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Care to read a few tales? I just happen to have a few!

The Sky is Falling

It seems like every step I take crack the surface, the blue fading below my feet as the ants below tremble. They were swift to scatter upon the arrival of the solidified shade of blue. What they saw would blind them, for they could not see what laid beyond the barrier. Space? Perhaps in another…

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April: Cold as Ice

A couple days passed and a lost Season that couldn’t adapt to the cold would find themselves buried under snow. Presume that one is able to live through such harsh climates, they would find themselves starving past the first day. Desperation caused Spring to drop the heavy book in her hands, letting it sit onto…

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A Bottle Or Two

It has been a long day and Yviera stressed far too much over the ruling of the council. They were bound to banish her friend for supposed treason, it wouldn’t be long before they found her. The interrogation couldn’t spill her name, showing that there was faith between them that they will get out somehow.…

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Garden of Thiris???

“A young lady walks through a misty gardenFoolish eyes gazing with regret and despairFor her mind was trapped in a boundless mazeHer skin was so perfect, yet her optimism was beyond repair.” –Noel Lynir … “Did one enjoy such a swift poem? Without satisfaction comes starvation, starvation to not be sated by this author. So…

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Every cell in my body fades, yet my curious eyes could see it so clearly. This was nothing real, yet there was no waking up. Wind. A gentle breeze to compliment my new form. But in turn, the feeling of the earth below me was rough, painful in fact. Simply existing on top of it…

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April: A Shift in Tone

Nothing for any amount of distance, fruitless efforts to find anything in the span of a month. Could one imagine something so hopeless? In the land of theoretical, absolutely. But with one’s limited knowledge, the agony of looking around hopelessly was numbing. If there truly was nothing, could one explain the need for her to…

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