Death of a Hero

death of a hero i know this is the end for me. two arrows through my chest, and the bubbling in my breath is the truth of that. i was ambushed along with my group.

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angels of death

Angels of death hear my call and release me from my life.

A Forest Like Death

He waited a second and replied, "this forest is like death." he stared at the man for a moment, turned around, and started for the trees. without turning his head, the boy whispered, "i'm free."**

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There is No Death Above

There is no end to glory; there is no end to love; there is no end to being; there is no death above. there is no end to glory; there is no end to love; there is no end to being; there is no death above.

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The death of me

I cannot hold back anymore, you have won, these three little words will be the death of me.

Death Kiss 4

#4 of death kiss chapter. 4 i put the kettle on than i sit on a chair by the kitchen table my long legs out stretched underneath it. i sigh as i know i have to start working around the house than i smile as i hear the shower turn on.

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A Patient Death 06: Wail of the North

It seemed he was making impossible demands of them, chasing a fanciful notion of soldiers that were at least armed before being marched to their deaths.

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The Traveler's Mile

Derp the man walks the lonely mile though he's buried six feet under he will be here for a while his death is no peaceful slumber the poor soul's life is said and done his friends and family payed respects the road ahead is not fun for many

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Death Site Prelude

Despite all of this death, despite that so many of us who remain once shared a common way, we have continued to act as the world before us has. i now have seen that pride fades when those you stood apart from are gone.

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Escape From Death

Both of them looked in front of them, and they took off into a dead sprint. a ladder up to the surface! where they could deal with what was behind them.

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The Birth of the White Death

They muttered to themselves asking what it was, only to be turned to and be told "its white death, that's what it is." the beaten elf sat there on the ground, humiliated and broken.

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