The Worst "Chosen One" Ever.“Open the gates!” Cried Hearas, the pennant on his lance snapping in the breeze. “I have travelled through the fiery wastes of Semii, toiled across the jagged mountains of Karth and slain the Guardian of the Crystal! I bear The Sword of The Ancients and carry the Stone of Hyland. I hearby claim this castle and the surrounding lands as my birthright!” Hearas waited, his piercing blue eyes scanning the mighty oaken gates and the towering battlements above. His long blond hair streamed behind him whilst sunlight glinted off his battle-scarred armour. “Piss off!” Yelled a petulant voice. Hearas was quiet for a momentThe Worst "Chosen One" Ever.
The Final CurtainEmpty dreamers, restless shades, Drifting in and out of time. Cut to ribbons on gossamer blades, Bleeding gentle mists of wine.The Final Curtain
A taste, a scent, a brief sensation; All these things do but distract From our endless sublimation Of desires we never shall enact.
So take a bow, take a breath, Take whatever you have left. Sing your encore, Dance off the stage, Read aloud the final page, Let them know that you were here; And done at last, let the curtain drop, Let sense depart, without fear.
Hidden Minds Scenes Serena rolled off Kiranesh on to her back and lay still and cool as before, whilst the prince, drenched in sweat, propped himself up on one elbow to look at her with slightly dazed eyes. “Did they teach you that in the Academy as well?” He asked quietly, his breathing laboured. “Yes.” She stared blankly at the ceiling as she spoke and he shivered at her sudden cold resemblance to a corpse. “They teach us everything which can be used to ensnare and confound others.” Kiranesh reached out and turned her head to face him. He prided hiHidden Minds Scenes
Writers' BlockI try to write with heart and emotion And all that comes out is Words. No writer's soul laid bare on a page, Just letters and the gaps between.Writers' Block
What point could I make That they don't already know? What cry could I scream That hasn't been heard before?
A hundred voices, A thousand, A hundred thousand, All more eloquent than mine, Have spoken all my thoughts aloud.
Leaving me with nothing left to say.
Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy
-Ark
Daaannnn! Daaaaannnnnnnnn! Can ya hear me?
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Kissiah
"Don't ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive." - Harold Thurman Whitman
Tommorrow I will get myself back up to speed n'stuff - speak to you soon!
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Kissiah
"Don't ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive." - Harold Thurman Whitman
What do I consider rude? Hmmm... nope, no clues - you and Ark will just have to surprise me.
Reverend Dan was a man from Beijing
Who invented a jack off machine
He put his prick in it
Done a thousand beats a minute
And turned his poor balls to cream
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Kissiah
"Don't ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive." - Harold Thurman Whitman
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