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White Hot Darkness part 5Shen's first birthday came and went, and his parents did not come to visit him.
It was a long time before he learned how to stand, and even longer before he figured out how to walk. Once he had gotten the hang of it, though, there was no keeping him still. The soothsayer would try to tell him to stay in a room for two minutes, but as soon as she left he would be there, tottering behind her unsteadily on wire-thin, shaky legs. He was always in her shadow, always clinging to her robes and stuck to her like glue. But he never objected to being picked up, especially when it meant that he was going to be given affectionate caresses. If nothing else, Shen loved to be loved.
As for his speech, he was a regular chatterbox by the time he was eighteen months old. He enunciated rather well for someone of his age; of course, with a tongue still more adept at baby talk, his words were often garbled or slurred. Anytime he heard a new word, he would ask, "Nana, whazzat mean?" It became his favorite s
White Hot Darkness part 4Time passed; Sheng Li grew older; while he was still sick frequently and quite undersized for his age, he was growing nonetheless. It took him longer than it would have taken most other babies to learn how to sit up unsupported, to be able to pull himself up, to crawl. But what he lacked in physical prowess, he more than made up for with his quickly advancing mind.
The soothsayer noticed his developing intelligence as she continued to care for him. By the time he was four months old, she was certain that he understood a fair amount of the words that were being spoken to him. By the time he was five and a half months old, he was using certain babbling sounds or chirps in order to communicate different things, even though he couldn't properly speak yet. It was as if he and his nanny were developing their own little code.
Even when he wasn't outwardly showing signs of abnormally high aptitude, Sheng Li was prone to staring at things as if he was concentrating very hard on them. He nearly
White Hot Darkness part 3Prince Sheng Li was a decidedly well-behaved infant, or at least, as well-behaved as a weak, sickly hatchling could be. By the time he was taken out of intensive care, he was already highly attached to his new nanny, and no one else. Even his confused, innocent eyes could see that the soothsayer was the only one who cared for him, who comforted him and rocked him and fed him and was there for him. Everyone else was a meanie who was always sticking him with needles and making him eat nasty-tasting things. But his Nana took care of him, and even at a week and a half old, he was able to recognize that.
The soothsayer felt as if she were the new parent now, always thinking about the baby and what was best for him, putting her own life what little there existed of it on hold. Sheng Li became her number one priority. He was terrified of strangers, so she was careful to keep him isolated in the quarters they now shared; he was sick often, so she made sure that he swallowed an he
White Hot Darkness part 2The chick sprawled out on the blankets had not yet opened its eyes. Its thin white feathers were drenched in egg fluid, and it was shivering violently. After nearly a minute had passed with everyone staring in horror at it and no one making a motion to pick it up, it began to chirp weakly, instinctively wondering where its parents were. To the physicians, and to Jin and Ah-lam, its chirps sounded faint and hoarse, more like high-pitched coughs than any sound a healthy peacock should make.
At last, the head palace doctor hesitantly scooped up the chick and began to towel it off, acting as if it might shatter if he pressed on it too hard. Jin and Ah-lam were beginning to come to themselves. Ah-lam had both wings pressed against her beak, and Jin demanded shakily, "What is that?"
"Well, sir, it's, er " stammered the physician, not succeeding too well at swaddling the chick. "It's a little boy "
"That's not a little boy!" The lord's eyes were filled with slowly dawning mortificat
Dante's PlayhouseThere was a boy named Dante who was bullied at his school,
And yet he was the fall boy when he broke a single rule.
Now, after being beat up and called Pasty, Dweeb, and Shorty,
He was expelled. Today he'll start at Public School 140.
His daddy Virgil didn't think his son committed treason,
For Virgil liked a bit of fun but also trusted reason.
So he said, "Son, before school we can stop just for a treat!
I'll take you to McDonald's, and we'll get something to eat."
They went into McDonald's, on that bright and sunny day.
While Virgil went to order, Dante headed off to play.
He went up to the playhouse he was in for a surprise.
And when he finally saw it, he could not believe his eyes!
The playhouse was HUGE and SCARY!
"My son," said Virgil, "you must think this whole thing isn't fair.
You were expelled from your school when you did nothing wrong there!
You may think that the bullies weren't punished, but in fact,
Right now they're getting lessons in the proper way to act
White Hot Darkness part 1The birth of one's first child is a life-changing event for any new parents. Once the expectancy is confirmed, fantasies of the unborn child soon overtake the mind, and expectations begin to grow. Oftentimes parents are certain that their baby will be healthy, be intelligent, and be able to achieve what is required of them. But things don't always go as planned.
Lord Jin and Lady Ah-lam, the Royal Peacocks, were no exceptions to this rule. When they conceived their first egg, celebrations were declared all over Gongmen City, and the young rulers could not have been more delighted. They were not yet ready to think about needing an heir, but they had been eager to become parents for quite some time, and now their wish seemed to be coming true. Soon there would be a new prince or princess to truly unite them as a family, and no sooner had the arrival of the egg been announced than they were dreaming longingly of what a prosperous ruler their little chick would grow up to be.
They gave the
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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