I foretold the coming doom...
Shadows creeping from the tomb...
Demons killing in the gloom...
All will pass at wilt of bloom...
5-24-15 That first mug of coffee...Commander Yarayn entered the forward lounge early in the morning, nursing a slight headache and generally acting grumpy. He shuffled over towards one of the food replicators and mumbled something unintelligible at it. The computer voice said in its gender neutral voice, "Unable to comply. Please repeat instructions in one of the 783,422.3 languages programmed into the computer database to continue." Vol just glared tiredly at the machine.5-24-15 That first mug of coffee... by Doomsday-Prophyt
In the forward lounge that morning was Doctor Jn'kuk, reviewing something on his PADD and having a morning croissant. He smelt of bread himself, though it was slightly less intense than before. He glanced up at Vol and watched him struggle with the machine with a faintly bemused face.
Vol stood glaring at the machine a few moments longer. Then, he cleared his throat and stated grumpily, "Coffee. Black. Hot." The replicator complied with his request, generating a large mug of steaming coffee for him. He sighed in relief and carried the mug over to a tw
Anxiety/I'm sorryShe is stressed.Anxiety/I'm sorry by Doomsday-Prophyt
I am stressed.
She can cope.
I have no coping mechanisms in place, because anxiety is new.
She yelled at me, insinuated I don't love her.
I know these feelings aren't normal; you don't have to tell me.
I know I need to get help for myself; you don't have to tell me.
I walk around the house, a shell of myself.
No one here to bear witness to my emptiness.
I fight off the tears, taking every ounce of my will.
Men aren't supposed to cry.
I know I smile and make others laugh; you don't have to remind me.
I know I've disappointed you before; you don't have to remind me.
I've cancelled something I normally enjoy, because the anxiety is too much.
The other express concern, but all I can say is I'm sorting things out.
My head hangs low and I sit in the car, unwilling to move.
Cat-venturers Part TwoCaduceus and Obsidian soon arrived in the Nobles' District to retrieve Obsidian's supplies from his hiding place. Caduceus slowed to a stop and shook some moisture from his forepaws. "All right, Ob. Where did you hide your supplies?"Cat-venturers Part Two by Doomsday-Prophyt
"This way, sirrr," he replied, taking the lead.
Obsidian led Caduceus down an alleyway to a small sewer grate set in the stones. "I hid them herrre, sirrr," he said, pulling himself onto his back paws and grasping the grate to lift it. After a few moments struggling, he turned to Caduceus for help.
Caduceus also set up on his back paws before walking over to grasp the grate in his forepaws. "When did you hide these?" he asked, tugging on the iron with Obsidian.
"This morrrning, beffforrre going back home."
"Caduceus nodded. "The metal must have expanded from the heat of the day." With a final tug, the iron popped loose. Obsidian reached into a small alcove underneath the lip of the hole. "This is a good hiding spot," Caduceus continued. "But I see what you
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