ReawakeningEnjoy the new pieces, let me know how you like them.
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The Black Crater The Black Crater The girl walked along a faint dirt path through the wasteland. Her red cloak shone like an incandescent ruby amidst the discolored, barren landscape around her. She was young, just barely past childhood. Hers was that brave age at the brink of young adulthood, where one understands the world around them but is not yet accustomed to seeing it. That age before the routine of life dulls our senses and our wit, before anyone has yet convinced us that we ought to be afraid of ourselves. No, she went aThe Black Crater
by ~TheDoodlesOfAMadman
A Dreary Morning A Dreary Morning It was a dreary, grey morning and John couldn't stand to be awake. He clutched his cup of coffee with both hands trying to steal away its warmth. It was always coldest in the mornings. That's when you could really feel the grip of winter getting stronger – autumn would not last much longer. John's head still hurt from waking up. It'd been like a siren of pain at first, when his alarm ripped him from his sleep and he stumbled out of bed. His temples and his forehead seemed to be trying to burrow themselA Dreary Morning
by ~TheDoodlesOfAMadman
MissilesMissiles "It's huge, Sir." "It sure is, boy." "How long do you figure we have before it makes its way over here, Sir?" "Couple of minutes at most." The young man sat in his chair, looking out the large window. Behind him, the older man stood with his back and shoulders straight, his chest puffed out. They were both entranced, never taking their eyes off what lay on the other side of the glass. They spoke without ever even glancing at one another, always staring forward. "A pity the missiles didn't work, Sir." "A pityMissiles
by ~TheDoodlesOfAMadman
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- Favourite band or musician: Too many to name; sometimes Jane's Addiction; sometimes Rush
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Techno, Bebop, anything that sounds good
- Favourite artist: Too many to name; sometimes Frank Miller; sometimes akashi Murakami
- Favourite poet or writer: Too many to name; sometimes Asimov; sometimes Vonnegut; sometimes Gaiman; sometimes Orwell
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Too tired to walk,
It was a long way from home.
The moon froze the night...
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
Nothing much, thirsting for comments or something. You?
me? oh, i fell in love, got engaged, have shaped the future unequivocally, stripped for someone, meditated on the cardinal purpose of my life, discovered said purpose, flowed against the grain, made love, lost love, found love, told secrets, bought happiness, gave in, gave up, gave myself, lost myself, layered myself, shared myself and emptied myself of regret. not bad for a day's work.
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
Comment on whatever you'd like if you'd like to, and if you don't, don't. There is no grain here, so flow whichever way you will.
I'll see about getting some of those things done this morning, I've had a very uneventful night. And yes, chicken butts are where it's at.
(isn't he a sweetie pie?)
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unknown command error: sleep
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