LooseLacesPoetry

Once upon a time, in the quaint town of Evergreen, a feral kitten with a coat as wild as the forest itself wandered into the life of a kind-hearted man named Doug. He discovered her one chilly morning, her soft mews echoing through the stillness, and named her Crazy Cat in homage to her untamable spirit. Doug and Crazy Cat quickly formed an unbreakable bond. As the years passed, Doug's life blossomed – he moved from a cramped apartment to a beautiful house with a flourishing garden and married Jonnette, a gentle soul deeply connected to nature and magic through her practice of Wicca. Jonnette found solace in Crazy Cat's presence and soon noticed the extraordinary abilities the feline possessed. Jonnette adored Crazy Cat and understood that the cat had unusual abilities. Crazy Cat could come and go as she pleased, without any doors being opened for her, and she was an extraordinary hunter. Crazy Cat moved with an ethereal grace displaying a prowess that bordered on the mystical.

I was in love and by every indication, I felt Christine was in love with me. With Christine I felt a warmth and closeness, I’d never experienced before. We shared our times together joyfully, like small children wrap up in a blanket of wonder and innocence. It seemed that nothing could ever break the bind. Through her, life held purpose, but like a child, my innocence was soon shattered. We had planned the trip only days in advance, but it seemed right the moment we uttered the words. New Year’s Eve was near, and we decided to rent a Honeymoon cabin in the mountains. No, marriage or anything as conventional as that was ever discussed. Who needed marriage when the perfect Honeymoon could be arranged? We already lived together and felt we would do so for the rest of our natural lives. The cabin itself was only a two-hour drive but a world away in so many ways from our home. We packed up the necessities and headed to our dream car to begin our adventure to the mountains. The car was a

“So whats at the center of a Black Hole?” *looks at picture* “There’s nothing there.” “Yes, that is why its called a ‘black’ hole.” “Well, holes are usually empty and *looks at picture again* theres nothing there.” “umm, yes, but the question is ‘why’ there’s nothing there?” “Is this a joke or a science class? ‘why’ would there be anything there.” “Well, something has to be generating the gravity at the center of that cluster.” “Do we know enough about Gravity to make that assumption?” “Well, technically.” *looks at picture* “kay~ I’ll bite. That light we can see, those are stars, nebulae, gas clouds, but mainly stars and stuff right?” “Sure.” “What little we know of Gravity could also allow us to assume that that cluster of ‘space stuff’ they themselves generate the gravity that causes all of them to stay together like that. And that it is ‘this’ actual, visible, with ‘evidence’ cluster of ‘massive space stuff’ probably either spinning, rotating, burping on each other

I was in love and by every indication, I felt Christine was in love with me. With Christine I felt a warmth and closeness, I’d never experienced before. We shared our times together joyfully, like small children wrap up in a blanket of wonder and innocence. It seemed that nothing could ever break the bind. Through her, life held purpose, but like a child my innocence was soon shattered. We had planned the trip only days in advance but it seemed right the moment we uttered the words. New Year’s Eve was near and we decided to rent a Honeymoon cabin in the mountains. No, marriage or anything as conventional as that was ever discussed. Who needed marriage when the perfect Honeymoon could be arranged? We already lived together and felt we would do so for the rest of our natural lives. The cabin itself was only a two-hour drive but a world away in so many ways from our home. We packed up the necessities and headed to our dream car to begin our adventure to the mountains. The car was a

The months after the Francis Snow documents were leaked were interesting indeed. At first, Ethan’s blog wasn’t generating much traffic. Most of the frequent visitors already hated the violent, narcissistic, billionaire and they were hardly surprised by what they were seeing. Everything was quiet. Snow probably wasn’t even aware his documents were public. What Clara and Ethan hadn’t known at the time, was that a writer for a much more popular blog was doing her own investigating. And once she decided that the facts checked out, she did her own piece, with a shout out to Ethan’s blog. Then everything exploded. Every news channel was running stories about Francis Snow’s violations of environmental regulations and the reports of abuse on ex girlfriends. The boycott finally got more backers. Afterwards, factory employees went on strike. It was everything Ethan had wanted. The mayor called Clara in to handle the protests at Francis Snow’s mansion and she refused. Then it all just went away.

Blades, which once were sharp enough to halve a man, grew dull as the battle continued through the everlasting night. The prophesies all claimed “there would be hope at dawn”, and though they prayed, dawn never came. The warriors fueled themselves with ancient words, amulets held high towards the moon. Had the devil himself offered them even a few more hours of alertness, they happily would have given any souls or firstborn sons left between them. But evil was already on the battlefield, in the form of a thousand resurrected soldiers who did not even understand whose war they were fighting. As the last of their magicians fell to his knees, Vren knew her warriors’ time was short. Without anyone left to heal or provide relief to their bodies, starved for sleep and starved for sustenance, their chances of victory were slim. Their undead enemies never tired, emboldened by the glow of the moon, they attacked without ever resting. Then suddenly, Vren noticed orange light spreading across the

R7: Keeping Valuables Lydriox stepped forward. His eyes stared out onto the distant darkness ahead as he listened to the silence that was surrounding him. He frowned and his heart suddenly pounded against his chest. Wondering if he had chosen the right path to head into, he raised his shoulders onto the air before taking another step forth. Then a rumbled had started. Quickly, he turned himself around and looked behind him. He stared into the entrance and witnessed the entrance get covered up by the falling rocks that hanged from the skies above. Sealing the exit and prevented him from exiting out, Lydriox gasped in shock. He was surprised that his enemies would do such a thing. While his eyes were widened and his mouth opened, he closed his mouth and growled turning himself around shaking his paws with hatred towards his dirty tricked enemies. Thus turning his attention to the darkness ahead, he resumed his walk again exiting out from it to see another vast room ahead of him. It was

R7: Invaded Looking ahead of himself, he spotted something there. It looked to be an arch or something made of stones or bricks. His head was tilted to one side as his eyes lingered upon it and he frowned. Turning his attention towards the sides, he glanced over to Kuvia who shrugged in response having nothing to say afterwards. Zunyi shrugged in response before the two of them headed forth towards the arch ahead of them. It was close by perhaps and they were nearing the end of the forest. They were in an unknown territory; a place where no other tribesman had ever went to or gone through at all and they were the first. Whether or not should the pair be excited or something, the two were the exact opposite. But they went onward still and closed in onto the arch ahead of them; Their hearts beat faster in their chests by the time their arrival upon the arch. From which both stopped their feet and heads were raised up upon the arch at closer range was when Kuvia gasped in shocked. She