Devon turned over in his dimly lit tent. His mind drifted over the events that had brought him to where he now was. He had never known Balragas' information to be false, but for the spirit key to have been called back into the realm of the living? That was almost too much for Devon. Not to mention the demonness, or at least the reports of one. ( Read more... )

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Spelling, whoopidy doodidy doo, like I would ever give a flying fuck about how I spell. I mean who the fuck does she think she is, super intela-masta-writa? Bah, I don’t need her advice I’ll follow my own goddamn rules, that’s what everyone successful seems to do anyway. What would I do following every single construction? And that’s not even ( Read more... )

Devon's senses tingled as he tried to focus his power, to use the spirits to see what was coming. But it was useless. The thing, whatever it was, was moving to fast to be seen by the spirits. Everytime he got a fixed vision of it, all he caught was a dark blur as it drove ever closer. It was then that Devon realized it was coming straight for his ( Read more... )

Devon hurried his pace to catch up to the Headmaster. The headmaster seemed to walk with a labored stride. His gaze fell downward as he continued "Devon, this war has been hard on all of us ( Read more... )

Sara's face turned a bright red and she turned away trying to hide. The teacher, Mrs. Stalin, quickly walked over and touched the metal statue. It instantly turned back into the iron block it been before. Devon gave her a haphazard smile and she shook her head. "Devon please try to keep your mind in decent places while in my class." Devon ( Read more... )

hoy hoy everyone that would ever take teh time to read my sorry sorry little page. I have been very sidetracked as you can tell but have decided to start writing up again, I know everyone thats read what I've done up untill now prolly wants a continueation but I need to revise what Ive done already and make room for some subplots and add some ( Read more... )

Promptly at 8:30 A.M. the plane scheduled to fly to Iraq arrived in the Chicago airport. It pulled in to refuel and to pick up its passengers for its next voyage. The people about to board the aircraft waited quietly for the clerk to announce to them that the plane would soon begin boarding. Little did the passengers know that among them was a ( Read more... )

Hello everyone its been awhile I know and in this instance I think its ok for me to speak for myself just to say im going to be rewriting the last chapters for 2 reasons: 1 so everyone that wishes to read gets brought up to speed and 2 so that I can implement a few more of my ideas into my previous writing. Hope you enjoy.
-Rage