Life revived from death Corpses of oak tree branches Fertilize flowers

Suns embrace shrouded Persephone plows the snow Sunny souvenirs

A flamboyant man adorned in a green velvet tailcoat with a red glossy hat to shade his mysterious face bursts through the stages curtains and exclaims "Greetings senors and senoritas no that’s not it wheres my."the man reaches into his pocket"where did I put it."he pulls a paper out of his coat"Ah Ha!" The man begins to read the paper"destination X33,355 Y66,241 Z 203,784?" "Oh dear I mistook my script for the pilot’s destination papers."abruptly two planes fly overhead the stage and spell out across the spring blue sky"Welcome ladies and gentleman." The man shouts"what In the world." The man looks up and says"ah well I guess it all worked out,ladies and gentleman I am the ludicrous Lucas sapphire."for my first display of captivation can I have a member of the audience step up to the stage,better yet you choose everybody point to the person you want to come onstage as the volunteer."the audience points at random members across the crowd.the magician points at a man with a green baseball cap who was pointed at by a girl next to him and declares"you come up here!" The man blushes and steps up to the stage the magician asks"dear sir what’s your name." The magician holds the microphone in the mans face The man meekly responds"Lucas Embry." The magician giddily laughs"well I know from your name you must obviously be devishly handsome,have an incredible sense of humor,and can probably get any girl he wants because after all we’re both named Lucas."Lucas chuckles"well I’m not sure your logic is entirely sound there."the magician dumbfounded puts his hand up to cover his face in embarrassment and responds"very well mr embry since we are not the same person I will deduct everything about you from only what I can see so pull up a seat and make yourself comfortable."mr embry sits on a barstool as the magician examines him the audience waits in anticipation glued to their seats the magician states"you make 7 figures a year despite your fashion sense which is an old beaten down pair of Nike shoes a dat hat with a custom sports jersey."the magician laughs as the volunteer shrugs the magician continues"your also a man of great political standing a politician maybe not just a politician but a state senator,finally you have 3 kids triplets at that with your wife who is of course the woman sitting next to you but she doesn’t know that your still chewing Tobacco."I have no magical abilities allow me to demonstrate…"now how do I know you make seven figures a year is because those Nike shoes are the original pair Kevin bacon wore in footloose which auctioned for 3.2 million and the hat was babe Ruth’s from the 1929 series which went for 1.4 million.I recognized you as a politician from your handshake which involves the thumb over the top of the receivers wrist and you’re a mayor because your signet ring shows you are a man who votes with authority.finally you and all your rugrats were wearing the same journey I saw them over by the cotton candy machine earlier today."the entire crow cheers

Moe owed money big money to the mafia over 3,000,000 to be exact. Now he finally had it after he bet his half of the money he got from the heist on number 17 he won over 10,000,000 at the racetrack. his luck had finally changed.no more threats from the Don.no more broken shins,and bruises from the goons.he was safe and more importantly so was his family. he knew exactly what he would do with the rest.get his son a good college education so he wouldn’t end up like a deadbeat.buy his daughter and son in law their dream wedding,and all the rest would go to buying his wife expensive gifts and experiences because he knew she sacrificed more then he ever would. he was so excited he could barely grip the key to his house as he attempted to unlock the door.he couldn’t wait to see their faces beaming with hope. when he opened the door he thought a tornado came through but it was worse so much worse then a tornado a tornado named the Don. all his furniture was repoed,China ware chipped and scattered across the floor intermingling with the blood of his family. his daughter in her white wedding dress now stained with the red of her neck.his son whose eyes once reflected his wife soulfulness and love were lifeless like they were polished with the lacquer of death. when moe saw his wife his cry of anguish was so loud even God was moved to intervene but alas never did. moe was going to payback the Don with this money.but now he had a substitute for this conclusion he promised the Don would get packback as sure as his family had wings the Don was gonna get a pair as well

Dear diary something strange happened today and not like Cain killing able or people building a tower and then suddenly their all speaking different languages strange it was a good kinda strange so me and this guy named nimrod and yes that’s his real name. So we were working out a business deal where I would trade some hay from my business for some apples from his business and then i thought heck why don’t we cut out the middle man and just create a merger since we both sell horses anyway.he agreed,and then I just kinda reached my hand out I don’t know why I did it was just automatic,so he awkwardly grabs my hand and just starts bobbing my hand up and down with his or well actually it was more like shaking.yes a handshake that’s what I’ll call it!we handshook?

Stars embrace the sky The moon with praises to cry To the sun while it caresses the earth Why oh why oh why

John was a hard working man loyal to everybody around him to a fault.his only fault however was attempted murder when he witnessed his wife cheating on him with his best friend he hadn’t mean for his friend to die. He just remembered seeing his wife with his friend of 20 years it blinded him with rage.the irony of being put behind the very bars he would toss thugs and criminals into would make him spiral into a depression.in the midst of writing a letter his pen pal.he gazed down the hall and saw a man with a long stature being brought in by two prison guard.he thought to himself."wow how tall is he,he’s gotta be pushing at least 7 or 8 feet. Wait that was the same height as my pen pall is this the deacon I’ve been writing to,it can’t be he was a man of God a true acolyte,he wouldn’t harm a fly".the prison guards approach his cell and say "this is your new cell mate meet Jacob ronino." Johns face turned paler then glue,as his blood sank to his feet all he could utter was"Jacob ronino I’m John hardinger".A grin stretched across his face as he said"John,how nice to finally meet you,talking oughta be a lot easier now seeing as we don’t have to mail out the letters." He laughs a deep belied laugh John responds with disbelief"what are you doing here"? Jacob peers carefully at the guard as he locks the jail cell door and disappears around the corner.Jacob whispers with exasperation"I’m not supposed to be here I was framed you’re the only one I can trust my secret with"I didn’t murder that thief".

