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The WriterHe stares at the empty page on the screen that begs him to fill it with words. Begs him to find a way to enchant and enthrall and reflect on the nature of living. To reflect on natures of love, life, hate, humor, rumor, rampant sexuality.
All art comes from demons.
How does he draw in a reader? How does he not get bored halfway through and call it quits? how to make sure the reader won't? How does he make this work into a work of art? How does he imprint his name on it?
All art comes from demons, he thinks again.
What demons? He never grew up in the slums. He never had to wonder if he would die coming home. He worried about monsters under the bed and skeletons in the closet as he grew up.
But, all art comes from demons.
What did he have to worry about? His parents? They divorced when he was twelve. They lavished him, trying to win his affection over the other parent. The bitterness in those gifts was staggering.
All art... comes from demons.
He remembers it now. The one toy he always w
WaltzA white and brown-tailed falcon flew through light-falling snow, soaring close to a stone tower of a tall castle. A gold band attached to its right leg glowed a soft blue for a fleeting moment, and the falcon darted off to the left at the last moment, cutting through the air with grace normally unseen in this sort of weather.
Down on the cold, snowy earth below, the young, elvish king of the land watched the falcon fly through the air, unblinking eyes stinging a bit from the cold. The king, an elf in his mid-twenties, was dressed rather modestly for a man of his stature and the weather of his land. A white cotton shirt showing in the opening of his jacket, laced with navy blue silk on the interior, and what appeared to be printed cotton in a soft tan color with a traditional leaf-like pattern sewn into the fabric. Draped on his shoulder and buckled on his collarbone was dark cerulean cape that fell to just above his heels. White pants completing the ensemble were joined by a silver rin
Health KickMotherfucker. There, I said it. Motherfucker. I just can't believe I'm going back to Mom's for the Christmas season again. I swore to myself up and down last year that I wouldn't, and here I am again. Crammed in the backseat of this little tiny-ass Ford Taurus, driving four hours to go to a little tiny-ass house.
What? Rob asks me. He doesn't even look back, but that doesn't surprise me. My brothers don't really talk that much. I bet he thinks it's just to break that awkward silence that we've had for the last ten minutes. I dunno, man, I say back. I just really wish I didn't have to deal with Dad this year.
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I think we're lost, Cream said, tracing her eyes slowly across the murky and dark landscape that laid out before the both of them. Every one of their senses was encapsulated with at least some sense of disgust in the swamp, the sights, sounds, and smells not helping relieve the tension that was held around them. A slow churn of deep mud and sand underneath what little solid ground there was filled Cream's ears as she tentatively awaited for her friend to reply. The possibility of pursuit by Darth Kryon weighed heavily on Rouge's mind as she stared at the moving ground beneath her. The bat hadn't remembered coming this way before. In her haste, she had likely made a few wrong turns.
Yeah, she began. I don't rec
Shin held the sword's hilt with his right hand, the single-edged blade resting in a small divot in the blood-soaked earth from its weight, standing still for the moment to catch his breath as the conflict in front of him raged on. The body of his fallen opponent laid strewn out before him with a massive slash wound to the neck. The invaders were unknowns, an army that had appeared like rolling fog on a moor, a surprise attack that had left the army of the Middle Ground virtually no chance to prepare. That being said, the wave of bodies was being driven back whence they came by the relentless, dogged persistence of those they attacked.
Shin was one of them. An orange fox, Sir Kerron, one of the knights of the Middle Ground, at first appeared to be dressed for anything but combat, with a tan baseball cap resting backwards on his head over a pair of glasses for his eyes. Complete with a green T-shirt, blue denim jeans and sneakers, he would appear to be a random peasant called
The observatory sparkled from within with the buzzing of activity, the night sky being studied with every inch of detail. The mages there observed the night sky with little sense of wonder or mystery, many of them having seen it all before. Papers and pads were laid out on tables all around the room's perimeter, pencils and pens moving at miles a minute to record what they saw before it was all too late. The stars, after all, waited for none of the men that seek to study them.
Anna was a bit unused to all of this commotion over the stars. But then again, she'd never been in the observatory of the institute before, and found the experience to be one far different than what she did as a little girl. She could recall, rather vividly, the feel of the cool grass against her hair and the tips of her ears as she laid down in a field with her parents, gazing skyward into the night sky. The moon, one night, was so very bright that it made her eyes hurt, like she was staring into the midday sun
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