Hunting For Silver

Hunted

Run.

     Luna stood atop the hillside, gazing over the valley below as she searched for her pursuers. Bathed in the dusky glow of the setting sun, she tried to catch her breath.  Her pants echoed down through the fields before her. She could tell by the trampled crops that the men had followed her trail. She struggled to retain composure. They were coming for her; and they were close.

Run.

     Panic began to set in. She could no longer see her brothers. In splitting up they had ensured the survival of at least one of their own; the two men would never catch them all. But Luna had never been alone before. Not like this. She didn’t even see which way they’d run. They had all fled in different directions once the hunters had appeared. She’d been quick but she had been the last to flee from the scene. She knew the dangers of stealing to eat, but didn’t revel in it like her brothers. Artemis and Taini liked the chase. She needed them now.

     The men drew closer; Luna heard them shout and knew she’d been spotted. Terror set in as the tattered clothes and brutish form of one of her hunters clambered across the open grassy stretch towards her.  Even against the dimming evening light, she could see how tiresome it was to carry his monstrous frame up the steep hills of the valley, but upon locating Luna in her vulnerable position he drew strength from somewhere beneath his course, fleshy husk and dashed towards her. The jagged edges of his padded coat flapped in the wind, beating noisily off of the back of his legs as he laboured towards her. His eyes looked hungry as he gave a loud hoot, calling for his partner to keep up. Luna’s breathing quickened once more as she realised that she had to move. Her mind drew up its remaining strength and one word was pushed to the forefront of her thinking.

 RUN.

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state-of-me:

#95

I want this cover

state-of-me:

#95

I want this cover


blackgirlwhiteboylove:

hermionegranger:

Real Time with Bill Maher: 6.6.14 — Anthony Weiner, Jim Geraghety, Nicolle Wallace

Damn shame.

catsbeaversandducks:

"Just get in the car, Alice. I’ll explain on the way."

catsbeaversandducks:

"Just get in the car, Alice. I’ll explain on the way."

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oh-haroo:

More nature here

oh-haroo:

More nature here

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The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.

The artwork is too great not to reblog. 

Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.

That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.

One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Han Christian Anderson wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.

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alpha-blaziken:

Good Guy Sauron

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Sometimes you just look at your teenage life and say “wow”.

MSN, Bebo, Facebook and all the rest offer an unprecedented way to store and look back at conversations had in the absolute prime of moronic interaction. Kudos to others for putting up with it but also points deducted for probably being morons too. We all were. No wonder folk get traumatised as teenagers.

allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Robin Williams
Rest in peace.

allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Robin Williams

Rest in peace.

Oh Captain, My Captain

maxkirin:

Neil Gaiman’s 8 Rules of Writing, a remake of this post. Source.

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unamusedsloth:

Office Safari. [source]


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meltingflame:

My most important New Year resolution is to get something published 

 
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