All that Jerry could see during those terrible few minutes was a sliding, crashing, rolling, disintegrating, smoking, breaking mess. The morning's storm had blown itself out before this insane sideshow took place, and in the ensuing quiet which fell afterwards, the dusty, golden...
Rolling across a dead ocean
Devil tongues of lightning
Scald the stale air
Where am I? cried Alazar
His tattered robes like
Ancient sails from the
Sea breezes moan
In the moldy ruins
Of the mountainside stronghold
Think, think, think, Pete exhorted himself. You can do this...now concentrate, Dodge. What do you have nearby to get this scrap metal ornament out of your way?
He was absently rubbing his chin with his left hand, a habit of contemplation he had. "What I chiefly need," Pete spoke...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the
And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and...
Intro: The following short excerpt is from the book, "South: The Last Antarctic Expedition of Shackleton and the Endurance," by Sir Ernest Shackleton. Lauded as one of the greatest polar explorers who ever lived, Shackleton became a legend in his own time. This passage I...
Having found his way to the outermost corridor on the ship, Pete started heading to the nose of the great ship. He still could not figure out where the crew had went to, or how the ship's ISIS and MSR had been reprogrammed to not automatically engage their emergency directives...
RuhaaAAAHHHMMM!!!!! RaahhuHHMMM!!! The saw screamed to life, and the diamond chipped blade, with Jerry bent over the engine, spun seven inches from his smooth, unlined, teenagers face, a blurred, wheel of death.
"Oh!" Jerry blurted out, releasing the throttle and leaning his body...
Traveled into the Thousand Acre Wood
Following a narrow, winding trail
Between the tall, ancient monarchs
A warm breeze whispered
Against my shirt collar
Slanted rays of dusty sunshine
Were cast into the gloom
Deep within the forest...
Approximately, two years ago; I am guessing, my father had a lot of wood that he wanted to get rid of. After a long random conversation my dad and my husband had, my husband offered to help him and burn it, my husband had to do was dig a pit, and make sure the area surrounding...
I remember camping with friends and sitting by the fire and telling either stories and or talk about dreams of the near future. The one thing that stood out is sining songs of that erra and ask one another, do you remember that song or what were you doing durring the time of the...
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men,
And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen,
And mingle among the jostling crowd,
Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud--
I often come to this quiet place,
To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face,
Great Dodge! Do you really have a death-wish? Do you? Cause you're gonna get a short answer REAL quick-like. Pete admonished himself silently. Keeping an occasional running dialog with himself was a habit of his, one he had picked up in highschool, and had never been able to stop...
"Whew! Man! I'm glad that's done." Jerry stated as he wiped his arm across his forehead, sweat stinging his eyes anyway. He set the saw down away from the newly enlarged hole in the hull. He put his hands on his hips, and stood looking down at Pete, who was climbng up through the...
I grew up in Corpus Christi, Texas, near the beach, so bon fires at the beach were something common to me growing up. As a kid, my father loved the beach, so we would camp out often. In the evening, sometimes we would just lay under the stars and talk about the constilations, but...
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old,
This knight so bold,
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado...
A: In Adam's Fall, We sinned all
B: Thy Life to mend, This Book attend
C: The Cat doth play, and after flay
D: A Dog will bite, A thief at night
E: An Eagles flight, Is out of fight
F: The idle Fool, Is whipt at school
G: As runs the Glafs, Mans life doth pafs
I truly love fireside chats.Some of my most sacred memories come from camping trips that I used to take annually with my old church's children's group.I love the smell of a blazing fire as well as how the flames entrance you.There is something about flames that trap you, even...
He placed the retractor's spreader bars in the gap between the door frame and the damaged door, pressed the power button to turn on the pump, gripped both handles, and squeezed the trigger. Instantly, there was a shriek of tortured steel as the hydraulic arms spread apart...
There is always some one that will say that if they could go back and change the hands of time. What sort f changes would be made to make your life better?
At the same time, what most don't realize is that it is possible that they would altar there own fate so to speak. What if...
1. Temperance: Eat not to dullness; drink not to elevation
2. Silence: Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself; avoid trifling conversation
3. Order: Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time
4. Resolution: Resolve to...
There is something about sitting by the fire, talking with someone late into the night. Maybe it's the darkness of the room...catching their expressions in shadow and soft light, maybe it's the way the warmth of the fire and the flickering light encourage intimacy. I...
With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
The way the flame shadows dance on her face, the orange like glow on her skin. When the flickering fire reflects in her eyes, all these things make me want to sit by the fire with her for hours. I wish she was existed in my life, not just in my mind.
Hell is a crashing, pounding, black monster, raging against sanity and safety, tearing your life away piece by piece. This wasn't actually a coherent thought, but an instant of bleak clarity...a final understanding if you will, which oddly enough, despite it's dire prediction of...
