

The True Monster of Teynes29. (I) same as 28 but from the other point of viewThe True Monster of Teynes
Eltar felt like crying. She knew it was coming. It had been like clockwork once every three months. This knowledge didn't make her feel better, she had been unlocking the secrets of magic in her head for nearly one thousand years during her imprisonment. Seven hundred or more of those years she had been in complete solitude. Every three months she would feel so desperate for someone to talk to, or for the sound of nature. But there was nothing in her cell, nothing but the noises she made. The fact that she could predict when she would feel desperate made her angry, but her


Monster of Taynes28. (I)Monster of Taynes
Castles were always a grand sight, but prince Menbar always loved his home castle of Taynes best of all. The spires and towers that climbed up into the sky all the way down to the vaults that were so deep only legend told what was in them. The rumors of the great demons of the ancient world being locked in the vaults of Taynes were famous bedtime stories. The dungeons that had been used to torture the information from the enemies of mankind. Children would cringe in fright as they were told that the monsters from inside Taynes were coming for them. Monsters like Jenezon the annihilator, Khatar the destroyer, Brasnah


The Dreamer and the WalkerIn Dreams we come In Dreams we fightThe Dreamer and the Walker
In Dreams you run In Dreams you die
Jan jerked awake. Mrs. Brown tapped her foot impatiently in front of his desk. Asleep again were we Mr. Kyubinski? Sorry Maam. He intoned rubbing his eyes.
Dreamland must really be a paradise if you sleep all the time in my class. She turned and stalked back to the board where she continued with the grammar problem. Jan muttered under his breath, Dreamland is no paradise. Nightmares seemed to plague him every night, and not just night but when ever he fell


The True Face of EvilThe true face of evilThe True Face of Evil
Markath the dark Warlock had limited time, and he knew it. The bastard fools from that academy would be here soon, maybe even this day or this hour. He glanced outside his window at the Fiery Mountain. She would be erupting soon. The eruption ought to hold off their assault for a while when it did blow. That was the problem, the eruption was impossible to predict. Forcing himself away from his musings he went back to his laboratory work. Cages of humans lined the wall. Some screamed at him in protest, others whined and begged to be released from their prisons. The wise ones knew they were there until t


And The Angel Said...And the Angel Talked with MeAnd The Angel Said...
Monday November 12, 2007
Today, I met an angel. Well, not like your stereotypical gorgeous, tall, winged-being-from-above angel. He was, well I was on my home from school on the light-rail (train), just gazing out the window and not really paying attention to what was going on around me. It was cloudy all day, and I was in a somber mood, thinking about various things concerning school, stress, and my health. A middle-aged man smelling slightly of alcohol and wearing worn-out street clothes took the empt
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If you are offended by ANYTHING, you're an idiot.
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If 13 is an unlucky number, the letter B should be too, because it looks like a scrunched together 13. "Whats your name? Bob? Get the fuck away!"
-Mitch Hedberg
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If 13 is an unlucky number, the letter B should be too, because it looks like a scrunched together 13. "Whats your name? Bob? Get the fuck away!"
-Mitch Hedberg
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If 13 is an unlucky number, the letter B should be too, because it looks like a scrunched together 13. "Whats your name? Bob? Get the fuck away!"
-Mitch Hedberg
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If 13 is an unlucky number, the letter B should be too, because it looks like a scrunched together 13. "Whats your name? Bob? Get the fuck away!"
-Mitch Hedberg
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Insane helping the insane.
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Bring me Plutonium!
I really appreciate it. I do.
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This comment has been Gandhi approved! The following messages have not been Gandhi approved!
I wake up every Black Friday eager to watch the news to see who was trampled to death this time.
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Bring me Plutonium!
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There's nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it.
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