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melon drops and battleaxesIt was a beautiful day.melon drops and battleaxes
The sky was as blue as her eyes, the clouds looked as soft as her skin. Around the grass gleamed with the dew and the flowers were just starting to perk up. The horizon was as red as her blood and as it spilled all over her apartment, the light crept over buildings.
The man in the brown suit pulled at his cuffs. Reaching into his pocket his pulled out a package of cigarettes and carefully placed on at his mouth. Grabbing his lighter he shielded his smoke from the slight morning breeze and inhaled a blue cloud of tobacco. Replacing both the lighter and the package into the left pocket of his j


Unhappily Ever AfterI stare at them with silent, accusing eyes.Unhappily Ever After
Blood drips steadily from the tips of my knives onto the luxurious carpet, staining the soft white fabric a deep crimson colour.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The red matches all the red dots on my body, targets for the guns of the soldiers who surround me. They stare at me behind their face masks with accusing eyes. They whisper into their radios and yet they do not move.I have not moved from my crouched position, but the feralness has left my eyes. By hair swirls around me in a rainbow of colours, moved by a soundless wind and even though I know the outcome of this even


The Fall and Rise of a HeroWhy wont he die?The Fall and Rise of a Hero
The monster callously watches the human man pick up his sword and charge forward to the next wave. He ducks, moves back, parries and thrusts his sword deep into the belly of his opponent. Again the monster notches another arrow and lets it fly. And the human is stunned again (the monster wishes the human would just lie down now, it is clear that he isnt going to survive this encounter) but continues the battle. Once again the human picks up his sword and looks towards the enemy with a snarl. The monster reaches for another arrow.
Why wont he die?
Boromir knows that thi


There is Weakness is MenThey are weak, Elrond says to himself. Weak and foolish and so hopelessly frail. The race of men will not survive this war and he wonders how it will happen. His race are leaving and soon there will be none of them left to protect the humans. The ancient halls of the Firstborn will decay into nothing and the memory of his people will fade until they are only remnants of ages long since passed. The dwarves will not be too far behind he thinks, even now the dwarves numbers are dwindling. They may think that they are indestructible but Elrond knows better. The halls of the dwarves are known to everyone and after Moria, and Elrond feels a chill rThere is Weakness is Men
| Briefly? I'm not you to start with, I'm me and that's probably a good thing. If I was a clone of you then we'd have some problems... problems that lead to things like zombie apocalypses and racist dragons and everyone drinking tea together at high noon. But I'm glad you're you and I'm me because it's ever so wonderful to meet all of you. The world is more interesting with individuals in it. ...I'm apparently funny and love cat napping. |

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