Well, that's something. by El-Randissimo, literature
Literature
Well, that's something.
"And so," a dreary voice went on, dripping with how monotone it was, "The reason we do this is because we're all idiots."
Well, that was of no help whatsoever, I must say.
I mean, I understand that Jake here is trying to help, really, I'm not trying to undermine his effort or anything, but... This helps me how, exactly?
The fact we're all idiots isn't something I'm going to argue, since, well, quite frankly, it's true. Without a doubt, I honestly believe deep down inside of me that he's right, we're all idiots, and we need to think about that every moment of everyday, because perhaps then we'll stop taking ourselves so seriously.
But then
WELL. That's what I usually tell people, at any rate.
Because, really, look at it. It's a boat. What else could it possibly be?
Well, other than a yacht, I guess. BUT THAT'S STILL A BOAT!
At least, it was last time I checked. I could be wrong, maybe they changed it since the last time I looked into a dictionary.
Not that I ever read dictionaries for fun, mind you, but sometimes it's useful to read up on this kind of thing.
In any way possible.
But as I was saying, there's no other thing it could be, it's impossible for it to be anything other than a boat.
Well, maybe scrap metal, but that's being nitpicky if you ask me.
And so, what m
A Phantom at the Opera by El-Randissimo, literature
Literature
A Phantom at the Opera
Johann's fingers pressed down on the keys with relish as he skillfully drew out the first note for his piece, the round sound bellowing its way across the auditorium. His lips stretched into a satisfied smile when he heard the furtive whispers and giggles from the crowd; he thought as much, he expected them to react this way after his initial appearance.
It wasn't too much of a stretch to say that pleasant provocation was a feat Johann had practised on numerous occasions when it came to performances. The last thing an artist should fail at was presentation, after all; failing to successfully catch your audience's eye was the surest way to an
Ma gloire, mon bonheur. by El-Randissimo, literature
Literature
Ma gloire, mon bonheur.
Mel stared at the image of the crowd that was portrayed on the inside of her lenses, facing the window with folded arms as the footage Melody was showing her scanned the entire audience, making slow rounds of the seats.
Occasionally she caught a glimpse of golden-red waves bouncing around, half expecting it to be her daughter, except the child was too old, or was a man, or their companion looked nothing like François. Mel frowned, gloved fingers tapping her biceps lightly as Melody switched to footage of the balcony level.
-- There, the tired, nervous looking man leaning towards Mireille as she whispered in his ear, a small smile creep
Well, that's something. by El-Randissimo, literature
Literature
Well, that's something.
"And so," a dreary voice went on, dripping with how monotone it was, "The reason we do this is because we're all idiots."
Well, that was of no help whatsoever, I must say.
I mean, I understand that Jake here is trying to help, really, I'm not trying to undermine his effort or anything, but... This helps me how, exactly?
The fact we're all idiots isn't something I'm going to argue, since, well, quite frankly, it's true. Without a doubt, I honestly believe deep down inside of me that he's right, we're all idiots, and we need to think about that every moment of everyday, because perhaps then we'll stop taking ourselves so seriously.
But then
WELL. That's what I usually tell people, at any rate.
Because, really, look at it. It's a boat. What else could it possibly be?
Well, other than a yacht, I guess. BUT THAT'S STILL A BOAT!
At least, it was last time I checked. I could be wrong, maybe they changed it since the last time I looked into a dictionary.
Not that I ever read dictionaries for fun, mind you, but sometimes it's useful to read up on this kind of thing.
In any way possible.
But as I was saying, there's no other thing it could be, it's impossible for it to be anything other than a boat.
Well, maybe scrap metal, but that's being nitpicky if you ask me.
And so, what m
A Phantom at the Opera by El-Randissimo, literature
Literature
A Phantom at the Opera
Johann's fingers pressed down on the keys with relish as he skillfully drew out the first note for his piece, the round sound bellowing its way across the auditorium. His lips stretched into a satisfied smile when he heard the furtive whispers and giggles from the crowd; he thought as much, he expected them to react this way after his initial appearance.
It wasn't too much of a stretch to say that pleasant provocation was a feat Johann had practised on numerous occasions when it came to performances. The last thing an artist should fail at was presentation, after all; failing to successfully catch your audience's eye was the surest way to an
Ma gloire, mon bonheur. by El-Randissimo, literature
Literature
Ma gloire, mon bonheur.
Mel stared at the image of the crowd that was portrayed on the inside of her lenses, facing the window with folded arms as the footage Melody was showing her scanned the entire audience, making slow rounds of the seats.
Occasionally she caught a glimpse of golden-red waves bouncing around, half expecting it to be her daughter, except the child was too old, or was a man, or their companion looked nothing like François. Mel frowned, gloved fingers tapping her biceps lightly as Melody switched to footage of the balcony level.
-- There, the tired, nervous looking man leaning towards Mireille as she whispered in his ear, a small smile creep
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Living abroad for a semester in Switzerland, I learned early on to roll with the cultural traditions, and none were more whimsical in our small Alpine town than those during the holiday season. Shoes left outside for Saint Nicholas to fill with candy, colorful advent calendars to open, and boisterous holiday parades became part of our everyday lives.
One day in December, my classmates and I hiked down from the alps after a geolog
INTERMISSION: A Harmonian suprise by Symphoria, journal
INTERMISSION: A Harmonian suprise
A buzz of activity is happening on board the ‘Strait of Leo’, the ship in which the Division members were sailing on. The crew seemed excited. Decks were gleaming in the sunlight, the masts were blowing stiff in the sea breeze and the salty air refreshing.
And for once in this whole entire month journey - the sea was calm.
The P.A. system within the ship crackled and the captain’s voice resounded through every room:
“Morning, landlubbers. We hope ye all be havin’ a fun time onboard our ship. But if ye didn’t then too bad, who cares~! Tis be an exciting time now that we broke away from the rocky seas and