once_upon_a_ camille Once Upon a Midnight Clear Once Upon a Midnight Clear a world and war between soldiers one pitted against the other someone’s be-cause Raged in battle many miles away death could be heard a hill separating rivals desperate in prayer ..just another day In the vigil night watch quickened by a sound Rapid pulse fire bound everything quiet, still once again a snowy winter's whispered night Christmas eve sounds of war did deceive soldier standing guard young yet hoping heart would never get hard he could hear a breeze whispering through the trees when out of the sky and between his feet not grenade, as he had anticipated but there cradled in snow a snowball eyes wide with wonder, surprise, fear, memories all screaming at each other questioned he looked to the other side all that could be seen was hills horizon where earth met sky on this still dark moonlit night vision straining gun's insistent aiming bursting emotion of fear and rage... laughter opens the cage reaching slowly to pick up a memory... was this so.. could it be the enemy has thrown a snowball at me? he turns to his comrade housed in the same barricade puzzled and confused not hearing a sound he almost refused as fear had him bound The child within accepted and laughed screaming ...absurdity and without a second's thought the child within cried with laughter and just as quickly returned a cold wet snowball rendered shhhhhhh.....quiet... still.... German voices on the other side of this hill then quiet.... again the gift was returned hitting his shoulder yet heart within burned with all the sounds of youth circled about and raging within the battle begun Midnight clear, stars shining bright heart burned like sun incoming.......they yelled watch out.......Laughter and tears erasing all fears Neither knew hatred only the child within, war without World's apart, tore at their hearts It happened Once upon a midnight clear love, laughter, and tears and noone ever knew what happened here.... ~Camille 1997 http://www.silentnight.web.za/multimedia/stillen.ram 000315 ... Arwyn that's the most beautiful thing I've ever read in a long time... 021219 ... Rhin Once upon a chilly Friday night in December... Rhin sat in her living room, surrounded by unwrapped Christmas presents, candy canes, and tinsel. Her long hair was flowing freely, yet tucked behind her ears. Her face was clean of make up, and her feet were bare. The only clothing that adorned her body was a pair of faded holey jeans, and a ratty old Gretsky jersey. The melodic sounds of a flute filled the stillness in the air, and her cat lay quite contentedly underneath the Christmas tree. The soft glow of Blather competed with the candles flickering about the room. The soothing atmosphere still could not erase the tears. 'This is what being alone really is', she thought. It's a Friday night, and she would rather sit there in the confines of her castle, than be out partying with friends. The sound of her chimes softly blowing in the breeze momentarily distracted her from her thoughts. She hears a knock on her door, and for some reason, she decides to answer it. She opens the door to find Chad standing there. His dark hair tousled from the wind, and his cheeks red from the chill in the air. He's been running again, she thought. She invites him in, and his presence makes her uncomfortable. She's not use to personal invasion, and she's not in the mood for Chad tonight. Chad however, makes himself at home, as if he had lived there all of his life. He walks into the kitchen, opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water. He returns to the living room, sits down and watches her quietly. She has known Chad most of her life. They went to school together, and have always managed to stay in touch. Chad is extremely easy on the eyes, and intelligent beyond words, to say the least. He's also extremely gentle-mannered, when he's not being an asshole. Meanwhile, Chad maintains his position on the sofa, while Rhin has settled back down onto the floor admist all of the holiday wrappings. Finally Chad moves over to stand in front of her. She looks up at him fearfully and watches him drop to his knees. He slides the waistband of his jogging pants down, and pulls his hard dick out. He grabs the back of her head, as if to bring her down upon him. She pauses for a moment, mere inches from the head of his dick...she wanting nothing more than to taste him in her mouth. Luckily, her senses return, just as Chad tries to force her into submission. Her hands fly up to his bare ass, and leaves a trail of scratch marks, that will undoubtedly look as if he has been attacked by a Singapore hooker. He sits back stunned at her reaction and says simply 'Rhin, it's just sex...Why are you so fucking cold?!' '...and I can't believe you scratched my fucking ass!' She glares up at him through teary eyes, and says nothing. He says 'You'll give in one day, and then at least, if nothing else, you will remember that you are human!' With that, he stood, pulled up jogging pants and strode out. Like all of the others, he doesn't see her. Oh, he sees her all right...pretty face & large tits! However, they never see beyond that. Why should they? She's too fucking independent and complicated for anyone to want to even bother. Chad is an all too familiar figure in her life. He'll be back with his mouth watering again. If she gives in, he may hold her for a few minutes, but in the end, he'll leave...they always leave. She would much rather be alone for the right reasons! ...and Fuck you Chad for treating me like a whore!!! 021220 ... feeling empathic fuck chad 021220 ... feeling empathic 'fuck chad' as in 'CHAD CAN GO TO HELL' NOT 'you should fuck chad' 021220 ... minnesota_chris yeah! kick his ass once for me, too. 021221 ... no reason foreign and confused night at around 946 pm there was no punctuation but then there was, and a girl was sitting at a foreign computer, a laptop, whose keyboard liked to type l's which made the girl use the delete button a lot cuz she didn't like misplaced l's very much. she was feeling a little confused and alone being in a foreign place which wasn't exactly foreign in the sense that she hadn't been there before, but that so many things had changed and people were missing and she was placed somewhere strange and somewhat unfamilar. everything else that she came in contact with encompassed this strangeness and unfamiliarity. and so she felt it. she was very tired and felt heightened confusion and nervousness. and so she found refuge on a site called blather, which she often did. but at this time, she was a little nervous about everything, and a little uninspired, so was a little concerned about whether or not she wanted to write; actually she knew she wanted to but she didn't know if she could. but she decided to try, and found that she couldn't, at least not quite like she had hoped, but that this had helped a little bit nonetheless. 021221 what's it to you? who go blather from