a touch stylish

"How much for the longsword with the cute key chain attached to its hilt?"

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Each egg
animated but alone
accelerating with robust
intention
along curve
of fate




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The firefox ran as fast as the wind through the snowy hills, her tail whipping colorful sparks into the sky—what humans called the aurora borealis.

They'd never catch her. But the thrilled her. She whipped her tail harder to taunt her pursuers.

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The Crucifixion

The was on,
slow, brutal, &
of
tensions
—where—
stains of death
spill over like a
hidden mirage
in honey clover—
from which many
pray & say, “Yah”
...thankyou!🙏🏽🛐
✍️🏽#bravewrite

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in dimension
w/1sun
where the timeless ticks
sent2fastfix ascension
as we in a matrix
confusd by fates kicks
divide&rule politics
consume ego w/pretension readymixd
portal rips
folded time slips
in purse
aftr hates tricks&fears curse
tears meteor bursts
her universe

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The paint tossed his head,
flaring nostrils—thrashing hooves, grieving lost rider.


 
(paint) mily

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In case no one has realised, I’m an art geek. To often people, esp museums, focus on the blokes who use in artistic endeavour. What about the lassies who conjure such wonderful masterpieces -

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Jack looks at her old Vain pilot suit that she had just as a keepsake. It was patch worked, frayed, burned, and looked just about ready to fall apart.

She'd call all this just a except now, for months in a hostile galaxy, it barely fit her.

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past is
w/nostalgia
frcing feed
of myalgia
ofU
face Ucarved
in mango seed
I bury2swell
eclipse family tree felld
2stick me2days
w/outU
2sugarNu moments
honeycomb hme
sweetLove swollen
&pollen peppered days
un-stolen
all is mde
in a Now
so I try2stay
in it somehow

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She returned out of the fog of yesterday,like an angel appearing from the mist.Was it really her or someone else,prehaps my eyes were deceiving me,as she'd been on my thoughts intermittently. My mind &heart Vacillant &speechless froze intime. As blossom fell fromthe trees

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- hesitant; indecisive or havering. In Scots to ‘haver’ means ‘to talk foolishly’ (see The Proclaimers ‘500 miles’). paintings of the Camden Town Murders of 1907, are seen as evidence that he was Jack the Ripper or is just havering?

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The Symbolist, Gustavo Moreau, illustrated the 17th-century ‘Fables’ of Jean de la Fontaine. Originally, the series had 64 works, however, a large proportion were lost to the Nazis in WW2. An exhibition will be shown , Spring 2021 another missed 😢?

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"You love me and cut my wings."

"I want you to stay with me."

"If you loved me, you'd know fairies need to fly."

"Don't you love me?"

"Not anymore."

"Stay in this xyloid cage until you change your mind."

"I prefer a real cage to your sham of a freedom."

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The desolate cabin was a xyloid riddle waiting to be deciphered.

Nia thought keeping track of its many ornate doors would be of use, but little did she know every morning the cabin would reassemble itself. That first night felt like a dream.

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world
Everything is
“Like”
Not real
Build walls to
hold back water
Every crevice it
Squirm wriggle
Creeps

People
Some phony
Actors drift
To Grift
Shakespeare
To commercial
Lie to hurt
Pain surreal

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