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Chester sat slumped in the overstuffed chair that one of his uncles had dragged in from the den and watched his great-grandfather sleep. The room had once been used as a dining room, complete with chandelier and wall-sized paintings, but it now served as a make-shift sick room. He had been tired, so very tired, and begged off when most of the family said they needed to get out of the house for a little while. He just wanted to sleep, but they wanted to get some fresh air. So, here he sat with th
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The War of the Roses has been going on since the beginning of time, however it comes to the head for one young man when he is inducted into the sect opposed by his father.
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It all began when his father decided that Ayreon should accompany him into the city. The trip took nearly a week on horseback from their tiny village. Ayreon did not have a horse. His father thought it would be good discipline for the boy to run along side his horse though, so Ayreon ran. As they traveled, Ayreon's father quizzed the boy's intelligence by asking him riddles and his opinion on things. At times he blindfolded Ayreon, which required him to trust his instincts. Ayreon continue
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Sometimes that is all you can say.
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Well September/October is a good birth time. Good luck Qbert.
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2007 Anthology
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LOL you can't have a threesome without THREE! Silly.
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Phineas' fingers ran along his coveralls where the silver wings rested against his skin, attached to the inside of his clothing. They weren't his wings, his father had earned them, but Phineas had worn them from the time he was small. He still remembered the day he first wore them. A man had come to his house and his mama had sent him outside to play. When he was allowed to come back in, his mama looked like she had been crying and the big man who had been dressed in a uniform like the one h
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finally some sanity!
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“Flee you clucking biddies, flee or I’ll send the foxes after you!” The Prince stood in the middle of the hen yard in his boxers clutching a baseball bat as the squawking birds half flew and half ran through the open gate, over the gravel path, and out into the open field. “Oh my!” gasped Cinderella as she watched her prince chase the last of the birds out of the yard. When he saw her, he drew up short and reigned in himself regally. “I guess now you know,” he stated. “Know what?” she
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An answer to the classic question.
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LOL that was the whole story. They are making me write more though. Don't know when that will happen. I have a list of demands. PM me with the things you had problems with I may need to address them when I do the sequel.
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In the time of troubles the GefahRadan sang Achoron into being and rewarded the faithful by allowing them live in peace under the watchful care of the Radan. Generations are born and die and eventually, the Radan seeks it’s past to provide for its future. Thus the fates of a few are twisted so that two worlds hang in the balance. Thus the saga begins...
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Lugh He who is opinionated, individualistic, ambidextrous, exhibitionistic, and lives in his own imaginationary worlds. A lover of faeries, nude males, odd lore, and creative breakthrus. The one who notices the soul behind the eyes, the dream within the dreamer, the love within the lust, and the stuff between the lines. It is he who feels the tattoo of life, the wind beneath his wings, the song in his soul, and the blood on his hands while learning bes
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I am a bastard son Born from an act of lust Into a life plainly unjust Not into a world of fun Life unfair before its begun The final act, the final thrust Enough to make the barmaid cuss Growing up the others shun A willful boy full of grace Standing proud and tall A bastard who knows not his place In this world at all Unashamed to show his face In his m
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An Anagram Poem
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Walking in two worlds, a universe apart Two people, two faces, one life, one heart Handling responsibilities trying to fit in Working hard, starting over, having to begin again One face is serious, one is carefree Both I like, both I hate, which will I be? Doing the right thing -- what is expected to be done People have to remember, I am only one One trying hard, filling the shoes of two So many ex
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One more step is all there is Between me and nothing And everything. Considering life's twisted path To the edge of the abyss. Where I stand. One more step for me to take Tears, fears, confrontations Call to me. Standing here at the edge Pondering my future And my past. One more step now taken Into the ether Set free.
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Poetry
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Standing on the edge of eternity looking out into the abyss I see all and nothing - my soul can not resist. Closing my eyes to the aether opening the web of my mind reaching out into forever I leave my worries behind One step from the edge so eager to fall one step from the edge about to lose it all The rock begins to crumbl
