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Demons 4 - Wicked Charity

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Demons 4 - Wicked Charity

    Thursday, 18th of April 2019    Owen woke slowly, his consciousness rising to the light as if through syrup. The first sense to return was his sense of touch: He felt the ice-cold stone floor, his aching and stiff muscles. Next was his hearing: The sound of the wind rushing in through an open door. The rest of his senses came crashing into his consciousness rapidly after. The smell of burnt wood, the sight of the empty hall, devoid of any life and finally the arid taste of his dry tongue. Slowly we sat up. Bright morning light streamed into the emptied hall through large windows close to the ceiling. Owen groaned silently.    “I f
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Demons 3 - Fair Haven

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Demons 3 - Fair Haven

    Wednesday, 17th of April 2019    His heartbeat was thundering in his ears. Owen did not know where he was headed, nor did he know exactly where he was. He only knew that he had to get as far away from his brother’s chapel and the men inside as possible. He couldn’t even tell why he was so scared, there was no logical reason behind it, but his instinct drove him away as fast as he could go.    “Better look where you are going, I wouldn’t like you breaking your own neck.”    Owen ignored the voice for now. All that mattered was running, and after that, running some more. He was panting heavily, clawing fo
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Demons 2 - ...and into the Fire

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Demons 2 - ...and into the Fire

    Tuesday, 16th of April 2019    Owen woke with a start. He couldn’t quite remember what his dream was about moments ago, but still the images of blood and death remained. As he threw away the sweat stained covers and swung his legs out of his bed he was panting heavily. He knew that this kind of dreams would haunt him for the rest of his life. He had heard stories of soldiers, who had gone insane over the time because they could not forget the images of what they had done and seen. Most of them ended up dead either shot by themselves or by the police after some crime. Owen knew that he would end the same if he didn’t get hims
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Demons Prologue - Hell

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Demons 1 - Out of the frying pan...

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Demons 1 - Out of the frying pan...

    Monday, 15th of April 2019    When the loading ramp of the Lockheed C-130 cargo plane lowered itself onto the heated tarmac of the runway, Owen grabbed his back-pack with most of his belongings and prepared to leave his old life behind. To leave the flames of hell, which he had lived through, behind for good. Or so he thought.    “Give it time,” that’s what they said, “Your wounds will heal, as will your soul.”    Owen could tell when someone was lying to him, he knew that what he had seen that day damaged him beyond repair and whenever he let his thoughts wander too carelessly he could still see them.
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4 - Hide and Seek

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3 - About the Old and the Young

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3 - About the Old and the Young

   Julian’s eyes snapped open and he stared at the ceiling of the cabin. He knew that something wasn’t as it should be, but in his sleep addled mind he couldn’t quite tell what it was. Suddenly he was wide awake. The sound of an engine disturbed the complete silence of the nightly forest. Julian jumped out of the bed, almost getting tangled up in his blankets and grabbed his knife. Cautiously he opened the door to the hut a crack and peeked into the dark night. The clouds blocked the light of the stars and moon, so it was almost too dark to even see the trees, but as suddenly as the noise had appeared it disappeared again. A
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2 - Alive is a Life

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2 - Alive is a Life

   Julian jumped out of the bus and onto the poorly asphalted street. For a brief moment he stared at the passing clouds and imagined how he would fly up there and leave this cursed school and everything else behind. Still he knew that it was an impossible whish and so he sighed and returned to reality. The bus drove on, but Julian didn’t care and didn’t even turn around to watch it leave. He had no friends at school and didn’t need any. The people in his class were all as ignorant as the next guy down the road. All of them believed to be mature and everyone who thought otherwise was permanently branded an idiot. None of the
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Impending Doom

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Demons 4 - Wicked Charity

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Demons 4 - Wicked Charity

    Thursday, 18th of April 2019    Owen woke slowly, his consciousness rising to the light as if through syrup. The first sense to return was his sense of touch: He felt the ice-cold stone floor, his aching and stiff muscles. Next was his hearing: The sound of the wind rushing in through an open door. The rest of his senses came crashing into his consciousness rapidly after. The smell of burnt wood, the sight of the empty hall, devoid of any life and finally the arid taste of his dry tongue. Slowly we sat up. Bright morning light streamed into the emptied hall through large windows close to the ceiling. Owen groaned silently.    “I f
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Demons 3 - Fair Haven

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Demons 3 - Fair Haven

    Wednesday, 17th of April 2019    His heartbeat was thundering in his ears. Owen did not know where he was headed, nor did he know exactly where he was. He only knew that he had to get as far away from his brother’s chapel and the men inside as possible. He couldn’t even tell why he was so scared, there was no logical reason behind it, but his instinct drove him away as fast as he could go.    “Better look where you are going, I wouldn’t like you breaking your own neck.”    Owen ignored the voice for now. All that mattered was running, and after that, running some more. He was panting heavily, clawing fo
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Demons 2 - ...and into the Fire

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Demons 2 - ...and into the Fire

    Tuesday, 16th of April 2019    Owen woke with a start. He couldn’t quite remember what his dream was about moments ago, but still the images of blood and death remained. As he threw away the sweat stained covers and swung his legs out of his bed he was panting heavily. He knew that this kind of dreams would haunt him for the rest of his life. He had heard stories of soldiers, who had gone insane over the time because they could not forget the images of what they had done and seen. Most of them ended up dead either shot by themselves or by the police after some crime. Owen knew that he would end the same if he didn’t get hims
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Demons 1 - Out of the frying pan...

