Back to the Books I GoTime to start another day.Back to the Books I Go by Canine-Lupus
Vinyl blinds reveal a concrete jungle.
Workers are lined outside the temp agency
Looking to feast on society's discarded scraps.
A minefield of discarded dog droppings
Waits patiently for a friendly sole.
With a repugnant sigh, I drag my bare feet
Towards the monolith cradled atop my wooden desk.
Back to the books I go.
Gotta grab a few things for dinner.
The supermarket seems much more appealing today
Compared to the dilapidated bodega standing vigil.
I blitz past the Greek yogurt,
Briefly consider the spicy garlic sauce
Then decide otherwise.
Goya black beans, 4 cans for $3.
Now we're talking.
Dad's finally back.
The double shift leaves him with a languid smile.
I wonder if I'll adorn the same expression someday:
Faded hope smeared with lofty expectations.
That's how things have always been right?
Never mind that.
Gotta reheat his meal.
Everyone else is resting now.
Where the hell is that light switch?
There's still so much to do.
Warriors of the Nation IntroBeams of light radiated down on the battle-worn warriors from a sun peaking at its zenith. TheirWarriors of the Nation Intro by Canine-Lupus
pursuit of the nameless assassin who had slain their lord was the only object of desire within their
souls. They ran upon courage, honor, and vengeance. Caked in mud spread across their leather
chaps and reinforced metal tunics from long days of travel on the backroads of the Eldrinian forest
left the two heralds of justice weary and stagnant with sweat and grime. A break was needed, if only
to provide some respite from the overbearing responsibility that now laid on their shoulders.
Their fur was matted and coarse with dirt and grass clinging strongly to their coats from the high
levels of humidity in the air. They could only breathe in uneven, broken pants as they climbed the
steep hillside. The polished metal of their runic cuffs and leg braces were dull with wear. Any
passerby now would mistake the two highest members of the Protectorate for mere merchant
guards, or worse, peasants of t
The Problem KidThere was a deep, terrible longing in his heart to find someone that would understand. YearsThe Problem Kid by Canine-Lupus
had passed, and seasons changed in his never ending search. He was growing to believe other people
were just too consumed in their own sense of normalcy to care. The windows of their minds too opaque
and close-minded to be inclusive of him. How could he even blame them? It's not exactly often you find
someone so utterly distanced from the vast majority of mankind. And it wasn't even his fault to boot!
Guess that's what you get for being a little different. Moment upon moment of exclusion, and a lifetime of
desperate wondering. He would have to bide his time, hide his tears, and keep his eyes open for even
the faintest glimmer of hope. For now, all he is is but an obscure shadow in this cold, obsidian world;
trust a scarce and valued resource. But maybe things could be different here. That seems to be the only
thing keeping him going nowadays.
The fire glowed with an almost carnivorous passion a
My father has been a custodial worker for the New York City court system for over 15 years now. To me, he's always been the bodily incarnate of the word “endurance”. Even after suffering through two strokes and other health issues, he is adamant about continuing to work as long as it's necessary to help make sure my family has its basic necessities. His attitude to setbacks has been truly inspiring for me growing up. As tired as he can be from the frequent double shifts he works, he's still able to come home and smile when he sees my mom and I. He has never forgotten to be grateful for what we have today which may not be there tomorrow. My mother has been my biggest supporter in my academics, always making sure that I've had the appropriate resources available to do my best in school.
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