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Olympia

Above the faraway home of mine

Grumbles thunder in disturbed Olympia.

My national prescribed hero is not my own

And my own is beaten in ruined Olympia.

The alchemy of gold to silver melts into

Polluted Olympia - and how they cheer

At disordered flags and uneven podiums!

Today is not my Olympia, for all they say of

Borders and loyalty. This is an unnatural

Court for he who is the timeless King, and

Owns history but not this day, which should

Have been his. Upon some step he stands while

Far higher it expe...

olympics:Full moon rises through the Olympic rings at Tower...

olympics:

Full moon rises through the Olympic rings at Tower Bridge in London.

(c) Reuters/Luke MacGregor

Very impressive this.

olympics:Inna Deriglazova (Russia) competes with Ysaora Thibus...

olympics:

Inna Deriglazova (Russia) competes with Ysaora Thibus (France) in Women’s Foil Individual #Fencing #olympics #day1

Last Draft Magazine is Open to Submissions NOW.

The new writing magazine I have been talking about for some time launches today and is now open to submissions.

Last Draft is a new magazine focussing on the creative work of original and upcoming writers in all fields. The overwhelming emphasis of the magazine is on creativity, originality and quality. Last Draft aims to unite the very best in new, creative art from the writing world. The magazine accepts:

- Short Stories
- Poetry
- Flash Fiction
- Writing Articles
- Writing blog posts
- Reviews of...

earth-song:“Kungfu Ant” by Uda Dennie

earth-song:

“Kungfu Ant” by Uda Dennie

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Lilith's Tears Extract for Sample Sunday

Thus Trebane sat beneath the palms, with dappled shade playing upon his face. All around, the noise of wildlife intensified as the sun climbed higher in the sky. Birds squawked behind him, the flapping of their wings sending foliage cracking and rustling as they scattered into the buzzing air. Branches snapped where animals stalked the ground, the odd distant cry of some strange creature resounded through the leaves to fill his curious ears. Yet behind it all, hidden by the mask of vibrant na...

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cimaman:

sadisticsquids:

averycrazycatlady:

berglr:

stand back motherfuckers

this bitch is fierce.

Godspeed.

that’s one hell of a rage train.

Be afraid.

"And tomorrow I shall be killed, perhaps not even by a Frenchman but by one of our own men, by a..."

“And tomorrow I shall be killed, perhaps not even by a Frenchman but by one of our own men, by a soldier discharging a musket close to my ear as one of them did yesterday, and the French will come and take me by head and heels and fling me into a hole that I may not stink under their noses, and new conditions of life will arise, which will seem quite ordinary to others and about which I shall know nothing. I shall not exist…””

-

Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace.

When I came up against this quote I k...