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The Saddening Tale of the Small Brown Desk by ForceOfReason, literature

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The Saddening Tale of the Small Brown Desk

Once upon a time, a great many moons ago, I spoke to you of a tale that chilled to the bone. An epic poem, a terrifying beast - And an ode to the resting deceased. It told of Salazar, and the knight who we vouch To have slayed the world's first carnivorous couch. But little did we know that it was just the beginning Of the grand age of furniture's humble upbringing. My new story starts like most stories do, In a small humble setting that's quite close to you. And our protagonist was not, as most will attest, A hideous beast, but a small, brown desk. It lived for a time in the Performing Arts Centre, And not often seen by those w

The Epic Tale of the Man-Eating Couch by ForceOfReason, literature

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The Epic Tale of the Man-Eating Couch

Hear ye, hear ye, to what I say, For I will tell a tale from yesterday; Regarding the terrors of a ferocious grouch - The man-eating, child-gobbling, bone-crunching couch! Once upon a time, in a place not so far away, There lived a little couch that was brown and faded grey, His name was Bob, and a kinder soul Could not be found by any of us all. Made of embroidered cushions, dusty and worn with use, Turned to a resting place for piles of clothes and shoes, It lay in a mansion's attic, sleeping its days away, The unused couch had little to ever do or say. The house was owned by an elderly lady, Who in the past would rest on Bob g

Never by ForceOfReason, literature

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Never

I flicked the black velvet box shut with a snap and tossed it onto the table, checking the doorway behind me for the fiftieth time. Around me, the restaurant's inhabitants murmured in fluidic French, garnishing the salty air with affectionate warmth. The golden sand of La Charmante Baie shone more brilliantly than the table's polished silverware, waves splashed on the rocks like bubbling champagne, and climbing ivy slowly enveloped crumbling stone walls. The leaves cast a kaleidoscopic pattern of shadows on the table's pristine white cloth. Where the hell was she? I ignored the glances that my thongs, ratty backpack and slouched posture rec

Into the Howling Dark -Ch1- by ForceOfReason, literature

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Into the Howling Dark -Ch1-

The year is 2552. For thirty long years, the human race has fought a desperate war with an alliance of aliens known as the Covenant, who are hell-bent on a religious crusade to destroy every last man, woman and child. We are losing. The Covenant have annihilated hundreds of colony worlds in a swathe of destruction across human-held territory, killing over twenty-six billion people and turning entire planets' surfaces into fields of molten glass with their superior technology. Our navy is shattered from countless defeats. Our army is undermanned and outgunned, unable to replace its overwhelming losses. The human race's last bastion is the

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Into the Howling Dark -Ch1- by ForceOfReason, literature

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Into the Howling Dark -Ch1-

Never by ForceOfReason, literature

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Never

Sirocco Prologue and Chapter 1 by ForceOfReason, literature

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Sirocco Prologue and Chapter 1

Sirocco Prologue To the ever-curious human mind, the Constellation provides an inexhaustible supply of questions. Men have never resisted the urge to expand and explore, to not just discover but take, and the orbital system of over a hundred million continent-sized worldlets was the perfect place to nurture Magellan's Children. Just a million kilometres from the system's sun, a few hundred from each other, the larger worlds create their own distortion of space time and gravity, catching smaller sub-planets like the proverbial lead ball on the rubber sheet. These gravity centres in turn rotate around each other in an endless dance.

Bullies by ForceOfReason, literature

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Bullies

The fight in the quad was the last thing anyone expected. Least of all myself. I really pitied him, the victim - not much at the time, I was kinda going along with the crowd, you know? As if it was really a fight. More like a massacre. Little John, a pimply, short and slightly too intelligent year 8 kid, set off the bully's irrational rage like a red rag before a bull. Everyone was standing in a circle so I just like… joined in. Went along with what was expected of me by social rules and stuff. The bully's fists rose and fell, hammering John like a blacksmith at his anvil, beating the poor child into a shape more to his liking. A shape

Anastasiya by ForceOfReason, literature

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Anastasiya

Anastasiya Tuesday - May 15, 2014 Los Angeles, America She was, all in all, a very lucky girl. I discovered that one of her grandparents had been an American tourist, while sightseeing Georgia and other areas of the old USSR, so she was allowed to come and live with us without any trouble. Anastasiya was like the child we never had; Brittney, my British wife, was unable to have children, and growing up in America was obviously difficult - the differing schooling standards, abundance of money and technology, learning English and the vast culture differences between East and West. She never went back to Georgia, wanting to wipe from her mind

Just Another Mission by ForceOfReason, literature

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Just Another Mission

Just Another Mission A practice short story for the upcoming book Keystone, by Dan Rankin It started like most missions. Then again, they also do. A nerve-wracking, stomach-wrenching ride through the turbulent Sorrova atmosphere in a Peregrine transport that was not designed for comfort – the padding in the seats was only there to stop the occupant’s organs leaking out through his skin in G’s of 20+. Flipping, twirling and skidding sideways to avoid to searching beams of Rourke Alliance radars on the ground. A landing, only called a landing and not a crash because the brakes were on slightly, and a slightly paranoid feeling a

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ForceOfReason

Oct 23, 2011

24-10

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As always with a journal entry, it's very late at night, I've just finished watching a movie (Tangled) that on any other day wouldn't affect me at all but for some deeper reason has today got me feeling sentimental, I'm listening to a particular piece of music (Campfire from the Tangled soundtrack) over and over again, and so begins that once-in-a-blue-moon journal writing mood. Usually, when you feel emotionally affected by a movie, it's because of some grand realisation that dawned upon your mind, or the inspiration to take up a cause. Things like the deep rooted anger that you feel when finishing Blood Diamond or Balibo or something like

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ForceOfReason

Mar 6, 2011

Critical Literacy

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I got my book pack today for school, which contains all of the various textbooks and pens and paraphernalic crap that accompanies any high school's Term 1 Ground Zero. The usual  maths book, calculator, another pad of manuscript paper (my sixth, and I haven't yet finished the first), and the usual literary treat that the ineffable wisdom of our English department serves on a platter. The book: One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. Fine. About a mental asylum controlled by a tyrannical head nurse that has strange ideas about the treatment of mentally 'ill' patients, struggling with a rogue inmate who rightly thinks that every moment in life

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Dec 6, 2010

I'm Pissed Off.

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So there's this thing going around on Facebook at the moment. You change your display picture to a cartoon character that reminds you of your youth, with the aim to see no human faces on Facebook (ironic) by Monday December 6th. The clincher - this entire operation is in 'support' of eliminating child abuse. Most of my friends are into it, but I'm not. Initially it was because all of my favourite cartoon characters have already been taken, but in this later stage of the game, the whole thing has blown out of proportion. There are already groups springing up along the lines of "With or without a cartoon character, I'm against child abuse" - a

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TheLonelyNeko

Jun 26, 2012

Thanks for the fav I guess, hoped nobody found that art piece @_@

JotterTrotter

Oct 20, 2012

I thought you were me for a second.

TheLonelyNeko

Oct 21, 2012

I mistake you for me all the time too!
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JotterTrotter

Oct 21, 2012

But we look the same!

Manderz22

Jun 25, 2012

D-d-d-d-d-daaaaaaaaaaan.
Posting a comment on here cause Facebook is too mainstream. Hahahaha, I kid, I kid. I'm really just bored.
When are you on the GC next?

ForceOfReason

Jun 25, 2012

I'm not sure... when are you in Brisbane next?

Manderz22

Jun 25, 2012

Uhhh, I'm usually up in Brisbane every week or two haha. Probably this week when the Broncos game is on? Friday I think that is?