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Progressive RetrogradeOpposite is not always contrary, contrary to what you might think.Progressive Retrograde by jadefyres-freedom
What's black for you is white for me and I'm just looking for the antithesis to my soul.
Conflicting, contrasting, and whatever other acts these concepts inside my cranium are committing, there would not be one without the other so I have the whole lot of them to thank.
What is light without darkness and pure evil without honest virtuosity?
What is a retrograde without progress? A man running down the up escalator when the power is out is just using the stairs.
Opposite is not always contrary, contrary to what you might think.
Think what you will, it's opposite still, but closer and closer in sync.
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A walk down D-Yellow StreetA girl walked down the street, her old leather sandals flip flopping in an echoing cadence through the silence.A walk down D-Yellow Street by ShinjisGirl
She wore not much more than worn black rugby shorts, and old t-shirt and a zip up hoodie from some long forgotten concert back in the mists of time. Her reddish brown hair caught the early evening light and blazed like a prismatic fire of swirling strands in the gentle breeze. The world around her seemed to bristle with fresh sensations and her entire being seemed beset by pins and needles. Her peripheral vision seemed to crawl like millions of tiny ants making a quick line to a sugar cube. Shining colours and finely buzzing lines. That didn't diminish the simple pleasure and optimism of a leisurely stroll through streets lined with deserted childrens' toys and tall trees draped with millions of shimmering green leaves though. All felt right with the world and everything felt possible. Everything FELT.
She walked past the old condemned house set back into the long, draping te
Nuclear Winter'Mother, tell me again about the sun.'
She pauses scraping the stretched hide,
thinks. So many images she could give, in words
he wouldn't understand golden, sunrise, light.
Her son was born to cold darkness, has never seen
the sun, animals in clouds, gods in the midnight sky.
Some days, what she misses most is the sky,
more than electricity, than fresh tomatoes, than sun-
shine. The white tails of planes created scenes
of foreign adventure, when only thunderheads could hide
the horizon and the day produced its own light.
Now the horizon chokes on ash and she on useless words.
She never lets him see her cry when her words
become ghosts, unable to puncture the thick sky
and rest peacefully. She has nightmares about the light
from each subatomic explosion that burnt out the sun,
and she's haunted by a notion that there's nowhere to hide,
nowhere to run from the nuclear eyes of God and not be seen.
Before the years of winter, she and his father had seen
mankind linked with hopeful
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jadefyres-freedom is a 18 year old young woman. She likes The Avengers, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Star Trek, Misha Collins, Iron Man, Muse, Pink Floyd, fun., drawing, writing, and naturey things. She loves tophats but does not have any. :C
She dislikes tomatoes and carrots, The Cars, and negativity.
Muse is my favourite band.
Doctor Who is my favourite TV show.
The Avengers I'm a fan of Marvel Studios. My favourite pre-Avengers movies are Iron Man and Thor. I love the cool technology in Iron Man. I loved Loki in Thor. Avengers was a fantastic movie, and I'd highly recommend it to anyone who likes the other movies. I can't decide which Avenger is my favourite, I like them all too much.
BBC Sherlock I have surrenderdammit to thank for putting me onto Sherlock, an amazing television show by the BBC. There are two seasons of three 90 minute episodes each. I honestly recommend that you watch all of them. They are fantastic and have given me my new favourite actor, Benedict Cumberbatch.
And one more thing... Don't blink.