Renard Moreau Presents
To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away… 113 more words
Tales from the Silvertongue
Staged below the night sky, sooty and strong,
The smithy stands spewing smoke and heat.
Within, the blacksmith hard at work:
A craftsman, a symbol, a mere figure perhaps. 178 more words
The old, over-simplified, Shakespearean definitions of tragedy and comedy are as follows:
Comedies end in the wedding of the main character, tragedies end in their death. 272 more words
MR. TUMBLEWEED PROUDLY PRESENTS:
This post is dedicated to my fellow bloggers. How tired are we of trying to appease the masses? Getting that catchy title and that grabby first sentence? 274 more words
Official Site of Alex Laybourne - Author
This was originally posted on Just English but I wanted to share it with you all here. If you take the time to read it, please also go and pay the original page some love too. 373 more words
1 hour, 7 minutes
It’s finally Friday—I’m so glad.
It’s been a crazy week.
I got chewed out on Monday,
and since then it’s all been bleak.
I lost my lunch on Tuesday, 109 more words
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