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Omsk - 19191919
It was night when they came.
Omsk had been sleeping rather fitfully for the past week or so, since Kolchak had left for Irkutsk. He arose from bed that night, dreadfully thirsty. He paused, cocking his head to the side at an imagined noise before shrugging and sliding out of the bed. His linen nightshirt caught slightly on the bed frame, and he had to push aside downy coverlets to get it out. He slid on his slippers, stopping to warm his hands at the fireplace before continuing through to the hall.
Omsk stopped again, holding his breath and listening for noises. The servants would be asleep, and he knew that his Papa was away, so, essentially he was home alone. He idly wondered when his Father would come to visit, since Omsk was his new capital. At least, Kolchak told him it had been declared so. And it had to be; all of the Imperial gold was here.
He headed to the kitchen, humming 'God Save the Tsar' under his breath as he did so. He stopped by his study and grabbed a cand
Your NameI sketched out your name on a piece of paper,
But my mother threw it away.
I wrote your name in marker on my journal,
But I moved and never found it again.
I copied your name in the sand with a stick,
But the gulf carried my memory away.
I sprayed your name on a T-shirt,
But I outgrew it and donated it to Goodwill.
I penned your name on a card,
But I gave it to you, and wasn't expecting it back.
I carved your name into a tree,
But the next day a man came and chopped it down.
You pressed your name into my heart,
And never will I forget it.
98 - Puzzle - NNWM CharactersThere was a loud crash from the other side of the floor. A scream rang out, followed by three different gunshots from three different guns. Another scream was heard, along with the sound of a male cursing. Furniture was falling, and the clear and crisp sound of glass shattering followed after.
Wait. Stop. Were going to have to rewind to the beginning, arent we? I am Detective Victor Carter of the New York Police Department. Id tell you more, but that would counteract my short, sweet, and to the point personality that my wife says I have. The scene that you jut heard about was the murder of four different people.
I am one of them.
I can give you a few key clues about the murders; the victims were Alice Admiratio, her sister Genevieve Admiratio LEffroi, her husband Francois LEffroi, and then myself. Everything was in darkness, so I cant tell you what anyone looked like, but I can tell you what the building looked like. We were on the fifth floor of the
13 - Misfortune13 - Misfortune
There is a silence as fingers briefly brush over piano keys before pressing down. She seems to perk up, and she smiles at him, clearing her throat to start.
Like a bird without wings/that longs to be flying.
Her voice fills the auditorium, a slight echo forming. He catches his breath, closing his eyes for a second.
Like a motherless child/left lonely and crying.
His fingers stumble over a key, and she turns, looking at him concernedly. He smiles reassuringly and she continues.
Like a song without words/Like a world without music/I wouldnt know what to do/Id be lost without you/Watchin over me.
Theres no question between the two who she dedicates this song to. She didnt write it, didnt do anything to it but change its key for her soprano voice.
I get so lonely when youre away/I count every moment/I wait every day/Until youre home again/And hug me so
37 - EyesThe bracelet was only a few feet away from me. I could practically taste the money it was worth. The money that I could retire with, that would take me away from this wretched wasteland that was New York.
A click. I froze, a number of different scenarios running through my head as I wondered what made the noise.
A woman entered, her heels clicking as she stopped, looking right at me, and then grabbed her purse from a chair. I thanked my lucky stars that I wore dark clothing that was indiscriminate from my surroundings. I closed my eyes and went through a Sinatra song and a half before opening them and moving forward.
My feet slipped soundlessly across the carpet of the expensive room, and I hesitated before the jewelry box, not reaching forward lest I jinx myself.
Another door opened in another part of the house. I cursed silently to myself and reached for the box quickly, rushing inaudibly out of the room. Once in the hall I tucked myself into the nearest closet, my breathing becoming
VolgogogwadA toddler, looking no more than four or five years old, was hunched over a piece of paper, an intense look of concentration on the small, slightly chubby, face. Omsk had been told by Nyanya Mashka that his brother would be coming, and that he needed to makes something to thank him for making the trip out this for.
"V-V-Volgogo." He murmured to himself, frowning when the name didn't come out right. "Gwad. Volgogogwad?" There were too many letters in his name. This would make it difficult to write.
Omsk's name was easy. There was a circle, two bunny hops, a snake, and three sticks, and that made his name. When he'd written his name out on a piece of paper, the people around him had seemed rather surprised, which astonished him since he already knew his name. His name was easy.
Even Mama Russia's easy. There was a part of a bunny hop, a smile, two snakes, a broken stick and a circle with a tail.
