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Rarune Chapter 4Chapter 4: The Conspiracy Within
Ballisk looked around again. He was trying to find the PA who was hiding around here. Rashiel had contacted him telepathically to tell him that a Pure Alchemist was tracking them but it did not help that Ballisk was quite far away. The Darkos member knew he was near. He had to not let his intentions be known. He used a small pen and drew a miniature Vicarion underneath an ambassadors desk. Ballisk figured that should open up a big enough portals to attract the Pure Alchemists attention and thus make him expose himself.
Rashiel had a bit of a problem blending in. His talons stuck out underneath his clothes. He was too on-edge to withdraw them. He knew he was being tracked by a Pure Alchemist. He had no idea who was tailing him but he sensed it. Those were the eyes of a predator lurking for its prey. It was especially a peculiar feeling for Rashiel. Used to a course of being a predator, his common delicacy was humans del
The Vampiric EmbraceThe Vampiric Embrace
By: Adam Rose
The bells toll silently on the haunted hills of the United States, overlooked by an ancient breed of those deemed as monsters. Even in the present day, the pain bared by sunlight still haunting those forever never to roam the morning sun. But even in such terrible circumstance, the youth ordained at whatever age they had been bit, were not forgot. But merely it would now be only fortune to suppress the majestic qualities of these brethren.
Some have grown up hearing stories of monsters in the closet, under the bed and the modern world has seen a plethora of movies with monsters and scary things in it. But many never think these things would be real, on the contrary, they are very real; as it should be known, the vampire prince is in the process of being married to a mortal.
Never assume the prince of vampires has never desired her life blood. In fact, the soft white of a very stubborn roommate, Krista, has tempted him nothing less than the o
21 Claps: Dead SoldierMy hopes were depleted,
With my wailing sisters cry,
A heart borne of guilt,
Id breathe out in exasperation,
But these wounds wont permit me,
To let me live on the outside.
I watched my comrades,
Whose hearts were strained,
Look at my body,
And go away into rage.
I remember the Sunday of 2005,
When a bomb ended this comrades life.
I remember it well,
As far as I can tell,
It was painless,
At least thats what I remember.
I mourn the day of 2005,
Cause it is the reason,
I no longer am alive.
As much as wishes can make you well,
Without my body,
Only my spirit will dwell.
I pray for Sarah,
As she comes home tonight.
I hope she bars herself from that knife.
I know her arms and her wrists are sore,
Sarah, please, strike yourself no more.
I saw Sarah once again,
She knelt down and writhed in agony once again.
If only my body had still kept its grace,
Would I be there to hold her face,
And tell her that it wasnt over.
I looked down at C
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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