| What Then? - Kristian Ostergaard |
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That cause can never be lost nor stayed
which takes the course of what God has made;
and is not trusting in walls and towers,
but slowly growing from seeds to flowers.
Each noble service that has been wrought
was first conceived as a fruitful thought;
each worthy cause with a future glorious
by quietly growing becomes victorious.
Thereby itself like a tree it shows:
that high it reaches, as deep it grows;
and when the storms are its branches shaking,
it deeper root in the soil is taking.
Be then no more by a storm dismayed,
for by it the full grown seeds are laid;
and though the tree by its might it shatters,
what then, if thousands of seeds it scatters?
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| A Quiz, taken from nearly everybody. |
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Take the quiz: "What kind of eyes do you have? (with pictures)"
Green
You have green eyes. Green is the color of balance. Your eyes symbolize your ever need to learn. Green brings peace and harmony into our lives, as you may be a very optimistic person. At times you may be placid, lethargic, lazy, and slow, to the point of becoming moody and depressed. You may also be apathetic and have a fear rejection. Do not feel bad though, for what you may lack, you can in your ability to heal and bring hope to people. Some words to describe you: growth, fertility, harmony, healing, refreshing, peaceful, contentment, satisfaction, confidence, prosperous, hopeful, lucky, and beautiful.
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| July Writing Challenge |
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A challenge for everyone at Notre Conversation.
The Immortals wish to see more of your talent and creativity, so much more! How best not to show it in a writing challenge.
The contest starts July 15th and ends July 25th.
The winner will be announced July 31st.
Winner will receive a private YIM chat with two immortals of their choice.
Come into Notre Conversation and read more in the Carnival section.
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Again I am sitting at my desk. The night has laid it self over the land like a dark blanket, covering it all in its warm summerbreeze. I can feel the warm air caressing my skin. Even beings like us immortals seem to be warm and vibrant on such summernights. The air is full of the scents from the hot day, I can smell them. The fragrance of the flowers in full bloom, the mowed grass, the dust that has settled on the heated asphalt of the London streets and the salty sweat on the human bodies. Oh how tempting this human musk is. The scent awakes the beast in myself, which is always there, like a lioness in the hot savannah, lurking and observing, waiting for the right prey to pass by.
I can still remember every tiny pearl of sweat crawling over his soiled forehead and every wrinkle in his dull and odious face. I can still recall all the screams of the children he had robbed from their parents just I can still remember every face of those little ones, those he had raped and killed. All those memories of him were flashing like a strobe light of pictures in my mind as I held him in my deathbringing embrace tonight. I can still recall the screams for mercy of the little innocent angel that was still locked up in the basement as I entered the home of this monster. I can still feel his hot and despicable breath on my skin as he released his breath a very last time. All the flames in hell could not have been more heated than this anger I felt in my body and heart and not even the eternal ice of the arctic glaciers could have been colder than the disgust that I felt for this man.
As I handed him over to the arms of the grim reaper I thought that this death I had granted him was an easy one and too pleasing for such a living nightmare, but who am I to judge? I am a murderer, a predator myself. I tossed his lifeless body away just like he used to do it with his own victims, letting them glide out of his hands just like old toys. I did not bother to look back to this broken doll with a face made out of ghastly porcelain. My feet guided me to the locked door, opening it and releasing the little, five year old angel, which had been caught and put in a room where her kidnapper had already killed two girls and a boy, none of them older than seven Years. I left her on the stairs of a police office and disappeared as swiftly and gentle as a summernightbreeze.
I am closing my eyes right now, inhaling the fragrance of the summernight once more, the dust, the sweat and even the scent of those wonderful flowers which are in their full bloom right now. I know that they are going to fade when the winter approaches with his court of chill wind, ice and snow and I know that all of them will wither and fade away. I am on the outside and looking in, watching the buds as they grow to their full beauty and I wont allow any nightmare to intrude into this garden that I am watching. I will never allow these monsters to cut the buds that I want to see in their full beauty as they elongate their pretty heads towards the summersun.
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I can hear the raindrops drumming against my window right now.
The moon is hidden behind an army of clouds, bead like dark pearls in front of the face of madame Luna. I am glad that I have hunted tonight before the skies started to weep. Now I am sitting inside my chambers and thinking about the journeys I have done and the journeys which are still to come.
As I close my eyes I can sense the guests in the house. My Aunt has once again visitors in her halls... ancient ones. I can hear their words and voices even now, though they are on the other side of the mansion. I can feel their presence, smell their fragrance as I am sure that they can sense mine. These feelings and sensations still tend to overwhelm me sometimes. When they do I lose myself in those moments of shiftlessness and it takes a lot of time to recover myself again. It can be hard to be calm when there is an ocean of feelings, good and bad, passionate and cold, freezing and burning inside your soul. All of them as intense as a tidal wave, a hurricane or a bushfire...untamable as they seem sometimes, I always try to suffocate them or at least lay themdown to rest.
Passion is as dangerous as frigidity of the heart. With this immortal passion we will burn those we adore to ashes, suffering from the harm we caused to them for all eternity but frigidity will rob us of all those moments of warmth inside and what is a life without death when you have no love and warmth to keep you alive? It is nearly imposible to perform this trick of balance but I have vowed to myself that I will keep on trying.
My victim tonight was a murderer. I could hear his thoughts as the sun descended to let the night rise. I opened my eyes and looked through his, so intense were these thoughts of anger and passion in him. He searched beauty only to make it fade. He searched a blossom to rip away the petals and wach it withering. So I made my way out of the secret haven of mine to go find him before he would be able to discover the beauty he was hunting. I found him in a dim bar, his dark eyes fixing on me as I entered. My gaze meeting his for only two seconds, I knew he had found the blossom he was searching. After some moments I shook my head and turned around, leaving the bar again and I knew he would follow. He stalked me as I stalked him... and his fate was sealed. The last words he said to me as he took his last breath were "There is no rose more beautiful than you are and none has thornes more dangerous." Then he faded away, a distant smile on his face.
Every journey begins with just one step. Yes and I have already walked miles in these new shoes and still I marvel at it in awe. I have seen things of which I have never dared to dream of as a mortal, even as a member of the Talamasca and I know that I am just beginning to realize what the word immortality means. I am getting a glimpse of this incomprehensible infinity. But there are things that are giving me strength. I know that my Aunt wont leave me for she is here and she will always be there. There has always been a Maharet. I am not alone and I never will be.
Opening my eyes again I smile softly at these thoughts of mine. Yes, my journey has just begun and I wont fear it. If I am entitled as a rose in this garden of the night I am going to bloom to a blossom which will never fade. Every journey begins with a single step and this step has already been made.
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