Omsk crumpled up his piece of paper. He'd tried to start his brother's name with a snake again
Soft and WarmShe was soft. That's what Omsk remembers of the woman in his dreams. And warm, he mentally adds, sitting up in bed and leaning against the headboard of his bed. His eyes close, and he pulls his knees against his chest. He tips his head back, trying to remember the rest of his dream.
Warm, soft arms. She had been holding him close, saying something.
He shakes his head, trying to clear it. When the dream first started, he thought the person holding him had been his Papa, but Siberia had never cradled him like this woman was.
She had pulled him in, rocking him gently.
He opens grey eyes slowly, remembering. He cocks his head at the sounds of soft footsteps outside his door, and looks up when his door creaks open.
"Omsk, what are you doing up so late?" Siberia asks, looking vaguely concerned. He pushes black hair out of his eyes, watching the boy.
Omsk sits up and moves forward, slightly confused. "I had a dream Papa."
"Da?" Siberia steps into the room, worry lacing his voice. "A nightmare
Silver Spoon "complete"I was born with the silver spoon in my mouth.
I was given the world, with a better chance to succeed.
But before I could use it, before I could understand,
it was ripped away.
That silver spoon was taken; replaced with a double-edged knife.
The world that I once owned now mocked me.
My success was unlikely; I was expected to fail.
So I stood up. I fought back. I laughed in the face of my enemies.
I'll be damned if I don't bring back what I once had.
Some say I don't have morals, others say I'm ruthless.
I call myself determined.
Slowly I have found others.
Others like myself, whom wait for their chance to shine.
But I say that I'm done waiting. Now it's my turn
to hold the world in my hands,
to show them my power.
For if I keep waiting, my window will pass,
And then I will fail.
But the others I found,
they are quiet, and submissive.
They do not fish for their chance,
like I do. I despise their slow gait.
Their quiet acceptance.
They become infuriated when I speed up.
Maybe I'm too rec
Talking to GodHello God, if that is your real name.
How did You know my name?
I know a lot of stuff. I also know that you haven't been talking to me lately.
Yeah, well, I've got a lot of stuff on my mind. Like school and drama club and friends and my band and this guy…
Well, OF COURSE You know, You're God.
And, I guess I'm just way too busy for prayer. I mean, I'm an actress, and it seems that You don't like actresses. And I'm a singer. You don't like them either.
I never said that. Why do you think that?
Well, um, I guess I just listened to my friends and…
Yeah. And well, I guess that I didn't consider that You would like people with masks on. At church they always say that You don't like masks.
Sarah, when you sing or act you're not wearing a mask, you're showing your true self. And I like that.
Really. Hey, is that your phone? Aren't you waiting to see if you get that part you wanted?
Heartbreak through lost loveYou grasped my hand tightly, your warmth touching mine
Wrapping me tightly with gentle strong arms
Eyes dazzling like diamonds in beautiful eyes
Kissing parted pink lips that told me no lies
Those memories coming rushing back fast
Pulling me back into the dreary old past
All I tried to push away
Comes back each time you walk my way
My heart beats strong
Yearning to listen to your special song
I can't feel this way now,
Won't you please come back?
We both know we can't resist this
To feel old touch and kisses
The bird spreads its wing to fly away
Familiarity brings it back home to stay
Can't you see how I'm crazy in love
Avoiding it all with a push and a shove
My heart it can't get over you
You creep into everything I seem to do
Your face it haunts all pleasant thoughts
Turning simple happiness into dreadful knots
I really miss you, won't you please come back
Faking and pretending, it keeps me on track
But when you appear into my life
Your voice, your touch, it stabs like a knife
Lost ForeverI long to have you near me as we once were
To have your touch against my skin
But youll never be next to me again
You left me with no reason
And Im lost without you
No one to hold me the same way
No one to protect me the same
My tears now comfort me
Darkness eludes my thinking
Life suffocating my dreams
Suffocating my happiness
How can I stand to be without you?
How could you leave me as you did?
How could I live on?
Ive become jealous of the cold ones
The ones that stay with you
The ones that have you
I long to be next to you once again
I want to be where you are
Safe in the ground as you
But you wont let me
Why cant you just leave me?
Just let me be?
I cant live without you
But I cant die either
Im cursed to live a life I no longer want
To have this guilt burning my soul
To want you forever
The spirit of MarinesWhat is it in side of you?