Sultry Louisiana Saturday night
Crickets chirping in the tall reeds
Smells from the bayou drift by
On the evening breeze
My eye spies a crescent moon
Hanging in the sky
Smiling down at me
Listening to gravel crunch under my feet
"We gotta stop meeting like this, Jerry." Pete delivered in his best dry tone.
Jerry's eyes lit up with amazed recognition and unbelief both.
"PETE!! " he shouted with glee as he ran over to the older man. "I thought you were a goner."
"Naw.." Pete shrugged boastfully, "it takes...
Not every man has gentians in his house
in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas.
Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark
darkening the day-time torch-like with the smoking blueness
of Pluto's gloom,
ribbed and torch-like, with their blaze of darkness...
Jerry rummaged through the equipment, junk and old stuff in the row of oversize lockers in the backroom of the Fire Station, but had not found saws of any kind yet. "Let's try this one over here." He said to himself. Jerry walked across the room to some other lockers. Eureka! he...
Twenty long minutes later, Pete had managed to get three of the six feet open enough to fit in, but once the retractor, as excellent of a device as it was, encountered the reinforced, triple-layered, hardened steel of the outer hull, it couldn't budge it.
"Rats. Ah, it's a great...
Traditional – Lyrics from Iron Men & Wooden Ships, by Frank Shay
There were two lofty ships from old England came,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
One was the Prince of Luther, and the other Prince of Wales,
Cruising down along the coast of the High Barbaree.
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dance, sit chat. There's something about a fire. Even the way people look by fire light is more intimate. If you want to look at each other it's fine.... If you want to stare at the fire it's fine.... It's a safe place around a potential danger for people to meet and sit and...
I got to get out of here while I still can, Pete said to himself. Even though it was cooler here next to the vault, he knew the fire was coming towards him, sure as death and taxes.
Now, which way? I know I can't go back the way I came in, due to that tunnel collapse. Pete began...
In his dream, he is once more walking down a long, dark hallway in an old, old house. There is a monster of a thunderstorm raining to beat all, what the old-timers called a gully-washer. Floorboards creak and groan as Pete moves slowly along, dressed in black suit, his feet clad...
FAIR stood the wind for France
When we our sails advance,
Nor now to prove our chance
Longer will tarry;
But putting to the main,
At Caux, the mouth of Seine,
With all his martial train
Landed King Harry.
And taking many a fort,
Furnish'd in warlike sort,
Slowly Pete opened his eyes. Did I die? he wondered. In place of darkness, dazzling sunshine now flooded his field of vision. Arms shaking, shoulders throbbing, (he had sprained both shoulders from the force of impact) he tried to release the handlebars of the retractor rig that...
Every Halloween, it is tradition that everyone in our estate to go this a certain field and make a bonfire, and people can drink and have food and talk around it all night. But Last year I was talking to a girl that was actually only lived about 3 or four doors up from me...
On my 23rd birthday a friend of mine came into town where I was going to school...she was the only one that came over that day. I shall never forget us tearing down this old crack house and burning it piece by piece. A red wine soaked night led to reading Anise Nin that led to...
On hands and knees I crept
Pausing to hold my breath still
Whilst the Strangers
Sought my body
Oh veil of darkness!
Cloak me in velvet
Hide my trembling
frame from their
Where is the bugger? cried Goine
i got up early in the morning my mum prepared me the new school that was unknown place for me my mother took tome to the school i was very afraid that day because i was scaring the other students to bulling me and the other way i was very happy because i was interesting my new...
"Sweet!" uttered Pete Dodge, upon seeing the shiny, new machine in the apparatus locker. Actually, he wasn't surprised it was new: all firefighting equipment must be kept in top operating condition and/or replaced each year. Money was definitely not an issue for a company like...
"I have a suggestion before you tell me about this." Jerry said.
"I say we adjourn to your office, get something to drink and eat, then.."
"Say no more, Jerry me boy. That's the best idea I've heard all day."
They went back to Pete's office, where he made himself his...
In a town in Sweden by a stream so clear and cool
A boy would sit and fish and dream when he should have been in school.
Now, he couldn't read or write a word but happiness he found
In a little song he heard and here's how it would sound;
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the...
Dark hills at evening in the west,
Where sunset hovers like a sound
Of golden horns that sang to rest
Old bones of warriors under ground,
Far now from all the bannered ways
Where flash the legions of the sun,
You fade--as if the last of days
Were fading, and all...
Oh, I know..it's the classic soap opera scenario but it's also very much one of my fantasies. To make love all night on a bear rug, champagne in hand by the a wood fireplace with the sound of sexy music. I'm truly a romantic at heart.
One night, my best friend and I were sitting around a fire with some friends. It's funny how fire can bring out the intelligence in people...
While we were sitting by this fire, two of the smartest people there picked up an entire piece of privacy fencing and set it on top of...