

untitledThe space between Cory's shoes and the bottoms of his pants, which dragged the ground, were as empty as he felt at times. He was a shadow. A dark observer in the distance. And where he walked, light dare not follow. He was a true nihilist. Nothing he could accomplish would matter, and everything he could think to try, would fail; only adding to his sorrow. As he woke up, pulling on the nearest pair of black pants and his favorite Deftones concert shirt, he would wrack his mind for something that he could change. Anything he would be able to control. As he fell back on his bed in a thump for a few moments peace before school, his muntitled
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Sleep, those little slices of Death, how I loathe them. ~Edgar Allen Poe
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"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"
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<_< ...has been known to be Greek from time to time... >_>
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Stazi finally got her works uploaded^^
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Virtual Conception
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The true writer shines his soul, in all of its colors, on the page and then refracts the colors into one unified light; later the reader takes that unified light and refracts it with the prism of his own soul which bends the light like only his soul can.
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Der leere Wunsch, die Zeit zwischen dem Begehren und dem Erwerben des Begehrten vernichten zu können, ist Sehnsucht.
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current WIP: [link]
any and all critiques are greatly appreciated, especially on WIPs
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current WIP: [link]
any and all critiques are greatly appreciated, especially on WIPs
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