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“I will do
it all just for you. I will throw away my pen and paper, for you. That way, I
can guarantee you will never have to be vexed at just..
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A Story by Bryän
It is simply an observation.
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Two old bards sat on the trunks of fallen trees.No home did they need, nor the company of trivial items.All they had was in their hands,The lutes, car..
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A Story by Bryän
Netherton, after living a life of fear from others, now faces the terror and anxiety of the end of time.
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A Story by Bryän
What could possibly come, in the wake of an empire's total destruction?
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Hail the morbid love of the mist
The mist hovering above the snow
Caressing the withering leaves
Deferring the bleeding moonlight
I give my heart ..
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The journey begins on still nights beneath the moon
Not ushered in by owl or wolf
My house of generations, her emotions that night unwelcoming
She,..
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A Chapter by Bryän
It was here, finally here. The last day of school was ticking away, and it was about damn time. I considered the place to be more like a deathcamp if..
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A Chapter by Bryän
By now, I could imagine exactly what you may be thinking; probably something along the lines of “What the f**k just happened?!” Well, I&r..
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