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Algo FantasticoSangue de troll na espada. Sangue de troll na armadura. Sangue de troll no cabelo e sangue de troll na boca. Podia jurar que tinha sangue de troll em todo o lado. E as pedras da gruta eram duras. Leyra abriu os olhos devagar, vendo a fogueira ainda acesa e o mago sentado junto dela, como sempre com o capuz do manto a cobrir-lhe a cabeça e a escurecer-lhe o rosto. Sentou-se e olhou em volta, vendo nada mais do que escuridão, mas o seu estômago dizia-lhe que eram horas do pequeno-almoço.Algo Fantastico3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
– Ainda falta muito, mago? – perguntou, indo até junto dele.
Abriu a mochila e tirou pão, carne fumada e um cantil co
An Artificial SoulAn Artificial Soul1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was merely four days, thirteen hours, three minutes and fifty five seconds old when my creator made me feel fear. It was a feeling most unpleasant. I may be a strong machine, made of steel with titanium alloy, coated with titanium nitride, but the way my inner workings reacted as she fell... I shouted out like… like I… cared? No, how could I?
Lying on the floor, still in obvious pain from the fall, my creator looked at me quite surprised.
- How are you, Tinker? Everything ok?
Tinker? Oh, right. My newly adjusted knees! I looked down at the clogs that made a clinking sound as they moved into place. Tink... Tink... Tink... Tink
DownfallDownfall6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's n
Sta.sh
