The Lock - Early Short Story Attempt
"private narse, li150, sir." narse stammered. "all right narse just relax and remember you basic training. this is a simple mission.
Memory
#2 of poetry when i had heard that narse's mate athus had passed way, i felt terrible for his loss. i personally did not know him. i know that he was a major influence.
The Testing Chamber
_ _~oh, and if you didn't read my latest journal: me and narse are doing an art/story trade. _