Dec
15
2012
X. K. Lai
In the midst of a field buried in snow,
A stick, small and sturdy, started to grow.
No branches or leaves on this tiny tree.
Just roots, and a stem you could barely see.
Winter storms ripped the land with their icy blast,
and the stick, nothing special, held strong and fast.
The dark and the cold gripped the earth in its hand.
Still the stick stood, guarding over the land.
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Jan
29
2011
X. K. Lai
Mine is a world of beauty and blood. Continue reading
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Nov
27
2010
X. K. Lai
Shit. I did not see this coming. Continue reading
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Oct
11
2010
X. K. Lai
I ran down the street, dodging and weaving between cars, people, anything trying to get between me and my prey. Continue reading
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Jul
30
2010
X. K. Lai
They do this to their own kind? Â Such a waste. Continue reading
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Jul
30
2010
X. K. Lai
“I know that smell, Keija.  What is a dhondushe even doing here? Continue reading
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Jul
30
2010
X. K. Lai
Eirdhei could still hear the Dhausho warleader’s words as he exiled her.
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Jul
30
2010
X. K. Lai
Tifue brushed her hand along the pelt of a wolf, losing herself in the strength and hunger of the animal that sacrificed it.
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Jul
30
2010
X. K. Lai
Kojo breathed a sigh of relief when the gray-skinned female (was it female?) left the cell.
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Jul
30
2010
X. K. Lai
“I remember the smell in the dheijedesho’s hut.  The stench of charred flesh, scales, and hair are always with me.  They are part of me, as are the runes he burned into my back.â€
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