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The OctagonA hawk flew through the air, landing on an isolated tree. All other life one hundred feet from it was completely dead, and the old plant, reaching high into the sky, would not be around much longer. The animal screeched once before flying down to the ground, where seven people were standing. They all looked rather young, no more than twenty for some, but the fear they had installed in the hearts of the innocent wasn’t.The Octagon
The hawk sounded out again angrily, and then changed; it transformed. Its beak shrunk, its legs grew, and its wings turned to arms. The small beady eyes grew larger and turned yellow, while the face of Paris Ciabha
A world so much like our own..If there was a place where you only had to believe in things and they’d come true. The laws of the world would bend simply by your will, so long as you put your faith entirely in your wishes. Those with the most power to believe would be the ones to watch out for. Children would be the most sought after commodity, their naivety and instant trust used by those in power. Their innocence turned to darkened wisps of hate so those who have control can rule, twisting their souls. Their happiness could be used to heal those in pain and create beautiful new things for all to behold but we all know that nothing good is created without something just aA world so much like our own..
What is it when love is goneThe sun sinks below the sky The heat comes not from way up high The water is black now is shaky The tears are forever hear to seeWhat is it when love is gone
What is it when love is gone And there is no one to sing the song The world is empty and cries in fear We all know something will end here
The Earth was shaking but has ceased to be The fires burned but went out with glee The water flowed but dried up in winter The grasses wonder where they were
What is it when love is gone And there is no one to sing the song The world is empty and cries in fear We all kn
The birds that nest above Part IThe birds that nest above
Jimmy sat in front of his piano. He did not play it. He would play it later. His piano was a large Baldwin grand. It sat in the middle of a large room. Inside it was dark, despite the two tall glass windows at the far end of the room. Light sped in through them, eliminating the dust drifting around. Outside it was overcast and humid. The piano was the only item currently in the room. Although there had, at one point, been a few extra
Devious Journal Entry
I saw your gallery and it's amazing! Your art looks so great!
I haven't been here in a while,
awesomely awesome.
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WRITE MOTHERFUCKER
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"What do we want to be prefects for? It'd take all the fun out of life!" ~George Weasley
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Yaoi is cheaper than crack. Bye byes!!
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Chills...
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Yaoi is cheaper than crack. Bye byes!!
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Yaoi is cheaper than crack. Bye byes!!
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Chills...
cool avatar.
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Well I'd love to stay and chat, but you're a total bitch.
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