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The Usurper's Domino“Father?” The young woman spoke, her eyes glazed over. A figured shrouded in mist stood on the other side of the bank of the stream next to her, his eyes were pleading.The Usurper's Domino
“My Ophelia… I have been wronged.” The hollow wispy voice of the spirit spoke out in little more than a whisper. It took a step forward towards the rushing stream. As his mouth opened once more as if to speak, a lone stream of blood pool out of his lip, running down his chin to drip slowly from it. Drip….drip….drip… The lush green grass underneath became stained in crimson.
“Father…” Ophelia trie
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Mr. Richard's Lawn(full title) The Annual Attempted Massacre of Mr. Richard’s LawnMr. Richard's Lawn
I’ve never cried so hard. I survive, but my neighbour beside me is dying. The top of his head is cut off; I’m not sure if he’ll make it. Clear light green liquid comes from his scalp and he tries to talk to me. I’m not without wounds. I’m severed almost in half. That same light green liquid oozes from my side, but I’ll be okay. I’ve had worse. I bend over him, but he bends the same way mimicking my movements so he’s out of reach. I hear it, the screams of all my companions over the loud roaring of the giant harvest
by ~Odin945
An Omniscient Grain of SandI’m a single grain of sand, being tossed away in the wind, longing to be put down to be with my others. But the wind says “no”, and continues to carry me above the rest, showing me the shuffling and churning of the others like me. I’m alone, but I can see things others can’t. Every so often I bump into another grain of sand and for a moment we are blown in the same direction. We look at each other briefly as this happens, but we don’t talk. There’s nothing to say. So eventually we break apart and are alone once again. It’s fine, it’s how we would prefer things. I see a group of me, being tossed inAn Omniscient Grain of Sand
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The Corporate Vampire“And this will be your station.”The Corporate Vampire
He sat down at the desk. The typewriter was like nothing he had ever seen before. Each key struck out and narrowed like a pin. There was a man behind the desk next to his, old and wrinkled, his skin was paper-thin and his veins throbbed out against the white backdrop. The typewriter he was using clicked away as he recorded the necessary information.
Ting!
Ssscchhhhhrrrrip!
His eyes were hollow crevices full of murky repetitious thought. As the man typed away, each key stuck into his finger and drew a little blood as though he were testing his diabe
by ~Odin945
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you do realize we are now SUPER friends. facebook and now deviantart friends.
anywho, my stuff isn't that great, it's a fun past time but i definitly don't claim to be a great writer or anything ok?
now hurry up and post some stuff!
So don't worry, because I won't do any of those things.
there are some grammatical errors though, it's the second last draft sooooooo yeah...hope you enjoy it in any case.
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