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Mescaline Brisset
Bio
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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Stories (770/0)
It Ain’t Over Till The Fat Lady Sings
An old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. * He said, “My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all. * One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. * The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.” * The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf wins?” * The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.” Cherokee Metaphor
By Mescaline Brissetabout a year ago in Fiction
Lili’s World
Let us, however, recover the Sceptre, the rod of power: * it is crowned with the lily-head or the lily-bud: * it is Caduceus; among the dying it bears healing: * or evoking the dead, it brings life to the living. H. D. From "The Walls Do Not Fall"
By Mescaline Brisset2 years ago in Fiction
Banshee from the Vampire Palace
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It had a white wooden frame, horribly chipped, as old houses usually do. The window displayed an inert area composed of backyard bushes and shrubs arranged in shapes into the awkward mist of the night. All the images that flashed through her soul’s eye seemed locked in a cistvaen, a prehistoric sepulchral tomb where her body lay in eternal sleep, her chest like stone, as if firmly nailed to the cold earth.
By Mescaline Brisset2 years ago in Fiction