the end of days

He shoved the door open and walked out into the road. "shadow?" he asked. the two figures stepped into the light. it was shadow alright...but much older. blitz was with him. "what is going on here?

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Marching songs #2

That road dirty dusty road hey look a \_\_\_\_ !

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Crossing the Rubicon 5

I thought about the coffee shops in the city, and i thought about how odd it was to find myself on a road trip, sleeping on the floor of a house in new jersey, on my way to who-knew-what-all. i thought about those who were chasing after us.

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Crossing the Rubicon 10

The church was at least one hundred years old. Ornate, made of brick and stone, the tall, old church rose up towards the sky. On top, a bell tower perched like something out of the Middle Ages. The bell had not been rung in decades. Behind the...

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For the Road

. :) **for the road** "one last time... for the road."

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On The Road

#3 of it's fate on the road okay, on to part three of my newest series, but not before the disclaimer...

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On the Road

The cabbie spoke, but started driving, turning his head back to the road. "don't care, just as long as you get me out further." alex said. "running away? getting out of that town with the wolf beast thing?" "yes."

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Roads

I hit the brake and came to a stop, the headlights beaming down an empty road. my breathing was heavy and my heart was beating like crazy. i looked in the mirror one last time.

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Road

_walking through the same troubled roads,_ _facing every road block and every pot hole in our_ _way,_ _where ever you go i shall surely follow you,_ _even be that path lead to the depths of hell's fiery flames,_ _i shall follow you there,_ _we are one

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The Road

The road damn! it was hot! i hated this place and the humidity that came with it. i've herd people tell me that war is hell, and i believe it.

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On the Road

To simply see the world from a greater sky for the simplest, smallest happy matters of life are faithful to the people who see through the strife we are on the road (we are on the road) our frequent dream of reality resides and will surpass

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On the Road

Roland looked at the road signs passing him before finding a quiet little trail through some farm land, pulling towards the side of the road as he thought about the question, "hmm, eggs, sausage, and... nightfall?"

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