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Nell stared out the window at the end of the hall. Warm yellow
light from the noon sun penetrated down into the leaves, trickling
down through the ..
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..... Drip… … …
The singular sound punctuated a series of subtle vibrations.
..... Drip… … …
The passi..
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The start of a character working her way through the Way of the Wicked, a campaign known for allowing and encouraging outright evil characters.
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A starving young girl trades a story for some food.
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A short poem about putting dice to sleep, with the thought of putting them on the side of a dice bag.
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Father! Father! Father!He's not around to bother!Brother, brother, brother!You better go get mother!Sister, sister, sister!She hit me in the kisser!Mo..
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I was tossed into a stormy seawith deep waters all around me.Cold crawling quickly into fingers and toes,no strength left for my death throws...
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All of that enthusiasm, energy, and excitement are like sunlight.We can sit back and bask in the glow and be warm.If we bottle it, we can show people ..
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It happened so fast!How we met is long past.We really do not know;are we together just for show?We moved in together,like birds of a feather.With bles..
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