La Vision--"Había una gran calzada frente a mi, y a ambos lados de esta había pedestales de lo que debieron haber sido en algún momento estatuas enormes. Recuerdo que caminaba por la calzada hasta que esta terminaba en lo que parecían ser las ruinas de un gran templo; con puertas el triple de altas que yo, y al entrar volteaba y en las paredes había muchas estatuas, a las cuales ya no sé les distinguía detalle alguno. Y en el techo restos de lo que debía ser una pintura.La Vision
Caminaba por el pasillo central hasta llegar a un altar, pero el altar no tenía la estatua de ningún dios ni Mek; sin em
The Westermost DoorTravel to the lands of the dream, you dreamer, you seeker.The Westermost Door
Challenge the thousand gods sons of the night, fly with them. The original dark angels, messengers of sorrow and insanity.
Dare to seek your deepest fears, dare to meet the demons inside you.
No divinity is greater, that the one that speaks while you are in sleep. No land is more terrifying, that the one hidden after the westernmost door.
Only three had returned alive, only one has has returned with health. The rest lay buried, with unspeakable horror writt
Thomas Epic Tale, Chap. 1Behold you mortals, cause you're 'bout to read the tale of Thomas, son of a god...Thomas Epic Tale, Chap. 1
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (kind of 12 plane hours) was born a child that had the mark of the gods (a flaw with the shape of a flower on the right butt, to be precise), which brought great happiness to almost all the people in town (the mother's husband was kind of... jealous). This kid was destined to accomplish great deeds from which us, troubadours, could write the most lucrative tales and songs (and with some luck inspire movies). The boy was named Thomas, for reasons nobody knows (maybe that The Who's poster has something to do.
Antes del viajeMi madre recorre de un lado al otro la casa, mi hermana encerrada en su cuarto prepara sus maletas, porque mañana en la madrugada nos vamos de viaje. Serán nueve días en el norte del pais, visitaremos a esos parientes que solo vemos una vez al año. Espero escribir, espero leer, espero soñar, espero tener tiempo para descansar. No se cuanto tiempo soportare la interacción con toda esa gente que apenas y conozco, seguramente será tachado de antisocial con mi libro en una mano y cargando de un hombro mi mochila con mas libros y un cuaderno para escribir mis ideas, pero no me importa, prefiero ser recordado comoAntes del viaje
The ForgottenThe ForgottenThe Forgotten
In the many ages of the war between Tartarus and Ellisia, some of the warriors on both sides deserted and thus imprisoned in tombs of obsidian deep beneath the pacific. There they raged, the forgotten of Demon and Angel. The deserters of the armies of horn and ivory slowly melded into one. Though their kingdoms be banished to the Dreamscape, and no such malicious or benevolent eyes watch over Terra anymore, the Forgotten remain, awaiting the day to exact revenge on the ones who caused the war: Man.
-Extract from the Book of Lost Souls, by the Dark Priest Mar Tinbrow
Diary of Tom Archer &nbs
Lucifer's Tale - PrologueIn the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the spirit of God was over the waters. And God said; “Let there be light” and a small cluster of angels materialised instantly and screwed in the necessary 10000 Watt bulb, and there was light. I, Lucifer, was one of those angels. And my job was to be God’s leader of the Judoccon, one of the higher choirs of angels. It was a pretty sweet job, and only occasionally did our antics get noticed by the characters created by The Lord himself; ever wondered why there’s an eclipse every 70 oLucifer's Tale - Prologue
Heart of GlassGo on, girl, keep on walking Wipe away the tears that won't stop flowing Cover up the red stripes on your arms, keep going Walk through all the memories Listen to the screaming silence Fists upon the steering wheel You're scared of him again Wait until the time comes To trip him with his own words To stab his back when he's off guard And make him feel the pain of every heart of glass he threw onto the hardwood floorHeart of Glass
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7/27: It's Emily's Birthday!
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When a thousand challenges face you, and you have to pull the thousand and first trick out of your hat, sometimes you find the hat empty.
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"I'm not a stalker, i just want you for me and no-one else"
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"I'm not a stalker, i just want you for me and no-one else"
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I could choose only one style and one genre... but that would be reducing my freedom, which it's simply... stupid.
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"I'm not a stalker, i just want you for me and no-one else"
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