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the flow 10 (drive)
the flow 10 (drive)
* An escalation by Louis Cyphre *
From the east it's not too far to the west - at least if you're traveling by plane. Canada's a giant, and so we wanted to drive a giant's car. We chose a Jeep Grand Cherokee, and this Jeep became our favorite car ever, 'cause when we left Downtown Vancouver for the Sea to Sky Highway it felt so incredibly powerful that driving was like flying up the streets to Whistler and beyond.
the flow 8 (move)
the flow 8 (move)
* An escalation by Louis Cyphre *
Moving to Toronto is easy: I just close my eyes and I'm there. When I close my eyes I open them in a dream, and dreams always become reality if you believe. I do.
I do believe we're connected to places as much as to human beings and everything alive, and 'cause everything's alive our souls remember all the beats and beams we felt intense enough to create this inner map that lets us travel really fast everywhere we want to.
So I travel, and I do it now. I travel with the speed of light and get the feeling of being in a car driving fast along the shore area of Lake Ontario, my eyes now at the skyline of a place like no other. Here I start.
the flow 1 (play)
the flow 1 (play)
* Eine Eskalation von Louis Cyphre *
Alles von oben zu sehen, ist einzigartig. Ich hätte niemals damit gerechnet, es zu tun, denn zu lange hatte ich so schreckliche Angst davor, in ein Flugzeug zu steigen, dass ich überzeugt war, es nie zu tun. Aber dank Corazon führte London zu New York, und jetzt bin ich über den kanadischen Rocky Mountains, und ich bewege mich mit einer unglaublichen Geschwindigkeit. Ich weiß nicht, wie es funktioniert, dass sich dieses so irrsinnig schwere Flugzeug beinahe zehn Stunden lang in der Luft halten kann, und ich will nicht zu sehr darüber nachdenken, welche Technik dafür nötig ist und wieviele Schaltkreise perfekt aufeinander abgestimmt sein müssen, um dieses Wunder zu vollbringen. Ich will nur weiter nach unten schauen auf diese riesigen schneebedeckten Gipfel, während ich zu begreifen versuche, dass es jetzt in Deutschland schon tiefste Nacht ist.
363 (Daimon)363 (Daimon)
Zunächst mal Danke für deine tolle und sehr spannende Antwort zum Thema "Talent", und nochmal sorry, dass es mit meiner Antwort jetzt doch so lange gedauert hat. Tanja und ich hatten Besuch übers Pfingstwochenende, und Annette und Sabrina (unsere besten Freundinnen) sind sehr agil, was gemeinsame Unternehmungen angeht .
Nach allem, was du geschrieben hast: Ich werde dich nicht wiederholen. Lass uns das Wort Talent mal ganz vergessen, denn wie alles, was aus Buchstaben aufgebaut ist, ist es nur das: Ein Wort, nichts weiter.
Was ich eigentlich meine, ist das, was Gustav Meyrink mal als den daimon beschrieben hat, dieses Unbegreifliche in dir, das dich antreibt und dich Dinge tun lässt, Dinge anstreben und verwirklichen lässt, die niemand auf die gleiche Weise tun kann wie du.
Arbeit, ja. Arbeit ist das, was wir aufwenden müssen, um den Rohdiamanten zu schleifen. Aber der Rohdiamant ist da, und ich behaupte, dass der Rohdiamant darauf drän
Some Girls Lie They're Never LostSome Girls Lie They're Never Lost
* A poem by Beau Cyphre *
Snow White is a beautiful girl
Did her best to turn my world
Made my clan a fabulous place
Took her horses to the race
Rode this stallion face to face
Snow White is a nasty girl
She's living in a nasty world
Made my heart beat face to face
Let my thoughts spin in a race
Whispering words I never gave
My angel's secret kingdom's tower
Rain is falling like a thunder shower
Snow White found her prince in Oz
Some girls lie they're never lost
Hearts beat fast they're made to last
362 (Fury)362 (Fury)
"In meiner Fantasie bin ich der kühlste Mensch auf Erden, in meinen Geschichten spiele ich immer die Rolle der Außenseiterin. Beobachten gefällt mir, aber eigentlich bin immer ich die, die beobachtet und bewertet wird. Naja, verwegene Elfen mit riesiger Macht wird es einfach nie geben, nicht ? Ach ja, die Geschichte die du mir geschickt hast, ist genial. Wenn die Magie nicht da ist, stellen wir sie uns vor- wir denken an sie, wir fassen sie in Worte. du meinst, man soll nicht von Träumen träumen, uns mehr Gedanken darüber machen, dass sie in der Realtität auch zu finden sind. Weil mein iPad fast leer ist muss ich hier ein Ende setzen, aber eine Geschichte müssen wir trotzdem zusammen schreiben!"
"Hey, ich finde Pluto richtig cool! Ich würde gerne etwas mit dir schreiben, von mir aus könnten wir sofort anfangen!"
Hey, freut mich, dass dir die Story gefällt! Pluto ist eines meiner Lieblingsprojekte,
No Wings on Daddy The two little girls giggled, wiggling and squirming till they were both sitting and in place. Bright blond curls and almost pink-red, wavy hair fell into almost identical faces as they looked at each other, grins on round baby faces.
