poem 1
I see the world more vividly because i am harvesting the days for you. oddities, marvels- something beautiful, something strange. i collect them for you. and, sharing them, discover them anew.
Chapter 2
I stood at the door, still trying to understand his cryptic answer. "Who I am?" I asked. He nodded slowly and said, "You are one of us," He stood there for a moment before asking, "May I come in?" "Sure," I answered. I don't know why I let him in, as...
Vault Hunters Pt. 2
Don't slag people feel more of an affect from other shots and explosives?" ""yes, but you didn't have to sell your old gun for it." "then who else is going to use the slag then? you?" "well... um... no, i won't touch that stuff."
Making Tracks (full version)
The more i listened, the more i learned - the creature had a two-toned voice, and its vocalizations were incredibly well-structured, even more so than the songs of the birds of the forest.
Making Tracks (edited version)
The more i listened, the more i learned - the creature had a two-toned voice, and its vocalizations were incredibly well-structured, even more so than the songs of the birds of the forest.
Bunny Oddessy : Hair of the Shaman
Though most of the journeys way became gentler between the two of us, ever becoming more interested in the sickness you may be haveing. "did you check any other part of the head", nodding no .."
An experiment gone wrong? Part 1
Your eyes were darting around wildly, mind racing, as you suddenly felt more pain then you ever have in your life. it wasn't long before you couldn't handle it and you black out.
An experiment gone wrong? Part 2
You take your two index fingers pressing them together, looking down at the floor as the red in you cheeks deepen a little more.
Ode to the Pirate Queen Jezebel
Twice a year they came, the cat finding the nameless town pleasant for more reasons than one, being safe as well as providing good company. her edge on sea slipped, though, each raid was more of a chore and her crew started getting hurt.
NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE
**no more, no more, no more** no more, no more, no more, i beg for this torture to end my final notes i have penned. those who held me close i have betrayed our ties have been stretched and frayed.
Bishop
Whoever you are, i hope you enjoy this story. it's my first, and i plan to make more. comments are highly appreeciated! * * * part one the problem with stories like this is that you can never figure out the perfect theatrical way to begin them...
No More
No more crushed beneath the hells of life cold dark pains become your strife, a gentle breeze tears your skin voices scream from deep within. stabbing you with utmost force your girlfriend cries "loved no more."