That makes you walk when others has drop
And when the situation seems hopeless
You keep your faith and charges forward
We fight like it's the only thing we know
We fight with honor and courage
They can take away our lives
But our fighting spirit will live on
What is given can be easily taken away
But what we earn will be keep forever
Because we know great sacrifice
Must come before great glory
You will have to give it all you got
You will struggle and feel the pain
But when it is all said and done
You are the few the proud the Marines
The Truth About ForeverThe truth about forever
Is that there is no truth at all
It was just a turn-a-phrase
That left me so enthralled
The truth is truly nothing but
A fictional fantasy one must learn
To believe in quixotic theories that
Like love, one must begin to yearn
For without that love there is no hope
And without aspiration one cannot thrive
Without an emotion so ardent and pure
I find it so difficult to feel alive
It's sad but true, this lesson I've learned
About losing someone so close
Someone who said he'd be with me forever
Someone in whom I was so engrossed
The truth about forever
Is but a mere dream in my head
And all the longing I felt for you
Has left me hanging by a thread.
how does it feel
when the person you love
is with somebody else
how does it feel
knowing you'll never be together
because your cards were already dealt
how does it feel
watching her in his arms
wishing that it were you
how does it feel
your heart being ripped out
and theres nothing you can do
how does it feel
knowing your the one for him
and he's your one and only
how did it feel
when she messed up the plan
which left you cold and lonely
how would you feel
because now i feel
that nothing really matters
love is the only fairy tale
with no happily ever after
Lost LoveDid you know?
It takes a minute to like someone,
and an hour to love someone,
but to forget someone takes a lifetime.
Well its true.
Cuz it describes what happen when I met you.
You can close your eyes to things you don't want to see,
but you can't close your heart to things you don't want to feel.
Its just not possible.
Just like I can't stop the rain from falling,
I can't stop my heart from loving.
Thats why I can't talk to you anymore,
its not that I'm mad at you,
Or that I HATE YOU,
its just that when I talk to you I realize how much I love you
and when I realize how much I love you,
I realize I can't have you and that kills me.
If only I never met you.
If I never met you, I wouldn't like you.
If I didn't like you I wouldn't love you.
If I didn't love you I wouldn't miss you,
but I did, I do, and I will.
And I cant do anything about it.
Its like no matter what I do,
I never seem to get close to you.
Thats why I'm pushing you away.
Cuz I want my love to die today!
I want it to
Reasons to Love Marines III
111) When the Navy needed someone to guard its ships, sailors and nuclear devices, they called on Marines.
112) Best personalized license plate I: ``1775.'' It's on the commandant's car.
113) Best personalized license plate II: ``SM OF MC,'' Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps Harold Overstreet's four-wheel drive Chevy Blazer truck.
114) The Chief of Naval Operations rides in a Lincoln Town Car. Commandant Gen. Carl E. Mundy Jr. rode in a sporty Chrysler LHS sedan.
115) When the nation goes to war, the press covers the Marine Corps. During the Gulf War, there were more than 90,000 Marines in the region of a total force of 650,000. But the Corps outpaced the Army, 293 to 271, in articles about the ground war in four major newspapers. As journalist and author John Fialka put it: ``If the PR rivalry between the two services . . . had been a basketball game, the score would have been Marines 149, Army 10.''
116) Best Heroes I: Smedley D. Butler. With a name like Smedley, he had to be tough,
Army WifeShe wakes to her baby crying
She gets up
Puts on her robe,
And hurries to her
She rocks the tender baby to sleep,
Thinking of her only,
Whos lost in midst of gun-powder
And bloodshed far away.
She sleeps alone on the right side,
Looking to her side empty and cold,
She turns away from his spot,
Closes her eyes for sleep,
But only feels loneliness.
She opens her eyes and sees her love
She sighs, its only another illusion
Another dark night gone by
Day passes, no letters for a week
She begins to worry
Her baby rolls around the floor
Shed get down,
But shes already on the ground
She holds her precious tight
And look out to the sky
How long, she wonders
Her feet are cold
Her eyes a watery
Her arms are tired
Her heart is fainting
She turns again, thinking to face
Theres his handsome face
She closes her eyes and cries
Suddenly his hand is on her cheek
He smiles, a rugged smile
Shes shocked and cries again
His side is no lo
Pain Is The Weakness Leaving The Body
The question isn't how much more you can take. But how much more you can give. Just when your ready to quit.Your mind says push harder you listen sensing an inner strength that wasn't there before. And suddenly you discover you no longer feel pain. Now you're one of US.
Now the change is forever
The ROTC Cadet's PrayerLord, keep my military knowledge true,
and let me not forget my ranks.
Lord, make my voice proud and strong,
so that I may yell clearly.
Lord, make my faces sharp,
and allow me to keep in step.
Lord, bless my marching,
as if it were You I was marching for.
Lord, bless my uniform,
and keep it clean through the day.
Lord, bless my shoes and belt buckle,
make them shine like the gates of heaven.
And Lord, watch my garrison cap,
and please don't let it fall in my face while marching!
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