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Recovery -
It's funny how a learned response works, seeing your post and having it fire a thousand well-worn synaptic pathways, already my mind leaping upon possible avenues of theme bonding, and I stopped. I got up, went for a walk around the DataCenter(I'm at work), pounded the ground with my feet, picked up some trash on the floor and sat down again. you ( Read more... ) -
Holy Order of Eagles III: The case of the Missing Thing(s)!
The idle specter drifted lazily over his grave, peering about the cemetery, meandering about in a lax manner. He truly had no purpose other than to enjoy the chill winter air, as fall reluctantly gave way to winters’ stead. Quietly a demure, respectfully dressed female with long brown tresses entered the graveyard, approaching the specter, not with ( Read more... ) -
HurkenLurkenLopilis
Lauren narrowed her eyes and gazed directly into the eyes of her adversary. She snarled, exposing her teeth and saying “You are disgusting and dirty” Jake, her dog looked at her quizzically and resumed begging for the food she was currently eating. Alan looked and Paul and they both chuckled at Laurens consistent, and unrelenting animal abuse. At ( Read more... ) -
Holy Order of Eagles II: G.A.G.
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Cold War Part II
Dec. 29th, 1944. Paul awoke with a blistering headache. The last thing he remembered was putting down a rather vicious organization of baby-smuggling run by Commies somewhere in the god forsaken broken lands of Kansas. All they have out there is wheat, goddammit! He cleared his head and went over to Dick Clark’s mansion, to help him prepare for New ( Read more... ) -
Crusades and I
Paul sat astride his grey war charger and looked over to the horizon. The dark line that sat there, bathed in the fiery glow of the setting sun, were the Seljuk Turks. Or if you wanted to simply things, they were ‘the Muslims’ the ‘heathens’ or simply, ‘the bad guys.’
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Torrential Rain, jagged forks of lightning, two shadows running parallel towards the horizon. It's me and me again - I'm trying to get past myself to some sort of shadowy objective and I have to stop myself before I destroy it. or Let myself steal it from me ( Read more... ) -
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it's good news this time as I travel to the village, dancing between gravestones on my way through the resting gardens, I'm chortling to myself at jokes the robins and I share - they are such amicable fellows. I'm skipping through the verdant fields, and the sun is bright on my face - I feel like the last of winter is chuckling and slapping me on ( Read more... ) -
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a subtle sigh escapes my lips again. i apologize it's not you, it's me. I used to be fascinated by ancient rituals and the sad, lonely things your shamans used to tell you - since then my thoughts have settle on other things in the last two thousand years. apologies. god created you in his image, but with free will, yet, cause of such free will, ( Read more... ) -
Torn Sutures
All that's left is movement. sorry ( Read more... )