Advent, Prologue

It is a well-believed theory that the dinosaurs died out 140 million or so years ago, due to a massive cataclysmic event such as the impact of a large asteroid. As far as I tell, any number of causes could be to blame for the extinction of this...

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The Choice

_the room was soaked in early morning darkness. window blinds blocked out the majority of the premature sunrise trying to fill in every dark crevice.

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Fate and Destiny: Life recap

Sweared to himself and to his dead mother that he will have his revange.. but not now.. for now.. he needs to live.. he spend many years wandering around everywhere.. making his way slowly to the larger city as he tend to survive the crual world and the dark

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Dreamweaver chapter 1; Rain

His sight succumbed to darkness and the numbness traveled through his body. abciance lost all cognition and slipped into the depths of his own consciousness. he was swept away in the tides of his own confusion.

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Gildedtongue's Story, Chapter 6

It had been ages since hir last laugh and despite hir dark humour, it certainly felt good.

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The hollow song...Immersed

Unleashed your feelings, now their gone...no soul, no hole, no need for song. Together we hope for our salvation...you were the ones to leave destruction. Yours eyes we took, we took from thee...enforce the peace, and now we shape to suit our needs. No...

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Safe No more

Haven once, but now no more...This place you once would have adored...Sadness is too small a word...Laughter now cannot be heard...I hate for all that has been done...We fought this war we never won...The rage so red just grew inside...I cried the red,...

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The White Room

With no exits except a solitary dark oak door just a few feet away from him. the rustling from it distracted him from it's oddness.

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Dream long, Dream Lost

The sun shuts out the dark lit gates. dreams they haunt. memory lingers. imagination just lifts a finger. and laughter is there in that of possibilities lost.

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North

The ice shards they cut and cover the ruts nothing is clear and so grows the fear windows dark and cold, absent of life.

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Pain

Soul far too tired to cry their thirst will still not be sated your suffering the only thing they can be equated petty fights and meaningless cause your blood and pain will be meaning for their applause so stay onboard, grip on tight the darkness

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Closet

I am the closet, for i am dark, hidden, protective of treasures, and i am closed.

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