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Demons 1 - Out of the frying pan...

    Monday, 15th of April 2019    When the loading ramp of the Lockheed C-130 cargo plane lowered itself onto the heated tarmac of the runway, Owen grabbed his back-pack with most of his belongings and prepared to leave his old life behind. To leave the flames of hell, which he had lived through, behind for good. Or so he thought.    “Give it time,” that’s what they said, “Your wounds will heal, as will your soul.”    Owen could tell when someone was lying to him, he knew that what he had seen that day damaged him beyond repair and whenever he let his thoughts wander too carelessly he could still see them.
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Demons Prologue - Hell

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4 - Hide and Seek

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3 - About the Old and the Young

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3 - About the Old and the Young

   Julian’s eyes snapped open and he stared at the ceiling of the cabin. He knew that something wasn’t as it should be, but in his sleep addled mind he couldn’t quite tell what it was. Suddenly he was wide awake. The sound of an engine disturbed the complete silence of the nightly forest. Julian jumped out of the bed, almost getting tangled up in his blankets and grabbed his knife. Cautiously he opened the door to the hut a crack and peeked into the dark night. The clouds blocked the light of the stars and moon, so it was almost too dark to even see the trees, but as suddenly as the noise had appeared it disappeared again. A
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2 - Alive is a Life

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2 - Alive is a Life

   Julian jumped out of the bus and onto the poorly asphalted street. For a brief moment he stared at the passing clouds and imagined how he would fly up there and leave this cursed school and everything else behind. Still he knew that it was an impossible whish and so he sighed and returned to reality. The bus drove on, but Julian didn’t care and didn’t even turn around to watch it leave. He had no friends at school and didn’t need any. The people in his class were all as ignorant as the next guy down the road. All of them believed to be mature and everyone who thought otherwise was permanently branded an idiot. None of the
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1 - Thrown Inside

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FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.

BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad.

FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.

BEST FRIENDS: Would sit next to you saying, "Damn we messed up.... but man that was fun!"

FRIENDS: Never see you cry.

BEST FRIENDS: Have a wet shoulder from you tears.

FRIENDS: Barrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.

BEST FRIENDS: Keep your stuff for so long they forget it is yours.

FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.

BEST FRIENDS: Could write a book about you complete with quotes, but would never actually do it.

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if the crowd is doing it.

BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd that left you.

FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.

BEST FRIENDS: Will come in and say, "I'm Home!"

FRIENDS: Will scold the person who was mean to you.

BEST FRIENDS: Will chose between knocking them down, or knocking them out!

FRIENDS: Will read this.

BEST FRIENDS: Will steal (copy and paste) this like I did.

"FRIENDS will help you move. REAL FRIENDS help you move bodies!!!"

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Draconia

Draconia

Hi everyone! I have stumbled over something yesterday which I wanted to share with you: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/draconia/x/22964260#/ This is a game which is being developed by a small group here in Germany. I wanted to contribute to this awesome project and help it get on its way by sharing this with you all. Please have a look at it and if you are interested help the team raise the funds they need to make this game a really great thing! About the game itself: " Draconia is an open-world dragon survival game with RPG elements being made in Unreal Engine 4. Play as one of six different dragon species and take over the sky or the land. Follow the path of Taruk and uncover the story behind Draconia through quests, secret locations and various characters in single player and multiplayer mode. " ~ LeviaDraconia I hope I manage to grab at least some attention to this great project, but of course feel free to do as you please :-) Have a nice day, Gad
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Hi lads and ladies, one small update before I'm gone for the rest of the week: I will be off to Wacken Open Air! That is why I will not reply to anything until Monday the 5th.
The next chapter will be up in less than one week! Are you hyped yet? I hope so  ;)

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Thank you so much for the fav :happybounce:

I read it and I thought that there are times when I can relate to the feelings you describe there. That made it a :+fav: revamp right away

Danke für denn favo auf dir Geschichte, I do hope you'll enjoy what you read when you get around to it x3

Hoffe du hast nen großartigen Tag :D
Danke, I hope to have the time this weekend! :D
I see you're a fellow writer as well, so perhaps I'll have a glance at your gallery too x3

Wollte nur auf jeden Fall schonmal Danke sagen :D