the Oblong BoxA merchant's son and his wife left home in search of fortune, traveling accross the great sea to the new country. It was a long journey, though not unpleasant, and they came to berth in Boston. Soon they had set down roots, trading in the goods their father sent them, which were well recieved. Many friends they had, and though they never had children, they were yet contented with each others company. That is, until their third summer, when the lady fell ill, passing in the later days of August.
The last request she made was to be buried in her family plot in England, not to be alone in the afterlife with strangers. So, marshalling himself, the husband crafted her coffin with his own hands, making it strong for the journey, and sealing his heart within. Preperations were made quickly, and the following week found them aboard a ship bound for their homeland.
The man spent every moment of his voyage in the company of his wi
The Statue It stands in the center of town, surrounded by a plaza full of decorative scupltures, hedges, and gardens. It has pride of place, set in the foundations of an old fountain basin, the insides of the low marble walls around it stained with years of accumulated grime and water damage. Nearly as tall as the nearest building, maybe two-to-three stories, you can see if from a long way off. It's ugly as sin, and crafted from the worst possible materials.
People in the town are fantasically proud of it. The crafters and merchants always point it out to potential customers as an example of their superior skills and abilities. Bemused visitors flock to it and wonder at the horror it inspires. Art critics publish yearly descriptions of it, and wanderers tell of how it changed their life, so that few in the world have not heard of it. No one who hasn't seen
With,withoutI've lived my life without regret.
With sadness yes, with misery also.
But with love aswell, and glad cheer
to brighten it none-the-lesser.
I let out my Lamentation like.
A death-toll. but never with regret.
Without PreambleHe stopped, looked down, and realized he was falling.
Sometimes a thought comes to you, so strong, it's like it's a living thing. They come suddenly, out of the mist born whole, an often without warning. This came to me as I was walking from my bathroom to the front door, going out for a smoke, and as soon as it did, it was like a squirming, crystal glass, half snake/half crystal ball in my hands, so real I wondered how I'd never noticed it before. Without question, it was black as night shining from onyx stone.
It was the journey, held within those three disparate phrases, seperated by little curling commas. It facinated, and sickend me, all at once. I stopped and pondered it for a moment before going outside to smoke, which settled my nerves. I saw a man's feet, stopped at a precipice, look down and seeing that the ground wasn't there, but onl