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the princess' travels
    Once there was a princess who lived trapped in a castle. This castle was guarded by a massive red dragon, though the princes was trapped in the castle she was allowed to wander about it and soon found a library where she would spend much of her long stay in the castle. She read many books and very much enjoyed the time that she spent there regardless of her captivity. When the dragon was not out hunting she would ask him questions about the outside and talk about the books she was reading. He would tell what he knew but when she asked him why he would not allow her to leave he said simply "it is better for you here".
    Well as is stereotypical of princesses trapped in castles many knights tried to come and 'save' her from the horrible dragon. For many years none were able to best the great drake. Until one day in the early morning she awoke to the deep roar of her guardian. Stepping out onto her balcony, she saw a man dressed in what she thought was
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Literature
An early morning in the library
A hand reaches slowly across the table, it land not on an object but on the soft hair of a young girl. Her head rests on her arm as she naps peacefully in the dead silence of the library. Jason move his hand back and forth slowly across her soft hair. A slight smile creeps to his face as he turns back to his book. She had fallen asleep around ten minutes ago, understandable as it was nearly 2:00AM and they had been here all afternoon. Jason's eyes were beginning to droop as well. "well, it couldn't hurt to sleep just a little" he mumbles softly, eliciting a soft groan and a slight turn of the head from his female counterpart. They were here on a date, neither were well versed in romantic encounters so they just decided to do something they were both interested in. After a fair while of negotiations they had decided that the library would be the best place for them to go. His intent was to have her back in her dorm by 10 but that plan fell to the side as the hours dragged on a
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Literature
crossroads
I stood at a crossroads without another
Paths diverging in a hundred directions
Many lead towards you, but others strayed farther
And farther from your heart and our congregations
 
But she was not the only one
To which the paths lead
 He too stood at an apex, heaving alone his Burden
Waiting for my call to free him from his dread
 
I could not chose either
She so beautiful and he so kind
My love was doomed to wither
And so it did and I am left alone in my mind
 