The sisters sat side by side, the grey-blue cotton material bunching around their legging-covered legs. They had to clutch the collar of Daddy's shirt and lean back against his neck so that they didn't tumble down yet. Still gleefully grinning, Melody looked over at her sister when she heard her start to count. Suddenly getting an idea, she reached out and grabbed May's hand.
"Let's go!" Melody squealed and leaned forward.
She didn't hear her sister squeak in protest at getting pulled, but moments later, both of the little girls were laughing as they began their slide down. Melody had been the one to suggest trying to fly up onto Daddy's back, and had started their new game when she hadn't landed like she wanted to; her small wings had g
A Scaled WishThis story has effects of figure swapping of the female variety, with a heavy price. Simple, if you don’t like, don’t read. Enjoy and have a good day. ^^
The loud bustling commute of people traversed the reflective linoleum floors. Conversations in and out of character seemed cluttered as voices spoke, tones getting louder all in an effort to outdo one another. This was the common case at the Cherry Creek Mall. Through all the commotion and consumers, it was a single individual who caught the eye of lady luck.
“Damn it’s crowded today.” Isis looked around frustrated, sliding past the clusters of people atop her pair of blue converse shoes.
The short 5’3” Latina drove through the crowded sections, her body fluent and nimble as she squeezed through. It was what followed her constantly that became an issue, though not in a bad way.
“Geesh, could these people be any closer together?” Isi
The Sweet Smell of RevengeThe Sweet Scent of Revenge
"Hey watch where you're going, freak," Miranda yelled rudely as she bumped into Kate, or more accurately walked directly into her.
"Hey, you walked into me," Kate replied with a bite. Kate was one of the few people who was willing to and able to stand up to Miranda and her girls. With pitch black hair, nails, and clothing, one of the schools few goths obviously didn't care much about Miranda's requirements for popularity or the hierarchy she had set up at school, and had, on more than one occasion, actually spit out Miranda and her 'flunkies', much to their surprise and disgust. But this time was different. They had gone out of their way to provoke her, walking directly into her in an almost empty hallway.
"It's not my fault you were in my way," Miranda replied with cattiness in her voice as she walked away, a smile on her face.
"Actually, it is," Kate smirked as she too continued walking, "But don't worry, you'll pay for it soon enoug
Hollow BeautyHollow Beauty
"Hey Lauren, after you finish restocking the shelves, can you put the new clothes on the mannequins in the women's department before closing up," Ashley asked, or more commanded as she finished emptying the last group of registers in Carter's, the largest department store in the Main St. Mall, "I've got to get home in time for a date with Chad."
"Oh, okay," Lauren said hesitatingly as she put a stack of folded jeans onto their proper shelf.
"That is, unless you have something you have to be at...a date, going out with friends, anything..." Ashley was clearly once again passive aggressively taunting Lauren for her usual lack of social activity and relationships. She wasn't exactly the 'social butterfly' that most of the people who worked in her department. Mostly because she didn't have the same confidence as the others...while most of them were high school or even college cheerleaders and the like, she was a bit more booky. In fact, some of her co-worker
Words Of Healing (PART 2)RAPH’S POV
As much as they all wanted to keep watch over their youngest brother splinter had decided that it would be best for them to do so in shifts, with Raph going first, then Leo, then Donnie and finally splinter himself. When they had protested, pleading with him to let them all watch Mikey together splinter had insisted; stating that being alone would also give each of them time to process what had happened to Mikey on their own time. Sighing Raph remembered what splinter had said. That even though Mikey was unconscious talking to him would help aid his recovery.
“Hey…….Mikey…….can you hear me?”
Mikey didn’t respond; again Raph sighed.
“So…….look……….i know we don't talk much……I guess I scare you. I promise……I don't do it on purpose…..I just………”
He sighed again, running his hand over his face. Why was this so hard for him? He got
Words Of Healing (PART 3)He was floating. Light shown all around him, forcing him to keep his eyes closed or be blinded. from far away he could hear voices, people talking, the feeling of people touching him. But he ignored the feelings and voices. He was comfortable to just lay here with his eyes closed. He felt at peace, the pain that had wracked his body before was gone now, replaced by a gentle numbness that was oddly comforting.
That voice was louder, but at the same time soft, feminine, and caring. But still he ignoed this new voice to.
There it was again, calling to him. Slowly he felt things begin to change. It was like he was slowly sinking underwater.
“Michelangelo……it is time to wake up.”
Groaning he slowly opened his eyes. The blinding light was gone. Blinking slowly he turned his head; looking around the new place he was in. he was laying under a blanket. Above him a large tree stretched up into the seemingly endless
In Oz: Peacock
In Oz: Peacock
* An escalation by BeautifulExperience *
He noticed her presence before he heard the sound of her whisper, and when he turned around he couldn't believe his eyes: She was beautiful, but her eyes looked dangerous. This wasn't the kind of girl to play with, but he couldn't resist to fall in love with her in an instant, absolutely knowing there was no love in her for any human being.
Inspired by Anni Suvi's image Peacock
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