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Chapter One: The Taint of Chattismar 2 Maviance was silent, mulling over Gattore’s words. He had lived long, and knew the gong of truth when it rang. Despite Gattore's revelation ...

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A dark cloud eclipses my heart The turmoil and pain, a warm sea I cannot find the sun.

Wingless bird, how desperately you call out from your own locked in cage, your once raging power; now not racing at all shrieks disgust the air, but not known as ...

Flooding the sky With incessant power, Rousing slumbering souls Still grumbling and sour. But what soul abounds Who can stay that way When sun overcomes moon And turns dark into ...

PROLOGUE: My name is Luna Soto, and this is my story. I’m presuming that you picked up this book and started to read because you decided that my innermost thoughts ...

OK, I've never written a fanfic before so this would be my first time. I want to do something that follows the story in FF8, but I have to wait ...

Withdrawn some times i find myself secluded amongst the crowd thoughts taking over my mind, of times I once had of places i've been and with people i've loved yet ...

Can a heart be more Than the shell that others see? Can a spirit transcend Its own mortality? Is a mind worth less Than the face it hides behind? Can ...

I was watching a t.v show and someone said "would you take my breath, if upon a kiss' and this is what I made out of it --------------------------------------------------------------------- Would you ...

Hello, You Are Real "Hello, you are real" were the words that caught my eye, I lingered for awhile as my heart wondered why, and it skipped with a beat ...

This is the Story of John Vasilius Draconius. “Surrender!” his magically enhanced voice was heard by all. A dark figure stood facing the front gates of Alu’en, the fortress of ...

The Dragon Descends There was a brilliant orange glow on the horizon. Above was a clear blue like the ocean. A simple sunset. However, there was a massive cloud moving ...

Ok so I'm new to this site, I'm also new to writing poetry as I have only been writing it for a few weeks. Please crit! Becoming the rain What ...

Twirling we fall into ribbons of midnight gold my head spins but i twist and weave--- anonymity lies in the glittering obscurity of our faces Our rippled reflections will tell ...