NordicTwin

Grief Overwhelms me like a tidalwave Comes crashing out of nowhere And pulls me Down Down Down Down To a place so dark I can no longer find my heart And the tears just Won't Stop. Loss Is even worse When you like me Have yet to lose When you see the sand running Hear the clocks ticking See the finish line And hear those bells ringing Gone Gone Gone Gone. You hold back You hold on You try to put on a brave face and Smile Smile Smile Smile But you find yourself cracking 'Cause it Hurts Hurts Hurts Hurts And you can do naught but keep trying. "It's not fair!" I want to scream "It's not time!" I want to plead But the clock is still ticking And

Maggie honestly felt like she was undergoing a case of serious deja-vu, when she was once again dragged to her cabin by a rather frazzled looking Claire, who has somehow managed to acquire a dress with a flowerprint and an odd-looking hat decorated with a strange symbol. "You can't seriously mean you got me three times in a row," she deadpans when the soulless gives her a look of absolute suffering. "Someone is rigging the draw, I just know it!" Was the murmured reply, before a strange red and white box got shoved into her arms. "A little backstory: I was on my way back to Port Balmona when a weird portal opened in front of me and the bigge

Moonlight - The Night Shift's Lullaby: The sails hang heavy, high above The ocean pulls the ship. And many a sailor bold Into his cabin goes. Seeks out a hammock, finds his rest Lays down his tired soul. And wanders off to dreams of land, to dreams of sand Of lover sweet, and plenty rum Of merry dance and golden halls. But at sundown We wake - our bodies fresh and strong The Night Shift keeps watch Sees only moon and never sun. Our eyes know only darkness Knows only glittering blue. We remember day, but miss it not We miss the heat, but remember not the feel of the sun. We Watch. We Watch. We Watch. The Wonders we guard, the Terrors we fig

My job is... interesting, to say the least. I mean, it pays well, but it certainly wasn't what I expected I'd end up doing with my life, that's for sure. I always imagined that I'd be an ordinary guy for the rest of my life. You know, the old routine. Get an education, get a decent job, get married and maybe have a few kids, then get retired and live the rest of my life doing whatever the hell I wanted until death took me from the world. Never, ever, in my life, did I imagine that I'd end up being someone's butler of all things. Or, well, maybe "butler" isn't the best choice of words. It sounds a little too archaic. Officially, my job is t

"Here. Thank you!" Claire's view of her paperwork was disturbed by the appearance of a little red pouch tied with a golden bow. She looked up, confused and was met with the sight of her young charge, Pianissimo, standing in front of her desk as she smiled shyly. "What do we have here?" She asked, picking up the pouch carefully to examine it. Pianissimo looked around, her expression nervous. "It's a present, Medama... for you! Mastotes Argon helped me pick it out in the marketplace a town over..." Claire tilted her head to the side. Curious, she unraveled the bow and looked into the pouch. "Oh..." she whispered, lifting out a silver locke

The stars looked down upon the Earth And mourned at its bleakness. The moon looked down upon the Earth And mourned at its silence. Saddened, the stars decided To bring colours to the Earth to give it life. Saddened, the moon decided To bring sound to the Earth to give it voice. And so the stars picked a seed And planted it on the edge of the horizon. And so the moon picked a seed And planted it in the centre of the world. From that seed, the stars gave birth to a girl With hair like the changing sky and the universe in her eyes. From that seed, the moon gave birth to a boy With voice like the wind and the Earth in his heart. The stars

"Well, if it isn't our favorite co-captain! Good evening, Diego, Pepito, funny seeing you here!" "Stay away from me, demon! I am not getting near the ship until every trace of that horrid plant is off the ship!" "Awww, that harsh. I just want you to do me a little favor, that's all". "Why should I do you a favor?" "Because it'll make Maggie happy? Or I hope it will, at least. It's for her secret santa - I got her again, you see". ".......what kind of favor are we talking about, here?" "Just distract her for a few hours, please. Get her out of her cabin - maybe get Aurath in on it, too, if you have trouble with that, though I think she's

"Deck the ship with lights and glitter! Falalalala-lalalala~ 'Tis the season, don't be bitter! Falalalala-lalalala~ Hang we high, this glorious day! Falala-lalala-lalala~ Mistletoe from ev'ry doorway! Falalalala-lalalala~" Claire flitted around the ship with Truth, the merry little tune whispered from her in-between maniacal giggles, a big basket filled with mistletoe held between them. At every doorway, they stopped and tied a sprig (or ten) to conveniently placed nails hammered into the wood. "Maggie-pie will hate us for this! Falalalala-lalalala~ Aurath won't, and soon they shall kiss! Falalalala-lalalala~ Maybe Llo and Neil, we will ge

Honey, she's a tempest Just look at her go. Cutting through the crowds Kicking ass, taking names. Ain't got time for your silly games Sonny-boy, get your head out of the clouds. 'Cause she's a tempest. Honey, she's a tempest. See her walking, see her smile. There's one lady who knows the rules. See them follow her, see them beg her to stay 'while. But goddesses just don't have time for those kinds of fools. Nah, look at her eyes, not the pretty face. You'll see a storm in her heart and thunder in her voice. And I reckon you'd wanna give chase. But boy, listen to me, you don't wanna make that choice. 'Cause honey, she's a tempest Just look a