RosenvingeAs we float I see it The difference in our faces That tells all the difference in us. The best of us saunter Downcast Doom-Ridden We know that damnation is at hand. The worst of us dance Cheerful Sky-High They feel only joy and triumph, A phantom victory, Where the greatest watch Hidden in the shadows Unseen, unheard, unheeded, Unrewarded and scorned As the skim The flawed Are raised in immaculate light On the highest pedestal Encrusted with Pyrite and Cubic Zirconium Never realizing the truth Only baskingRosenvinge
Taggart's Closed Cases - 1Sweet CharityTaggart's Closed Cases - 1
Bang!
The revolver kicked back in her hand.
Bang!
The gun kicked again, rocking her wrists back a few inches. Nevertheless, the first bullet met the second one. She closed one eye, and aimed; her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth.
Bang!
The third bullet crashed into the other two, shearing the metal aside as it tore through the target straight to the wall. Fibers splashed after it, dancing on the speeding current of air, invisible to the human eye. Only when they formed together into the fine mist that j
The Last Pellage - PreviewThe warm breeze soothed the line of clamoring people, blowing away the dust that had been kicked up and around by their many beasts of burden. The line stretched back from the gates of Tyle City for a full quarter mile where, at the very back of it, a young man atop a warhorse presumably his was cursing himself for having worn all black. His hair was a shining mass of sweaty charcoal strands that clung to his head, coming down just above eye level. The eyes themselves were abnormally devoid of hue, as if two onyxes had been set where sapphires or emeralds should be. Through those eyes the rider glared out at the line ahead with a resigned annThe Last Pellage - Preview
ToK Character Pages - JalnerThe darkness swirled about him as he sat, contemplating the miseries of the world. The marble throne beneath him was cold and hard, what use was comfort when instead you could inspire fear? From his dais he looked down upon the group assembled before him. Generals, assassins, leaders of unimportant rank; all of them were merely pawns in the realm of his desires. In particular the one desire paramount to all others. The one that focused his every waking moment into a hollow torrent of rage and obsession.ToK Character Pages - Jalner
The young mage and her friends. He would see them dead yet, and then there would be nothing left to oppose him.
Perpetual MotionPerpetual motion never stops constantly whirling and twirling in a never ending circle Forever and ever it moves Until friction erodes the paint away A squeak cues the beginning as the metal gets thinner and thinner until it falls off its stand never to move againPerpetual Motion
NaNoWriMo
Screwed
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If it's cloudy with a chance of meatballs, then why aren't the clouds reddish brown?
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The square root of Pi is 1.772453850905516027298167483341. Roughly.
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If the world is a stage and the people are the players, then who is the lead?
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The square root of Pi is 1.772453850905516027298167483341. Roughly.
I dun have photoshoooppp..... TT___TT
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If the world is a stage and the people are the players, then who is the lead?
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The square root of Pi is 1.772453850905516027298167483341. Roughly.
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If the world is a stage and the people are the players, then who is the lead?
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Manshark will save us.
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