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Doctor Oger

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  1. My pleasure. And thank you so much.
  2. Thanks for reading and reviewing. And I'm very pleased you like it.
  3. Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
  4. Are you kidding? There are tons of love poems - well, several - well, a few...
  5. Doctor Oger

    Batshit Mages

    Ha, thanks. Teague is in all the following chapters so far, and Mala returns as well.
  6. So this is how you make me feel: A song by Huey Lewis & The News That tells of much that you induce Including beat and atmosphere That kick my heart into fifth gear When you say "Babe, I love you so." It makes the drum inside me go, It makes a dormant power grow, Rouses it and makes it flow Into wild words I shoot your way. But hardly all I need to say Is in them, 'cause they dance too fast – Still, something in them has to last For you to grasp, for me to say And to remind
  7. An Elven Pastorale On a hill below a tree Is where he lies asleep. Around him graze and doze his sheep And through their trundling coats you see - How their muzzles nudge him, Nibbling leaves out of his wreath. How lovingly they touch him Is what you witness from beneath. Their soft and slow lumber A soothing dance to his slumber. As if to mock our closest star, The warming sun, his walking staff Bears at its curled top a glint, Winking light with each breath of wind, Like a ti
  8. Interpret it any which way you see fit. Thank you for the review, Lisa.
  9. Reflective Of The Healing Isle Call me Franz Kafka, for I swim In a tangled and cloudy swamp, Where every stretch of air is damp And every single light is dim. There are entities around me, And likely they are humans, too. They live and revel in this goo That has birthed and raised and bound me. They simply lead their lives in it, While I wish only to escape Each dark and daunting looming shape, But I see all their pride's in it. They see themselves succeed at large Whi
  10. Thank you! =D
  11. Haha! Chapeau, my friend! I passed that one right up.
  12. Thank you for reading and responding! (I think it's rather sloppy, though I won't object to the praise and added publicity.)
  13. Thank you! I wanted to do something like this for a while.
  14. Thank you so much.
  15. Thanks, I'm glad you liked it!
  16. A Selection Of German Words I A Gift is death in German And hell is shining bright. To back someone would hurt and burn, A Brief is what you write. A Wand is what you lean against, A Pickel used to climb – You hack it into rock for hold – But wait, after this rhyme Another thing I must explain: A Rock is something that you wear, Swinging from your hips in cloth And Hack makes burgers and meatballs for broth. (Another kind of Pickel is pesky to bear, It's on your face and it's br
  17. "Please, I have to see him." Kjeld was visibily worried. The scaly man sitting on a low stool in the broad frame of the door blinked at him. What enthusiasm this young man had. It was surprising to him. "Your agitation is quite unwarranted," he said patiently, "the boy is undamaged, according to the Magisters." "Undamaged? Teague is undamaged?!" Kjeld knew by now that the scaly man was a nameless servant to the Magisters, a mage who had at one point undergone the Stunting and been magi
  18. Doctor Oger

    Deal

  19. Doctor Oger

    Deal

    That's an honour, coming from you. Thank you, I'm glad you like it.
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    Deal

    Deal I walked into the men's room behind you and watched with my hands in my pockets and a small cold smile on my face how you began washing your hands and face, checking the black shades around your eyes, and frowning slightly at the natural ones. And then you bit your lips once and turned around to face me with a genial smile. "Business," you said. I nodded and pulled a twenty and a tenner out of my pocket, looking at it, at you, at it... and held it out to you. You took it gingerly. "Is
  21. Publically Festive In The First World Let's walk under the glittering spheres, The star-mimicking cages where electrons pass, That pollute our view and really mock the stars, Because man-made light is always too fierce. Let's go to the christmas market tonight, To wallow in blissful nostalgia, Borrowed from an imagined culture, Because there can't be a single dark bit in light. There cannot be anything that we regret, There cannot be guilt, so we give a penny To feed one child on o
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    Magellan

    I was collecting and ordering information on something, archivist-like, when a letter was dropped onto the desk of the person sitting opposite me. It was typed and from you. It was a response to something they had written you. It started with the usual, a paragraph of politeness, and then: "Yes, I am Magellan." I snatched the letter and went outside with it. I'd known about the time travelling, of course. We all did it once in a while. I went to the balcony, it was raining a bit and I sat under
  23. It certainly had the mood of a Romanticist painting.
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