Never Alone (Poem)
--This was a poem I wrote quite some time ago. I was in a rather iffy mood when I wrote this - took about 15 minutes-- Some hate loneliness Some crave it. Some desire it. Some require it. Some are never alone Sometimes, they keep sides of...
No One Dossier: S-Zero
**history:** like r3 and t13, s-zero is considered one of the 'first' no ones but is the middle child of the trio. (reality came first, followed by space and then time).
No One Dossier: R3
The empty throne is a single chamber somewhere in naught where all the no ones congregate and is supposedly the seat of power for the most powerful no one, ex the existent. **signature weapon:** r3 no defining signature weapon.
No One Dossier: H2
They enlisted the help of the no ones to help destroy their reality so they could start anew. the community h2 lived in attempted to sacrifice the boy to appease their gods.
Les Citrus, Pt. I
Les Citrus (I) * * * Pallor from the coming squall, that chills you to the bone; we tended the fields for Fall, to bring food back home. Too bitter to stand up, the ground weighs you down, with memories of a cup, you had filled with a...
Fullhearts eve
She wiped her eyes on her already damp pillow, there was no use crying, no-one would care. all of a sudden, there was a knock at the door, followed by a quiet voice. "cynder? are you in?"
NM #6 ~ Hot
"sure, if it's no trouble." he said meekly, slouching at the table.
The Dragonslayer's Quest
no one called him sir swineherd any more. slaying seven dragons in thirteen years tended to quell pejoratives. that he was kind and charitable, to a fault, with peasant and nobility alike, winnowed out many of his detractors in short order.
NM #7 ~ Gone
As she walked through to the kitchen, no light filtered in from the adjacent rooms either. she flicked on one of the smaller kitchen lights, squinting and blinking as her vision adjusted.
NM #4 ~ Trying
"no..." niv answered, deflated. he heard the fridge door close, some plastic rustling, and then mela returned carrying bottles in one hand and cold sandwiches in the other.
A little poem
Just a little something i thought of while walking home one, two. he feels so blue. three, four. she fought in the war. five, six. he's beaten with sticks. seven, eight. he fears it's too late.
~~~The Lonely Gloom~~~
~k~ just a pome we made about when we lost some one ~n~for a while we where in a dark place and where heart broken ~k~then we made some friends here and they made us feel better ^no act of kindness no matter how small is ever wasted^ ~n~ we sit here alone
Rails of Ice: Part One
"you can count on me" \*\*\*\*\* end of part one