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sage for christmas"Dameon Lovince, we're ready for your transplant. Anything you wish to say before we put you under?" A man in a pair of green scrubs asked the tall man lying in the hospital bed. The man was skinny, your average build for muscle, and had brown hair that seemed to look dirty. His eyes a dark shade of brown to match his hair.
"Well how long does she have?" Dameon asked in a fearful tone.
"She's got about two hours, just long enough to make it to Christmas on her own." The man replied with words that seemed so emotionless and dry that they would scratch anyone's soul to pieces.
"Well do you mind if I tell you how all this happened? So at least someone can hear it before I go." Dameon asked once more to the doctor standing beside the bed. All he received for an answer was a slight nod of his head.
"Well it all began "
It was December 20th in the small town of Boyne Falls. Dameon had just returned home to find a note on the door of his tiny home. He too
gods and demons"Welcome. Sit, I'll weave you a tale of a true love that defies the rules of god's, and those of the devil."
Trevisti sat around hell listening to the same sounds as he thought to himself. "Jease, why must father want to go to this damned meeting of the gods and demons. It's just some fancy dance party I never went before, but father insists that if I want to rule hell I must go to it and learn." He sighed to himself quietly as he listened to the newcomer's screams as used his magic to torture its damned soul. "Oh shut up, you killed fifty people for no reason. So you're going to get what you have coming to ya!" With that Trevisti snapped his finger and there was one final scream that was whisked away to the eternal flames where all sinners dwelled, waiting for their next torture for the rest of their lives.
Aceso was sitting near her sisters alter, brushing Aphrodite's long hair. "Sister? Why are you dragging me to this meeting? I'm the goddess of healing, not a meeting person,"
the dreamers adventure: part 1let me tell you a tale of long ago, back before technology was even born. where everyone knew everyone in their own little towns. but this world is far diffrent from our own. yes it is a dream world. only a selective few can control certain things.
jerry began his work like normal at his mothers bar. he was about eight years old, with light brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a smile on his face that would make even the most hopeless person smile. he was moving the broom back and forth time and time again. "mom when's tommy going to be here?" he asked. tommy was a family friend with a traveling group. he would go out on adventures, just for the heck of it. "he should be here tonight dear." his mother replied with a sweet tone. she was in her mid twenties, her husband running out on her for a title that no one could ever achive, the dreamer, no one knows if this person even exsists or if becomeing one is even possible. the only thing they could do in this dream world was if you ate a certa
nobodys lifea nobodys life is a lonesome one,
they do everything normal people do,
they roam along the streets,
they talk to others left and right,
and even right things with fights,
sadly though, it's over looked,
over the seas of long and lore,
forgotten with passing tides,
and lost with in the night time sky,
so why do nobodys look at the stars?
for that one to shoot on by like a car,
to be forgetton forever more.
trusttrusting another with a heart may be big as a carp,
but it can mend the most broken of hearts,
and destroy even the hardest of rocks,
many bask in the warmth of loves wildest heat,
and others dance to the loneiest beat,
some in the sun,
and others in a neon moon,
all come from this little thing called love.
futures roadfutures road has many paths,
each leading to a single plan,
with every year a new road is added,
even as others are ended,
so when they finally get to the finish
will it be happy or foolish,
the memorys of long ago,
passed down to become great alore,
as for me i will make my path shine,
to be followed by throughout all time,
like many others before me,
and many after.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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