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Part 1 Life was normal. Sure, it had an ounce of teenage angst, but it was normal. The grass was brighter, greener, prettier on the other side; but there was hope and thoughtful optimism to balance it out. All in all, normal. But life changed when I met the new kid, Connor. Before that, I was a self-respecting individual. My mom paid our taxes, I got a good score on my driving test, I even took out the trash without being asked. But when I met Connor, all that changed. He w
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Connor was evil. So fucking evil.
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Chapter 2: The Messenger "This is an outrage!" Juliana stood at the table, her face flushed. The crowds had long left the Court Grove. The High Table was occupied in full and below, a small crowd of lords and ladies listened intently. "First, some vagrant speaking riddles interrupts our sacred ceremony, then we learn that a body is taken from the Garden? What more! What more, I ask you Prophet!" Her voice echoed into the dimness of the Court Grove. The torches had been removed
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Elijah: The Shattere Nation by thatboyChase Chapter 1: First Day They stood on hallowed ground. The sun had barely begun to creep over the liquid horizon beyond Damascus. Dusty light, softly at first, scattered across the land as Elijah awoke. Today however, today was darker. Dark had it been in ancient times. The Tree of Elijah, the symbol of the monarchy, an oak tree. Today it was dormant, devoid of life. The bark was gray and worn, as i
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Five years have passed since the battle at the Seat of Elijah. Braden has taken charge as stand in king. The kingdom had rebuilt itself to the golden shine it once had been. However, a storm blots the horizon, a body goes missing and a mysterious messenger attempts to summon Braden to a world he has never even heard of.Still troubled by the disappearance of Jeremy Worthington, Braden finds it in his heart to search for the True Speaker of Elijah even if it will take him to the brink of death.
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1943 I would not have expected to conclude in something like this. Something so terrible; so extraordinary that, as I write this, the loaded gun in my drawer seems much more welcoming than continuing forward. I have compiled enough information, research and eye witness accounts to assess that we are indeed, as stated by other scholars, insignificant. From further analysis, I read that They do not regard us as anything less than, well, nothing. They, you a
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When the world went away It was dreary the day when the world went away through brimstone and twilight combat against all angels did sway we fought forever until the day when the world went away A stoic defense we mustered against the fiery luster of brands Blood ran like water and nothing ever seemed the same that day, When the world went away At first, yes, first victory was in our grasp but the bellow of a trumpet on high, sent
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Purpose is beautiful. A euphoria of some far-off place, the way the clouds move and the people elect. Purpose is lovely. When you have purpose you feel complete. Your purpose may change throughout your career as man, but you will always have something… He had traveled north to the city of angels, through creeping midnight fog and bored high way patrol. It was at a home he did sin, atop a small rise overlooking an intrepid coast. With mother superior and friends abound, the music pulsed and c
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PHI The room is sanitized. Plastic. Gloves snap, lights adjust. The soft hissing of a door becoming air-tight it heard. Padded steps. The source of light is some sort of blurry fixture, above the covered object on a silvery slab. It swivels, shadows obscure the light for a moment; looking, probing, touching, learning. “Is it ready?” A female voice asks. She is uncertain. “I believe so.” The male voice is confident. “We have the go-ahead from the Board to activate.” Th
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Adam I’m unsure how to say it, but I’ll do my best. I believe feeling is foreign, especially when you feel so hard. That’s not to say that I do not feel for anything; I promise you, I do. It isn’t that I am obsessive or compulsive, or both for that matter. I do not mind my head when I walk through a door, I merely duck because it is natural. There is no need to mind it, then. I revel in our latitude and longitude, as brief as it may be. Do you
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t is a collection of creative traffic. Imagine my track of imagination and creativity, a highway of sorts. All the work produced and posted here is the traffic. Thusly clearing the way to the turn offs I need to reach (my actual stories or large writing projects). It makes sense after you think about it. But enjoy none-the-less.
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Chapter 4: Revolution "Is something troubling you?" Golden light warmed the glass towers of Rust, as the suns set slowly across the sands of the Openness. "No." Alexi replied. The ascended High Father had taken his seat a day before, in a grand ceremony held in the halls before the Saracellum. With the presence of Nikolai, the Archmage re-connected the City to Alexi in the fountain of magic. It had been several days
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Chapter 3: The Saracellum It was a dream that had happened before. A throne room with vaulted ceilings, large flowing drapes protecting the gaps between the columns that made the chamber of thrones circular. They were crimson, red as the garbs of the Grand Stewards. Nine thrones, each crafted uniquely in some glittering substance. Colin would explore the dream, it was almost real. The air was dusty, light trailed through in beams from the ancient dome ceil
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Chapter 2: Dinner Colin wandered about Alexi's pent house. It had been furnished with the most expensive things imagined. Tapestries of battles hung from the walls, but Colin could not understand where such battles would occur. Tall individuals riding winged lizards, a woman wielding a torrent of water from her fingers, a young man plunging a dagger into another young man as they embrace. Colin touched the tapestry that hung the length of the wall that led towards Alexi's roo
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Chapter 1: Acclimation Imagine yourself flying, just for a moment. Flying across a wasteland that expands miles upon miles, until the numbers become astronomical. Nothing but desert. Some say that, if you try, you can see the old remains of something greater this world had to offer eons ago. Highway overpasses now shadowy monoliths to an empire shoved so deeply under the rug. The suns are not forgiving, all three of them. They beat the land like ruthless overlords.
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Rust is my Mother, my Father, my Brother, my Sister...Rust is all I see until we reach the sea.
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I BET NARNIA IS IN THAT CLOSET LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO @JACKFRAST: lol lets talk about that table at least when you ride a bike you won't need a....helmet? BAM +100 points me.
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10 towns, 5 days, 7 1/2 grand
thatboyChase commented on JamesSavik's blog entry in jamessavik's Blog
your so visual james -
Holy Shit - [My week is up]
thatboyChase commented on Andrew Q Gordon's blog entry in Reset, Reload, Redo
NAME IT CHASE -
sick pits son can i lick?
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tiger i felt the same way when i saw it and i've never seen anything by him before that, I was faded too. then i remembered how fat and terrible looking he is and got over it, ignored it even. still interesting, the swedish look great though. remember when you wanted to move someplace? move to sweden.
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sex plz
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coloured only.
thatboyChase commented on PlugInMatty's blog entry in Nobody likes you when you're 23.
AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA I LOVE YOU LETS HAVE SEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX did you read that other blog? It was devoted just to you -
seriously? lol
