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Chapter One: The Dwarf Bard of Bree

It was nearing dusk as the sun began to set on the beautiful spring sky. And even the grouchiest of beings would have had to admit how good the weather had been that entire week. There had not had been an unwelcome cloud in the sky, nor anything but tender winds and green grasses, which had brought untold relief and joy to the farmers and town sellers of the small hamlet of Bree.

And despite the usual drab industry feeling the town created, Bree almost seemed peaceful as the daylight began to fade.

During the day, the streets were filled with numerous

Be Still: A PoemBe still: A Poem

Hush. . . Hush. . . Be still and listen.

Hush, Hush. . . Take the time to learn.

Hush, Hush. . . You must be patient.

Hush, Hush. . . . . You must believe.

I will ask the questions and you will answer, for I am not perfect.

What makes love untouchable?

What makes the fight worth fighting?

What makes a person believe or despair?

What makes the hill worth climbing?

What gives people their faith?

What makes hate run supreme?

What stops everyone from trying when they have nothing to lose?

What makes everyone try when there is nothing to gain?

Give me answers! Tell me why!

Ahh, but I know that you cannot give me ans

Strong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of Prose

What is this feeling of entitlement?

Why do humans see the need to stand above their peers?

Why not stand with them? Are we not equal? Does God not love us all?

Are humans really so blind, as to think that the earth rotates around them? That they are the only ones that matter?

I am sick of this everlasting fight for I know I shall never win!

And yet. . . Still I try. Still I fight for change. I still continue to rise up when I fall.

Why is that?

Is it human-nature or my own personal struggle to keep my sanity?

Whatever the answer, I will continue to rise, and continue to believe.

For I am strong and will alwa

Fallen: A Free Verse PoemFallen: A Free Verse Poem

He falls . . . Oh how he falls through the abyss into a unknown void.

He never hits bottom for he never stops falling.

For how can you stop falling when you've come from the top?

He was Loki the Prince of Asgard, but now he is but a broken shell that is constantly reminded of his failure through others actions against him.

The torture of knowing that you are the thing that you once feared the most, would tear down any man. But this fallen Prince was no mere man. . . No. . .

He was a God.

. . . .

Now Loki watches from the sidelines wishing for death with all his being. Knowing that those he loved most are

Love: A Valentines Day Poem Love: A Poem

It cannot be bought

It cannot be forced

It must be pure and tenderly taught

It cannot be bragged upon

Nor can it be fake

It can only be given from within ones heart

It is often misused

It is often discouraged

And those who have it, have everything to loose

But those of you who fight for it will have no regrets

For you'll be fulfilled and know the truth

Those who have it should keep it

And those who don't should find it at all costs

For life without Love is for naught.

The Sentinel: A Poem The Sentinel: A Poem

All the night shall be your keep.

All those sleepers in their sleep

Will look to you and heed your call.

A moment where silence rules and dreams come true.

And then you shall see the nighttime's worth.

Transcend the dying and the birth.

See for yourself the beauty there.

The perfect frailness that is life.

Observe those lovely maidens of virtue!

Oh, behold the lads of brave stature that are true!

See the empires fall with broken spires.

And Father Time reclaim his own.

So watch the humans as they slumber.

And for once they might seem humble.

Listen to the silent plea of hope as the night wanes on

And see

Patriots DayThe time is now 4:26 PM on Monday, the 15th of April, 2013. Patriots Day. An hour and thirty four minutes ago, three bombs went off in Copley square at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. I found out at 4:05 PM, about an hour and twelve minutes after the fact, when my friends from New Jersey texted me to ask if I was alright.

I spent the night before at my friend’s dorm at Northeastern. We both took the Green Line in the morning; him to his internship at Arlington, and me back to my house. We both passed through the Copley T station on the way. It was about five and a half hours before the explosions killed three people and injured

Love is Not Dead: Chapter Fifteen

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Chapter Fifteen

Lydia drove through the streets of the Neitherworld, her red rimmed eyes scouring each building she passed, racking her memory for the address she needed. The girl had been searching for almost an hour now, and still hadn't been able to find the house she was looking for.

Why couldn't she remember one simple home address? Surely she wasn't that stressed? But with a wistful laugh, the girl noted that, yes indeed, she was that stressed. And by damned, she was going to give Beetlejuice the beating of his life when she found him, for leaving

The Apology: Full ScriptThe Apology

Page 1: Six panels arranged in three rows of equal height. The top row is composed of one full-width panel. The middle row contains two panels of equal width. The bottom row contains three panels of equal width.
Top Panel: A long wide view of a large tan-grey concrete building in a vast field. The building is surrounded by a tall razorwire fence. Several guard towers are visible along the fence. The midday sky above the building is blue and cloudless. Behind the building, the fields stretch for miles without a single structure to be seen until the rolling hills swallow the landscape.
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Page 1: Five Panels arranged in three rows of equal height. The top row contains a single full-width panel. The middle row contains three panels of equal size and width. The bottom row contains a single full-width panel, like the top row.
Top Panel: The artist addresses the audience.
Artist: Hey, something just occurred to me...
Artist: (cont'd) You know how people always say "bless you" after you sneeze?
Middle Left Panel: A guy sits in the foreground about to sneeze. Behind him, and facing towards the other side of the panel, there sits a second guy (who is secretly Captain Sneezeguard). He

The Dying Fire He could feel the warmth of the metallic railing against his bare palms, as bare as the land after the harvest. The only two things he had feared in his life was love and war. And they called him coward for he feared of two things only ─ love and war. The last sparkling rays of the sun had brightened the sky, the hills across were yellow as if oil spilled over the green carpet, the houses with corrugated tins were boasting. Hills-hills-hills, he had been living in a land encompassed by hills so far, but never dared to climb up them. His terrace ─ filled with the stagnant water after a downpour, cigarette stubs and mosquito lar

Gargoyles Fanfiction: Creation And Decimation 1Warning: Mature Content for future chapters. This content includes language, violence, sensitive content, and sexual references and situations.

Also a warning: This involves the introduction of a new OC. I do not own "Gargoyles", nor any of its cannon characters. I only own my one character I'm introducing. None of what I write is cannon, other than references to cannon events from the original series.

Summary: Elisa Maza is pregnant, leading to a series of events. Some of these deadly, others fruitful.

"You must have gained another client, Anton." David Xanatos walked with his pockets, taking in the modern decor, the white, polished fur

The World Is Your Oyster (Collaborative Poem)Delicately, he drifts
On the blanket of blue.
Coming together
Like a ship with its crew.

The Angel's LamentThe bell tolls its haunting ring,
A tune to which the angels sing.
Their promise of exquisite things
Falls deaf on those without their wings.

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The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem

by ~Tarnisis, Oct 30, 2012, 3:18:37 PM
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^{*The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*}

_{I am the one who hides behind your smile.

I am the monster you tell children to fear.

I am the chill that runs through your veins when you sleep.

I am the forgotten.

I am the one you will always fear.

I am the misunderstood.

Humans call me by many names, but they all amount to the same thing. . .

I am dangerous.

I am alone.

I am eternal.

I am the dead, the living, and the desperate.

I am the thinker and doer all in one.

I am the past, present, and future.

I am your lover, your stalker, your prey. . . .

But most importantly; I am the one who will kill you.

Claim you for the reaper, and welcome you to embrace of death.

I am the one to take your soul.

And then you too shall be forgotten, like me. . .}