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Talk to the SeaThe breeze passed across his closed eyes streaming off and over the sheer drop, the waves whispering below. He stood with arms outstretched, leaning forward. The grass on the edge rippled in the breeze that combed through it. You’d imagine that he was thinking it would me so easy to jump, to drift off in the wind, and be free. But he wasn’t. He felt like he was already free, for the simple reason that he wasn’t insane like most adolescents seem to be. He actually enjoyed standing on the edge and thinking about the sheer beauty of the bright sea, the brown cliffs, the lush grass and the clouds that raced overhead in the clear blue sky. &Talk to the Sea
by ~aziphrael
PrideDeep in a dark cavern where the air is still and shadows move, the waters drip without making a sound, there is no one to hear them drip. A shadow moves in shadow. Black on black. There is a faint rustling of a cloak and what sounds like a continual muttering just beyond hearing. The rustling stops, the mumbling continues. Light flares out with magnesium brightness briefly illuminating a young but haggard face. The light holder gives a shrill scream and covers his eyes before the light goes out. The light returns again, much dimmer now. The illuminated face is bitter and dirty. The boy is old enough to be considered a man by some and a boy byPride
by ~aziphrael
The HuntAnth was cold. Through out his entire life he had been chilled to the bone. He sat in the large dungeon like cave which was his home. It was also his world. The water dripped endlessly off the stalactites onto the muddy rock floor. Water ran endlessly down the walls. The only light was the pathetic rays of sun that were allowed to diffuse through the holes high up above human reach. Anth could never tell if it was day or night since that light never changed as it bathed his world in perpetual twilight. Around him there were other people. Like him they were dressed in rags. Many of them moaned. Anth knew that their lives were bad but he didn’tThe Hunt
by ~aziphrael
BeautyRemember the city of Tanjung, the city of marble and gold. Its spires which reached like great lances to the sky, which glinted, glistered and flashed in the glorious sun. The city, which stood so proud, perched atop the cliffs which rose like giants out of the grassy hills and valleys. Behold the star of the north with silken banners waving in the sun. A prince marches with retainers and soldiers, acrobats and fools to those marble gates along the avenue of banners which line his entrance into this shining shimmering city. The streets are lined with happy citizens all in their rainbow clothes who shout and cheer in awestruck ecstasy as the pBeauty
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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Life could be so much more...
Of course, it's not quite as pretty now that I've ripped all the stiches out.
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Life could be so much more...
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