Finally...“Oh how the mighty fall.” The man grinned as he gazed down as his recent victim. “Look at you and you thought you were invincible.” He laughed manically and kicked his victim on the side. His victim grunted in pain but said nothing else; she only gazed up at him with hatred burning in her eyes. He shifted, allowing his victim to see his face. He had dark brown hair with a pair of orange-tinted sunglasses upon his head. He gazed down at his victim with cold hazel eyes.Finally...
“Ace, you bastard.” The victim choked out. Ace reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, he lit it and
Hunger.Hunger. Hunger clawed at her as she sat alone, at the bottom of a large stone well. As she reminisced on the previous events she felt tears prickled at the corner of her eyes. She was so hungry. So very hungry. She sniffled softly as her tears fell, rolling down her dirty cheeks. She reached up with a wet arm sleeve to wipe them away. Her body never did stop shaking, the water she was sitting in was cold. The sun was slowly descending, filling the well with darkness. Her small body shook even more when she realized that she would be in compete darkness soon. She was scared of the dark. Afraid of the monsters, the voices.Hunger.
“Mo
The Ashes of ChicagoNero Raniero Kardos. That was the name etched into the black vest-like chest armor of a creature one could barely name “man”. His entire body was covered with the same black armor that was separated in pieces to permit moment but protect him all the same. His gloved hands gripped a small worn photograph; the picture captured the beauty of the morning sun hitting the trees of a forest. The man was sitting still upon his perch at the roof of a tall corporate building until he stood at his full height of seven feet. The boots he wore made a dull thud that echoed loudly through the dark and empty city of Chicago. He opened one of the maThe Ashes of Chicago
A Foreboding of DeathIts black wings were spread. The curtain of Death cried with a “Caw!” Eyes of hatred gazed upon its spectators. Stories of life and death chiseled upon their ghastly white faces. All are mute, blind and deaf.A Foreboding of Death
The brilliant stars winked, The Moon smiled, And the ominous wind blew.
A large beautiful woman stood tall upon Death. Her arms spread about in a motherly fashion. Her hair elegantly floated down touching the earth. She forever stayed bent over, to protect her children from the betraying sky. Everything comes to an end.
An angry m
Noir's PlightNoir’s Plight (Courtney Charpentier) The Obscurum Realm was as it was so named; dark. Filled with the shadow in which they thrived, the Obscurum lived on bare necessity. They didn’t eat, drink, or breathe, merely gliding through life in a sleepless existence, for they were only shadows.Noir's Plight
However, when traveling, they do sleep. If they so chose to leave the Realm—either by board or by night—they “slept” during the day in stationary shadows, unmoving.
This is how some of the Obscurum came to Gabhow and the village in the Myriads, called Leona. And this is how I found Noir.
FamJamBloody Roses. “Don’t worry, Father,” said my son, smiling benevolently as he always did. “It will all blow over eventually.” “When I kill her and bury her in her backyard,” I said, cupping my mug with my hands to keep them from some form of violence. “Oh dear, Dad, not the backyard. She’ll soil my azaleas You know how hard I worked back there.” “…Why would your azaleas be in her backyard?” I asked, more out of curiosity, though I was a bit suspicious at this point. “…Have you been seeing her behind our backs? And here you were,FamJam
I never stop surprising myself.
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"thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox. they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe."
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There is nothing that could possibly be more important to you than what I'm about to tell you.
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Of all of the things I need to say, all of these words are in my way.
My Music:[link]
My Life:[link]
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Of all of the things I need to say, all of these words are in my way.
My Music:[link]
My Life:[link]
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Of all of the things I need to say, all of these words are in my way.
My Music:[link]
My Life:[link]
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