Journal entry 11,of exodus from earth.the year of our lord 3148 It was terrifying yet indescribable the view of earth from our crammed shuttle.just minutes ago we were bouncing around the rocket eating dried ice cream bars and cracking jokes.then Rod tells us to look out the window.what we saw next was unspeakable.dozens of meteors hitting our planet earth,millions of stars blinking from existence like a hand dampening a candle.the planets falling into the bleak vacuum of space.the sun slowly growing dimmer and dimmer,the great light,Helios,Freyr,what once lit up and powered an entire planet would eventually be drained.like every resource it would run out.when Dr lukhansenburg first invented solar fracking and drilled the first hole into the sun humanity got too greedy.and it would lead us to no choice but to find another thing to destroy.because that’s what humanity is,parasites of whatever planet we’re on

Evelyn,worked for the local library of Silverton Oregon.the library could be described in one word,boring.however Evelyn liked boring she liked simple,because she had the eyes of an artist.to her everything in the library contained hidden beauty,the notches of gothic inspiration in the stair railing to the lampposts scattered around each room like fireflies on a summer evening,to the bookshelves of cherry wood that scent of inspiration leaking from the books,she loved it.sorrowingly this love could never compare to the love of her fantasy based off her many years of reading.As she went about her day assisting visitors,refilling shelfs with books,and stopping every so often to dive her nose into dozens of Jane Austin books.she pondered the thought will I ever find love,perhaps someday,someday,one day however it found her.As she stood at the center desk pondering this thought,a tall blonde man,wearing rounded glasses,a green turtleneck and corduroy pants he made his way to the center desk.her eyes light up brighter then stars.he walked closer.her body felt like she touched a 20 volt battery.he rang the service bell.she tried to say how can I help you but the only word that left her lips was a croak akin to a frogs.he jeered at this.her face immediately turned so bright red,you’d think she was allergic to laughter.she turned away from him and with her back turned asked"how can I help you".he responded with"I’m sorry,I didn’t mean to laugh I just I was nervous talking to you.I was going to ask,Um,where,how do I,where do I put this book back,"she turned around and answered "what book is it" he answered"it’s "Emma" by Jane Austin"she gasped"I love that book,wait you didn’t happen to read pride and prejudice,he responded with only 15 times,she bragged"I personally read it 21 times,"is that true,bet you haven’t read the princess bride 34 times"she responded with "how old are you 17" he coyly answered old enough".he then jots his phone number on a bookmarker and hands it to her,she grabs the phone number with composure,and says “Jane Austin you said should be right this way".she leads him to the proper bookshelf and he returns the book his voice shakily asks"so doing anything this weekend".she responds with "I don’t know depends,you doing anything this weekend".she says flirtatiously.he responds with "i mean I was just gonna finish up a book I was writing" her curiosity is peaked"you write? He responds confidently "yeah my newest book is about this guy that meets this beautiful librarian only I don’t know how the next chapter goes is it a tragedy and she never sees him again,or do they go out to dancing,eat Italian food,and finish the night with reading the talented Mr Ripley only to fall asleep by the fire place" she responds with a bright wide smile that could put the moon to shame"I like the second ending more"."and what’s the name of the wonderful librarian.she responds with "Evelyn". They then part ways as he walks away he looks back at her one more time and her at him,she asks "what’s your name" he yells"nick"! She shushes him and mouths"nice to meet you nick" they turn back to each their separate ways as he exits the library he looks up at the sky and yells "Evelyn what a name"! She sees him from inside shakes her head and looks down at his number on the bookmarker and smiles with a dimple in her cheek"nick".

"I love you" he said as these were words choked by the beat of his heart."I love you despite the fact that you make me feel ignorant,call me every name in the book from gym rat to beef head,and use every possible chance to put me down with your sharp intellect and wit,just like you do with everybody else but I’m not everybody else because I know why you do it,we are the same you and I we put other people down to feel better about ourselves I use my brawn and you use your words,only I know why I did that, I just wanted to make them hurt the way I hurt for so many years,and I think you do the same thing you use your insults and one liners to take other people down a peg because somebody did the same thing to you."but we don’t have to do this" he said tears swelling in his eyes with desperation,we can only stop this pain we feel with the love for each. Her eyes glaze over with contempt with bitter objectivity she responds"I can’t love you".

Laughter echoed about the room Even dafter it would end soon However it only began to grew Larger and louder like a storm would brew

How does thunder transpire inside a comedy club High brow humor about a pub Easy going for the man who’s jokes are his job He kills with laughter and if that doesn’t work he carries a golf club