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You Are The MoonShadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms
Lying in a pool of your own royal blood, you stare up at the night sky. You always loved how the stars shined like that. But you loved the moon even more. Your planet was so beautiful at night with the way the moon seemed to wash away all of its dangers, using its constant waves of silver light to illuimate the glassy lake it hung above. When you were younger, you would always come outside during the night and sit yourself in this exact stop, staring up at the moon, talking to it, as if it were alive and breathing. You remember a conversation you had with the glowing ball of prefection about beauty and how it could never see how beautiful it was. You remember promising that one day you would bring a mirror out and show the moon how wonderful it was. You loved that moon. You couldn't wait for the moon you come out. It was about time for it to show up though, so hopefully yo
BittenThe night was awash with the sound of rain. It dripped through the trees, sliding down leaves and along branches, through the grooves of tree bark, only to fall upon the underbrush and, finally, the ground. A few raindrops found their perches on other thingsanimal fur, beading on the feathers of birds, and a select few collecting on a lone woman. Though she sat beneath a tree, eyes closed and head relaxed against the rough bark of a tree trunk, she was not completely out of the rain. It trailed down her pale cheeks like tears, dampening her dark hair and collecting in her ripped, dirty, bloody clothing. In spite of the cold and damp, she seemed to be at peace. She could almost forget the open wound on her leg.
It bled sluggishly still, with droplets of blood that mixed with the rain and dripped to the ground beneath her. The wound was a bite, and a bad one. The teeth marks were obvious, and they looked human. She hadn't bothered to wrap her leg, since it was already infected. Any
Circuit Breaker 1Chapter 1: The Note Isolation Plays
Jade Harley was not one to stay up late. This fact oftentimes baffled some of her friendsafter all, she lived alone on an island with her dog and didn't exactly have to get up and go to school. She didn't have any early morning obligations, really, aside from feeding Bec. The truth was that she had little to do late at night. Her friends lived in time zones much different than hers, so they were usually all asleep when it might only be a little late for her. It was better, in her opinion, to sleep when they were gone and wake up when they came back, even if it meant getting up at a time her friends might deem to be ridiculously early.
It was for that reason that she was startled when she glanced at the time and found that it was eight-o-clock. To her, that was exceptionally late, especially since she woke up at 2 to talk to John before he went to school. She'd only missed the time because she was talking to Dave. Her lunchtop's projectio
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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