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He wasn't always Rovaalian Suraad. He was born by the name Willum Horggenburgh Junior, a happy little baby with brown eyes that darted back and forth, absorbing images voraciously, and ...

The deafening clang of two heavy iron pots being smashed together not two feet from his head brought young Rovaalian out of his small cot. He arose to find Stu, ...

Rovaalian woke groggily to the sound of Stu, abusing the pot he had just fixed last night, a loud clang that seemed to get slightly higher pitched after each sounding. ...

He dreamed a nightmare, a sea of faces that wept blood from empty eye sockets. They circled his mind in a world of shadows, sorrow plastered on their stark white ...

the Long Awaited 4th chapter and 5th installment to Rovaalian's epic life story!

For the short contest

best metaphor I could come up with for friendship. I cried while writing it. I hope you like it, or at least understand it.

It is the beginning

Very thoughtful Poem. Please read and review; it's been a while