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The Faces by Richard H. Fay
Electronics allowed them access
Into our mundane world of matter.
Pixels formed inhuman images
Within the pastoral background scenes
On my glimmering monitor screen.
I gazed into their dark, glaring eyes,
Mesmerized by the peculiar sight.
Fear began to take hold of my heart
When their frowning mouths started to move
In silent semblance of angry speech.
Originally posted 2010-07-09 13:18:34. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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Poems by C. E. Chaffin
On Rachel’s Death
The hole
in the ground
left by the tree
the hole left
by her life
or my life
or any life
always lacks
dirt enough
to cover
the uprooted
root-crown.
Loss is a coin
tossed down
a depthless well;
you listen
for a splash
that never
comes.
~~~~~~~~~~
Bird Calls
despite their repetition
never lose urgency
as if a mad ventriloquist
had placed a hand
inside each feathered back,
egging them onward.
Some call for mates
and some for territory
but most sing because
they are impelled by birdness
or mad with joy
at freedom from words.
Originally posted 2010-07-09 10:53:56. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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Poems by G. David Schwartz
There’s A West Side To Every City
There’s a West side to every city
There’s an east side as well
Each and every city
Stretches to up heaven
And the other way as well
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Sticking Out of the Wood Work
Sitting out in the woods to do a little work
Sounds so totally different
Than sticking out of the wood is really work
And ladies with moustaches are usually angry
As well as thinking blueberry
Is so different than thinking of blueberry
Originally posted 2010-07-09 18:39:52. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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Interview with Rhiannon Frater, Author of As the World Dies
Rhiannon Frater is an Independent Author living and working in Austin, Texas. Her As the World Dies Trilogy has taken the zombie world by storm in the past year even winning the 2008 Dead Letter Award for Best Book (Fiction). She already has a massive established fan base and presence on the web. The third book of trilogy, entitled Siege, was just released with many other projects looming on the horizon. This busy up and coming lady was kind enough to take the time to answer a few questions for us here at Abandoned Towers.
Originally posted 2010-07-08 16:22:39. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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The Prisoner of Zenda by Anthony Hope
Chapter 1
The Rassendylls — With a Word on the Elphbergs
“I wonder when in the world you’re going to do anything, Rudolf?” said my brother’s wife.
“My dear Rose,” I answered, laying down my egg-spoon, “why in the world should I do anything? My position is a comfortable one. I have an income nearly sufficient for my wants (no one’s income is ever quite sufficient, you know), I enjoy an enviable social position: I am brother to Lord Burlesdon, and brother-in-law to that charming lady, his countess. Behold, it is enough!”
Originally posted 2010-07-07 15:21:59. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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Just for Her by Doris M. Kneppel
Angela basked in the silence of a household sound asleep on this Saturday morning. She awakened early enough to beat the daily cacophony of the kids. Her slippers slapped softly on the linoleum as she moved from sink to cupboard to coffee pot, all the while humming softly along with the radio. The gurgle of the perking pot sounded so cheerful, she perked right along with it, weaving expertly around Suki, who was demanding breakfast in his deep growly voice. Switching to a Beatle’s tune that went perfectly with the perking pot, and bobbing her head to the beat, she fed the Siamese cat. She turned off the radio to stop for awhile and listen to the blessed silence. She could hear Suki purring while she ate — a wonderful sound, seldom heard over the usual pounding beat of hard rock, the TV and the infighting between the twins and with Frank demanding to know where she was hiding his navy socks..
Originally posted 2010-07-07 20:24:07. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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Homecoming by Heather Kuehl
The wind brought with it the scent burnt ash and magic. It mingled with the damp earth and sweet pine trees that surrounded the pack. The wolves sleeping around me didn’t think anything of the scent. Few bothered check their surroundings. My wolf eyes didn’t see anything unusual, but the scent told me everything I needed to know.
My paws padded silently through the wolf pack. One of the males watched me and issued a low growl. Ignoring him, I left the safety of the forest. The wolf, known as Krakk by the other wolves, had his eyes on me for months, hoping that I would be his mate. I had ignored the rabbits and other prey animals that he had given to me as gifts, but it was almost as though he thought that I was playing hard-to-get.
Originally posted 2010-07-07 09:38:02. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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