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Dungeon My soul utters cries of Melusine, I try to break the spear my despair, No Byzantine quarrels, Although we might think so. Great cleric beings, I'm not, notwithstanding, I regret that the time of the poets ends, The world of the day, mocking it like the Alcoran, This leading himself has an end! Poetry, expressing the deep of our emotions, As forget, No longer using a shield as protection, But ramparts surmounted by echoes, abject! Domina Hominem

Holiday Challenge Hey here is a nice change for the holidays~ Take 3 characters ONLY 3 from the same place and put them in one of these: Lost in a forest. On a falling plane with no other passengers or crew. One gets sick and dying. Trapped in a building surrounded by snow and ice. Its up to you what they do~ make it however you want. I will pick out my favorites and feature them.

AN: I did see INSIDE OUT just recently and I just loved it. I am going to try my best to work on this. This is a crossover of Inside Out and Rise of the Guardians. This will take place inside Colleen's head during her time in basic training. I'd like to make it a short story of this. I'm going to try to stay true to the movie as possible. This chapter is going to be edited so reader beware of heavy construction ahead. Have you ever looked at a person and wondered... What is going on inside their head? The young cadet had just arrived at Fort Leonard Wood, SC. The four emotions: Joy, Sadness, Anger, Disgust, and Fear watched the monitor as 18

This is the order of things that David Harken loved: 1) Himself 2) His job 3) His cat 4) His wife, Rhonda 5) His daughter, Caylee There were more pictures of his cat and himself in the house than his wife and his daughter. As far as his daughter, she was nonexistent in Harken's life. A few days after his wedding, an ex-girlfriend from high school, Nora Leeds, tracked him down and said he fathered her five-year-old child. She began to demand child support, threatening to take him to court and telling his new wife about them. He never wanted children. Now this bitch showed up with a child. Fuck Nora! He would make her go away… And he did

Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms that were the worst of two neighbors. The human lands were ruled by a wicked king named Pitchiner Black. Filled with hatred and jealousy of the wealth and beauty of the neighboring kingdom, he created falsehoods against the Fair Folk, declaring them to be demons. This lead to their persecution by the humans; the larger fairies were subjected to torture and enslavement. The King would hunt most of them, cutting off their prized possession to keep as trophies: their wings. He would encourage his subjects to wear iron jewelry since it was the fairies only weakness. The larger fairies that had lost their

 He sits alone, squatly as a sea of susurration surges past, Squally, then mellow; beating, then yielding,   Static-wrapped squawking melds with merry banter, A discontented infant wails in tune to a grandpa’s snores, A harried mother babbles and pleads, unmindful of the preacher’s rant, A deluge of sounds that engulfs, pulsates, tickling ossicles in its path, Yet he sits, unperturbed by the toss of the waves, Lapped in the serenity of solitude, wreathing in the clarity of hindsight,   Even as transient walls of sound like toddlers rise looming, Crash into little shards, lap against his base, calling, Seducing-like the sirens&#

The people of this town were just waiting to die. That was Maggie’s favourite thing about it, there was always business. Her husband used to go out at night and dig up someone who wouldn’t be missed. He’d have the body on the table in the basement before midnight. Maggie would strip the corpse of its clothing and its valuables. The clothes would be washed and resold, the valuables pawned off or kept depending on her mood. Her husband would clean the body up and just as the very first rays of light were creeping over the horizon, a man with a cart would come by and take them away. It was a good living. Maggie and her husband

there’s this picture of some rooftops in new york and over the rooftops there’s this rainbow like a question mark lying on its side like it’s not even sure that it should be a rainbow, it’s like when you exhale by accident really softly on birthday candles and the flames ripple a little and everyone thinks you made your wish even though it was just a mistake, it’s a rainbow like that, like it happened by mistake and the picture reminds me of this one day when i was looking out the window of ms. azeglio’s office when i was fifteen as she talked on and on without saying anything, talked about fixing me i wat