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All OneAll One
The warriors met that solemn eve
Upon the plains of Rem
They formed a ring and in its midst
The hero rood alone
But as long as he knew no fear
His legions too were bold
They knew the ones high above
Had converged in his heart and soul
Alone means all one
All that be in one form
His allies will fall or die
But he will stand and fight
I am he now
My friends departed one by one
I fear not to be alone
My lady is at my side day and night
Those high above hear her voice
"Ye high ones please make my lover strong"
I walked alone when a boy
I walk alone today
My heart knows love
It shall never fear
Even on my dying day
Let Me Be BlindLet Me Be Blind
Sweet love lies waiting
Near me upon my bed
Thoughts of leaving her alone
Never cross my mind
Her sweet summons is a call
I shall hear until I die
If all who love are blind,
Then I will be blind
For I see her charm without my eyes
Lovers in love see with the heart
Then they claim a better love than theirs
No one can find
Snail MailSnail Mail
Why do packages I requested
Take so fucking long to arrive
Oh I believe that they will come
When I am no longer alive
Now my age is past 55
My analysis cannot fail
My mail is riding the shell of a snail
Through the Gate [Conclusion]Through the Gate
As the pages flipped, the area became darker and more alien, as if the book itself were shaping reality with each page turned.
A Fog rolled below my knees, and the sky was a false grey color. It became a contradiction, as if I was both outside in a wide space and yet the grey also felt like a small room, dull and void walls of grey that surrounded me
I grabbed the book and closed it. I heard a voice on the other side of the grey wall, a voice that whispered secrets in a dead language.
My Aramaic narrator spoke of the dark future in a muffled voice. I could almost reach out to the grey wall and tear it open like paper, yet I dared not to.
The voice was of such unnatural color and slow demeanor, I felt my heart almost stop at the shape of the mouth that could speak in such slow multiple tones.
The grey stretched for eternity, but was suffocating, and the voice that felt like three mouths in synchronous mastication spoke more fervently. "Ai! Ai! Cthulhu Fataugh
Through the Gate [Part 2]Through the Gate
Beyond the Gate
Many writers, both novelists and screen writers, have written about other worlds. Robert E Howard, Lovecraft, and so on. They all conjectured as to what lies beyond our world and mortal vision. Lovecraft particularly believed the
other world was terrifying and non-human, populated by frightful extra-dimensional and unfriendly creatures.
I wondered almost aloud that the moment I began to imagine them, they would materialise. If I should pause to
believe I'd meet a humongous creature like Cthulhu, I'd see him. So. Determined to center my mind on a course and
began to move. I had not moved more than 50 meters ahead of me towards what appeared to be the east side, then
I was confronted by a gigantic mummy type figure with no eyes. My conscious warned me that his clothes concealed
tentacles like Cthulhu's but he was not Cthulhu.
Blind man, blind giant, blind god......
'Azathoth, the blind idiot god, ruler of the outer realm'
"Well, now that I know you
Ground zeroGround zero
By The Shadow Demon
Request by Lasserine
(People into various)
“There’s no way I’m going to loose!” Megan said with a smirk as she looks in her mirror unable not to smile as she was a shoe in to win. Living in a small town of Pumpkinstine or known as ‘the capital of Halloween’ respectfully given for the towns love for Halloween and for most town or cities they would just celebrate Halloween for the day or the week but not Pumpkinstine. For the entirety of October they celebrate it with the day itself beginning a huge costume fiesta. Giving a spin, giving the mirror a great three-sixty look of her and the costume she was wearing. The eighteen year old wore a beautiful sparkling purple with pink decoration patterns mermaid tail with a matching top showing off her mid drift and some of her cleavage, her wavy shoulder length brown hair hidden under a long violet wig. Megan just smiles unable to hide her excitement, hearing her phone ringing,
The Girl Who Chases The Wind TGThe Girl Who Chases The Wind
I received an article offer from one of my regular patrons between tea and staring an old-time blinking cursor on a screen.
The offer came attached with a brief message detailing the potential for compensation and what would be expected of me. If it was a generation ago, I’d imagine a big, fluorescent-toned office with thin walls and glass rooms. A bearded editor strides in and pitches me the story he wants me to write for the newspaper.
Of course, even then, such situations never happened except in movies rooted a further generation in the past. My editor, who I could only imagine was some baby-face ten years my junior who could multitask data at a level I couldn’t even manage on the king of all caffeine rushes, spewed out words like a live dump from his active memory.
“2K w least. Martlemay Project invest into Qs of brains/humanity/corruption. Current rumor Dr Jacob Feldon pet project is fetish feed. Old men to hot girls. Backgrou
Life is weird(Very mild swearing)
The water splashed beneath his paws as the small raccoon ran down the alley. Puddles were everywhere, rain was drenching down as the little animal was climbing into a dumpster. But the dumpster was closed, no way could the little thing lift the top.