She moved on to a better man, but he would never
Come to see a new love for he did not even see the last as it began to sever
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Literature
If i only had a bit more self esteem
I stood facing the classroom door. breathing deeply in an attempt to calm myself i ran the plan through my head one more time. It was almost too simple but i couldn't risk a mistake. I sighed heavily reached for the doorknob and slowly opened the door. I tried my best to act casual as i walked up to the teacher  keeping my head faced slightly away from the class. When i handed him the slip of paper i had, the danger of this whole thing came rushing back to me and i began grinding my front teeth together and hoped my face wasn't turning red because it felt like it was on fire. The teacher called out the name i had written on the pass, as soon as he had i did a quick spin and briskly walked out the door. I glanced over my shoulder and she gave me a slightly confused look, 'did she figure it out?' 'am i busted' thoughts like these rushed through my head in that instant as i passed through the door and into the hallway. 
I quickly glanced up and down the hallway and then collapse
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Literature
Fernando
    Once he had a name, it was Fernando. That isn't important anymore though, he is dead now. He also had a body, not this stupid fish body, but a real one, a human body. He should have lived a few more years to be killed in a mugging attempt, but he pissed off the wrong man.  Now he is a headless corpse of a fish slowly drifting through a river of rainwater on the side of the road, a surprisingly common sight around here. Soon he was in the sewers, quickly traveling along towards his final resting place. In the sewers he traveled from the city to a lake. Here he was expelled from the pipes and dumped into a lake.  In no time at all the carnivorous denizens of this lake had begun to fight over what was left of his mangled body. It was not long before a victor emerged, a large snapping turtle. This turtle has a story of his own to tell but that can wait for another time, perhaps after he finishes this most recent meal. Just like that Fernando’s story was over.
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Literature
Panic
    It stopped so suddenly it took everyone a moment to notice it. That the calming music that had played almost nonstop since the founding of the village suddenly went silent. Every time this had happened in the past it was not long before the whole town began to fall apart. This time was no different. The sound of smashing glass began to echo through the alleyways within seconds of me noticing it had stopped.
    I felt it too, the sudden inescapable urge to loot and to kill those who I may once have called friends. I turned to the man standing next to me, an old friend of mine, and stabbed him in the chest with my pocket knife. I felt no remorse, no fear of consequence. I was free of social limits, free to do what I wanted, whatever I wanted. I push my friend off my knife, funny how I can't remember his name even though we've been friends for 10 years already, and turn around.  All behind me people have done the same as me, stabbing or shooting those near th
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Literature
not my time
    I rubbed the flat of the blade across my wrist. I sat cross legged on the floor of the living room, I had covered the whole carpet and some of the furniture with plastic wrap so that whoever found me could clean it up easily. I sat there for a long time, admiring the blade in the sunlight streaming through the skylight. A simple kitchen knife, used it to cut a pear the day before, nothing special. Except this would be the knife I would use to finally end my life, I had tried many times before but I was sure I could do it this time. It was about 3:00 in the afternoon on a Friday, my parents wouldn't be home for at least a few more hours. As I had done every time before I thought about why I was doing this, I still couldn't find a reason. I just felt that it was something that I had to do.
    I picked up my phone in my other hand and looked at the time; it was 3:52, almost an hour had passed. I decided that I would do it as soon as the clock said four.  Seco
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Literature
On the Air
    “Hi there, I guess I should start with an introduction. My name is James, I’m 6 foot 4, and I live just outside of the town of Weather Field.” I lift my finger off the button on the mike for a moment and glance up at the, possibly nonfunctional, ‘listener-o-meter’ (LoM for short) it has moved up a little bit but I almost can't tell. I press my finger back down on the button and begin speaking into the mike again. “Anyway, while I was searching for food in the forest I ran across this old broadcasting station. Everything seems to work fine” ‘hopefully’ I think to myself. “ and I was thinking that maybe I could start up some sort of talk thing or something like that” I lift my hand from the mike and glance at the back wall of the room, it is covered in old records, CDs, and a whole bunch of strange unopenable  boxes in varying sizes but all fairly small.
     I press my
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Literature
Another Morning
    Another morning, I step out the door into another strange new place. Every day when I wake I find myself in a new place. Today I have awoken in a chair at the local inn of a town named scraytha. This is my curse, to spend all my life seeking something that I can never have. No matter where I search there has never been anyone who would join me in my travels willingly. I gave up trying to force people into it, just too hard. There are not many in this world who would abandon their families at the beck of a man who appears mad, oh there have been a few, people who have no home to return to mostly. I seem to attract people of that type, maybe it has something to do with the curse. Those people never stay with me long though, they always find someplace where they can stay and start a new home.
    I travel this world in search of one who would join me just as my mother before me, and her father before her. It started so long ago with the sudden i
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Literature
Luna and Sol
    I awake as it nears dawn. My wife has been up for some time already, almost since I went to sleep, she is odd that way. I guess you could say that we are opposites of a sort, she enjoys the night and I enjoy the day. I make our bed and head out at a leisurely pace. I’m not in a rush, I never am. Just like every other day for as long as I can remember I set out on the path around the fields. Walking this path will take me all day like it always does, as I said I am in no rush. We enjoy this monotonous lifestyle. I walk this path everyday from dawn to dusk, but my wife likes to take a day off every month or so. On that day during the night is the only time that we get to be together. It’s hard boring work but someone has to do it.
    As I start my way around the fields today I look across and see Luna about 3/4ths of the way around the field. I wave to her; she just raises her arm and gives a peace sign in response. People like to
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Literature
The song the singer sings
What is the song the singer sings
The song from which all hell rings
A song that brings the sinners back
and leaves the angels on the rack
Who dost sing this song of death
And brings the world to hells dark wr(e)ath
Where does the road we now walk lead? to lands devoid of evergreen?
And through this land will walk a man heartless, as a machine.
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Literature
rebirth
    I awoke to a dark damp place; in it was a single soft light. As I watched the light appeared to flicker. I knew this what just an illusion, but I knew not where this knowledge came from. As I drew closer to it I found it was not a torch or any light of that sort but instead a single luminescent strand hanging from the ceiling of the room. As I reached for it I felt my very skin recoil. The closer I came to it the more I felt that I would never reach it. Then I saw it, the stark white of bone, my bone, My hand! What had happened to my hand? It felt the strong when I was in the shadows but in the light it appears as the hand of a mangled corpse. I reached up to find my other hand the same, my two great hands that once wielded great swords were little but bone now in this strange light. I decided to leave this place as quickly as I could, and to put as much distanced between me and that wretched string as I could.
       
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Evo917 Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2015
Thank you for the watch~! >u<
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B3GIN Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2015  Hobbyist
Thank you very much for the watch. 
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gladius212 Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2015
it was my pleasure.
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Poki-art Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
thank you very much for the watch :))
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Kaniahlies Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2014
Aye! Happy birthday; and thank you for all your support in the past few months. It means a lot.
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gladius212 Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2014
hey, thanks. no problem.
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DylanSeto Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2014   Artist
Hey~~

Just wanted to thank you for the fave!

Also, since I'm currently focusing on music, I was wondering if you'd be interested in supporting me in that endeavor of mine?

If you are, I can link you to where you can find that stuff!
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gladius212 Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2014
Your welcome.

I might have liked to. But right now I am unable to transfer funds over the Internet.
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DylanSeto Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2014   Artist
I'm not looking for money in exchange. xD Just feedback.
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gladius212 Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2014
Oh then sure. I wouldn't mind giving feedback, can't promise it will be very good though I'm not that outspoken usually.
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