- Last seen on Mar 26 3:34 PM 2006. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I have 2 comments, 59 poems, 5 stories
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In the hour of his death the old mage Readfrea foresaw his own demise and called his five apprentices to him. Readfrea owned six magical tomes, all containing unique powers and
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The desolate withered gardens used to attract me as a child. I’d creep behind the screen created by dead foliage twined round the rusty iron fence. Alone I sat in the shade of1300 words, 2 comments, November 10, 2004. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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The rain beat heavily upon the coach and I had been forced to raise the cowl of my cloak against the onslaught of the howling gale. The horses were drenched, still trotting on.300 words, 2 comments, August 21, 2004. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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The night air was crisp as I sat, swaying with the movement of the coach of which I had gained company. They had picked me up around the last village. I had befriended the driv500 words, 2 comments, August 21, 2004. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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I once saw a man who was looking down
He sat there with a pout and a frown -
A wanderer, Gastscima, a man who liked to roam.
He'd carve himself a path through the English country loam. -
The wind blows through my hair,
the dust rolls across the ground.