The raccoon shivered in the March morning weather, since he couldn’t climb over the dumpster, nor crawl under it, he curled up into a ball and as tired as he was, fell asleep miserably through the downpour.
‘Aaaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!!!’ a voice screamed out. The raccoon awoke in the middle of the alley with a splitting headache.
It lasted only a few minutes. He was stretched on the ground, he stood up looking at himself, he was now taller than the dumpster, he seemed human height but was still a raccoon. ‘What the hell?’
He covered his mouth with fear. ‘I spoke! Like a human! All these thoughts… how do I know these words…?’
He sat in the darkened alley as rain poured d
Trust Machines - Venn-ything Goes #02Venn-ything Goes #02
Trust Machines story
The youtube video started rolling with the view of a nondescript plastic crate.
"Hey, folks!" a cheerful voice said from the off. "Here's Steve again and it has been nearly eight hours since Amanda and Johnny have turned into earthworms. They've spent most of the time boring through the earth in this crate where I stored them, just like normal earthworms do, and I have barely seen them. Well, that is until an hour ago when they suddenly showed unexpected 'activity'."
Steve snickered and grabbed the crate's lid. "So let's take a look what Johnny and Amanda are up to!" With verve, he removed it and exposed the two earthworms Johnny and Amanda had been transformed into. But instead of digging themselves through the wet soil, both their wriggling shapes were at the
Fox Shadow Chapter 15Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect. This belongs to Bioware. Please enjoy.
Chapter 15: First Steps.
The events of a few hours ago still had not settled with Vixen. Her life as a Spectre was now in the public view, she knew the Alliance would now try and use her to their own advantage. Everything was falling into the place where she didn't want them to fall, but she knew that now she had no power to stop anything. As she stood looking out across the skyline of the Citadel, Vixen thought of what might now happen. If the Alliance were nice they might give her supplies to help with the mission given to her but it was more likely they'd give her a pat on the back and tell her 'good luck'. Either way, she was alone.
Huffing, she turned away from her window and walked over to her suitcase that she gave up on trying to pack after she found out the limit of shotguns she could carry was only two.
“I suppose I could buy more and have them shipped to me while I'm...away” Vixen spoke
The Siamese GameCathy Shaw and Carol Moore are identical twins. They were born to a 19 year old unmarried college student who died in childbirth, and were adopted by separate families. The summer before they began kindergarten, Cathy's adoptive family moved a few houses down from Carol's family, and the girls wound up in the same kindergarten class, and quickly became best friends. When the girls were 10, their families discovered the truth, and agreed that if anything happened to one girl's parents, the other girl's parents would adopt her. Not long after their 13th birthday, both sets of parents divorced, and Cathy's mom married Carol's dad. After the marriage, Cathy took her new father's name, as he had adopted her, and the twins somehow became interested in conjoined twins. Fast forward to the morning of their 18th birthday, where the twins asked their parents for a Conjoin-O-Tron 6.1...
"Hey Cath," Carol Moore said, pulling the sheets off her sleeping twin, "wake up."
"Just 5 more minutes," Cathy
Transformers Prime: Airachnid Vs. Saber Airachnid patrols the Depths of her Forest. It was two weeks after Breakdown’s demise by her hands, yet it felt like centuries. The moon hung high in the sky, like a vigilant watcher. Airachnid looks up at the moon and smiles, suddenly she heard an engine’s roar, and she turns around to see an APC charging at her. The APC rams her in her ankle, tripping her. She gets up and sees the APC transform into Saber, his body imposing and his face bears an almost exact resemblance to the very emblem of the Decepticons. “Saber, it’s been forever” Airachnid said with a devious smirk “to what do I owe this pleasure, Prince of the Decepticons”. Saber’s fiery green eyes glare at her “silence your tongue witch. Your betrayal to Lord Megatron and the Murder of Breakdown will no longer go unpunished.” Saber snarls. Airachnid chuckles at the Young Cybertronian “are you threatening me, must I remind you who is the R
.:: To Breathe In The Unknown ::.What a more fragile yet so incredibly strong when enchanted with hope and desire than the creatures that call themselves humans. I will not deny that when I saw their faces, I saw me. I saw my people. Yet, when I glimpsed at their plain and hackneyed body structure, I was consumed with disappointment. Humans are such ordinary beings. I am impressed, however, of their survival skills. They are not ignorant children, running and jumping around with glee, nor do they have a good anatomy to within stand their surroundings. No, they are needy creatures. Shelter, fire, more water, more food, need more sleep, they all cry and shout. The lion can last a few days without a meal. An ant is perfectly fine in its pile of dirt crowded and shoved against its brothers and sisters. The horse can run miles upon miles without complaining. Such selfish, vermin creatures humans were. Then again I would be a liar if I said I had little interest in them. It was how alluring and charming they were. They obse
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