- Last seen on Jul 29 11:47 PM. Member since March 25, 2006.
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3200 words, May 27, 2006. In Fantasy
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Terzin stood on the north end of the ship. Draped in a dark tunic, and a black, hooded cloak. His sapphire eyes studied the water, like a hawk gazing at the ground for an unluc1000 words, 2 comments, December 31, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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The next morning, Arden was woken up by a hard tap on the shoulder. He opened his eyes, and saw Istfael standing above him. He spoke.
“Arden, we have arrived in Saryn, we ac1400 words, 3 comments, December 23, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy -
When Arden awoke, he felt refreshed. His dreams the night before were pleasant. The ship swayed back and forth, and he looked over at Istfael. The elf slept with a grin on his2400 words, 3 comments, December 20, 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Fantasy
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Where do you stand when the fabric of reality, of time has been cut and sewn into something new? When physics lose their definition, and gravity is inverted. Where can you look when the sun fades out, and the skies become nig<100 words, 1 comment, January 20
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Today I woke up. Vibrations and sounds. A stirring down. My math wasn't right, and now I lay. There was no hand in mine when I walked. When I heard, when I spoke, when I felt. Like drops from the sky, they fell. Numbers and l<100 words, 1 comment, January 20
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I'm a nihilist. But you bring meaning. I am a facist. But you bring calm. The bells sound, and the water splashed, pathways were formed and reformed. Conciousness upon conciousness overlapping, submerging, ascending and ceasi<100 words, 1 comment, January 20
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Where do you stand when the fabric of reality, of time has been cut and sewn into something new? When physics lose their definition, and gravity is inverted. Where can you look when the sun fades out, and the skies become nig - Vibrations and Sounds at allpoetry
Today I woke up. Vibrations and sounds. A stirring down. My math wasn't right, and now I lay. There was no hand in mine when I walked. When I heard, when I spoke, when I felt. Like drops from the sky, they fell. Numbers and l - Underwater Dandelion at allpoetry
I'm a nihilist. But you bring meaning. I am a facist. But you bring calm. The bells sound, and the water splashed, pathways were formed and reformed. Conciousness upon conciousness overlapping, submerging, ascending and ceasi
