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XXNII - The Gathering StormA Chapter by BLThe Prelude to battle. The next chapter is ‘The Great Battle’ |
His Name is CallumA Poem by NomkhumbulwaA poem I wrote for my neighbour's little boy at Xmas. I didnt want to share it until she had read it. Its about how through his own struggles, he con.. |
RiseA Poem by JohnmuldoonEmotion, love, hope, fear |
Be free for you.. No more a prisoner.A Story by OnlymeThe harsh brash exterior of someonecould be hiding a lot of pain,hurt and sorrow.That had been causedby others, so many years before.But still lingers.. |
XXNIII -The Great BattleA Chapter by BLXXNIII - The Great Battle When the sun had reached its zenith, when it go no higher in the clear blue sky and was just about to tip over and begin.. |
The Young Girl in the MirrorA Story by Lunayouth and beauty are never lost. |
Dark comfortA Poem by BryceFeeling a pain within, so used to it that it hurts more to be happy |
Ogrest's Origins: Through Blood and ToilA Book by Sir AphidThe Harsh Origins of Ogrest, son of Ograr, commander of the Silver Sword Company. From humble beginnings as a young warrior in training, all the way u.. |
Chapter 1: Brothers of Different BloodA Chapter by Sir AphidIn this chapter we meet Ogrest, his mother, Maya, his father, Ograr, and finally his Older brother, Gorgaug. We see into the life of a young orc train.. |
Chapter 2: An Ordinary DayA Chapter by Sir AphidAn ordinary day in the life of an orc child in training. |
The person withinA Poem by Virgobabywhen you said you didn't care It crushed me I crumbled into pieces. Shattered like broken glass sadness devoured me. The harshness in your tone .. |
DeathstalkerA Story by ImaginaryMightThe only way to survive the Deathstalker is to suffer a fate worst than Death. |
River StoneA Poem by Gaia OctaviaWorry has worn me smooth, like a drowned river stone, begging to be lifted-- still at the mercy of the current, yet going nowhere. |
The AssassinA Story by newstoriesThis is a story from the "Shards of Sevia" collection. Radoslav has an opportunity to save the President from death. But the responsibility may be .. |
DrownA Poem by Marlice MorganCold hands grab me from bellowpulling, clawing, tearing at my soul.Air escapes my lungsupon my chest a thousand tonsI kick and writhe to reach the lig.. |