| I'm someone who is not you, to put things quite simply. I write stories and sketch creatures. I've made terrible attempts to poetry, yet I continue to do it. It's like telling someone to quit smoking really. >_> Eh, so thrilling that I'm wetting my pants. <_< |
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For Her Time Has Come...And then she ran, not knowing if arrows were to fly toward her at any moment. She had dropped her shield, too afraid to turn back and obtain it; she can no longer protect herself. It could only mean one thing: it was her time to fall. She was no longer fit to survive, nor was she deserving of it, cowardly for all it's worth.For Her Time Has Come
There is no reason for her not to take the plunge of the sword, for soon... it will come for her.
...And she shall then be slain, no longer able to harm another.
No longer able to harm.
And when she passes, you may hear her sing. Not that of a tune, but t
by ~Xkavanger
MisconceptionsI winced in pain, for the arrow had penetrated into my back. Yet I did not collapse or even attack. A sense of numbing eased my pain. As I realised that I was his bane.Misconceptions
To remove the arrow, would make noises, in which he'd have heard, But I was weary, so I had not stirred. Being well hidden, I left it there, Unknowingly, another had hit me square.
Again and again, my back was being pierced. I spun around, an intuition I couldn't have prevented. I ran towards him, repeated every word I heard, My eyes teary and my heart blurred.
A growing fear in which
by ~Xkavanger
In My EyesThe thing that separates me from the rest is the unspeakable power of my imagination. At the age of two, I was given the gift of perfect speech. At such an early age, to be able to speak so well seemed like a blessing to my parents. It was at the age of six that I began to have my own imaginary friends.In My Eyes
My parents thought that it was something normal for an only child to have one and that I'd soon grow out of it. But they were wrong.
I was eight when they decided to try out for another child to accompany me. A younger brother? A younger sister? Anything. At least I wouldn't be talking to myself. At last, I was almost
by ~Xkavanger
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