The Dawn of the Veiled God

There in that vast, swirling pit were the insane, rambling voices given hideous form before her very eyes. for countless ages had they slumbered there, doomed never to rot, to die, to dream - and they were rising.

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The Art of Caring for Horns

Tobias knew that his father had a tendency to ramble on and reminisce, which always bemused the young pronghorn.

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The Art of Caring for Horns

Tobias knew that his father had a tendency to ramble on and reminisce, which always bemused the young pronghorn.

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Summer in the City - Chapter 3 - The WALK

Alex rambled. 'you know, you are a little annoying' ty said directly and blunt. alex lowers his head and his voice lowers 'yea, many people say that.'

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Commentary on the Apocalypse

I ramble on even now, as time grows short for those who are left.

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The Shadowed Canvas (Short Story.)

A shuffle, driving next to him and on the ceiling above. the rambles of the insane filled the rooms around him, bouncing of walls and entering his mind. breathing slowly, a scent drove into him; blood, and a lot of it.

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Eeveelutions of Time: Chapter #1

His white mane just barely grazed above the ground as he rambled around. he had no specific destination-as the bright, gray light shined a path for him to follow.

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Daffodil Yellow

We were rambling." "i never realize i'm rambling," he admitted, "around you. not until i stop to take a breath." "i like your words. so ... ramble away," she told him. "anyway, it'll be okay," she said.

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vent writing

Darkness,dispair. idiotic writing and rambles when all is lost and all hope is dead. raise you head and fake it trough the pain and sorrows. only a small light shines though this dirty old soul and the depths within drowning in all the tears

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Writing Tips vol. 4

I hope a grain of something useful trickles through from my random ramblings. as always, have fun in your writings!

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Back...

rambling reasoning - 72. - back...

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One Week to Change: Chapter 2

But if it wasn't actually something that needed addressing, he would ramble on for what i could only assume would be hours. either way, it wasn't worth my time. i stared blankly into the cream coloured wall once more.

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