I wrote a story for tafe that i just put up and haven't really been doing anything interesting.
Till next time.


The Blood SeerThe Wills of Fate SagaThe Blood Seer
Book I: The Shadowed Stone
Chapter I: The Blood Seer
The stars that filled the nights sky, which shimmer like diamonds against the darkness were for once being ignored by the villagers of Melcar, who did not look to the heavens that night because of the wonders that were so near the ground. The traveling circus of Lucris had reached the humble village and thrown the small community into awe. Fire breathers created spiraling serpents through their flames, magicians made illusions that fooled the keenest of eyes and there were creatures at the show that many t


A Tick, Tock HeartA Heart that Beats with a Tick and a Tock.A Tick, Tock Heart
Throughout the crowded workshop whose inhabitants were clocks a tall, thin, old man paced through his second home ignoring the endless and deafening sound of thousands of beating mechanical hearts. Shelf upon shelf the massive room was filled, with each carrying hundreds of well crafted mementos of passing time. Every one was unique and the likes of which none had ever seen. Some were shaped like trees that kept the time through the changing colour of their mechanical leaves; others imitated the ocean, moon and stars always willing to please. The only thing that each clock shared was tha


His Picked PoisonA man sits at his table and takes a breath from his cigarette. The smoke travels through his throat a poison he wont let rest. It fills his lungs and soothes his rotting chest. He feels relief as he quickens his death. He opens his mouth and the smoke escapes on his breath. It travels through the air infecting his nearby friends. He could no longer remember what its like not to be out of breath. This man was only twelve when he tried his first cigarette. And after fifty years of smoking he dies of a cardiac arrest.His Picked Poison
Fab Four

Wild Flower Crimes When I crush the head of a clover bloom, the scent carries me to that far off field where my weed battered knees cut trails by the blackberry bush. Where the old man let us feast on his jam flavored crop of wild fruit, and told us tales of when his hair was crowned with dandelion fluff. Where the overhead hum of power lines cursing the heat of summer was the only thread we used to find our way back home. Where the king of the day was crowned based upon who found the biggest possum skull, or smashed the tallest crawdad hole; swearing he fought off its occupant, who wWild Flower Crimes
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You Are Bound By The Limits Of Your Imagination
© A Soap_dish \ Mi|kboNz Production ... Something With "TEETH"
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I am a dreamer.
That's all I'll ever be.
But being a dreamer is a dangerous thing.
Because when a dreamer dreams.
They dream of things that could never come to be.
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Proud member of D/d.U.T.R.T.W.O.C.H.S.
(Designers/developers United To Rid The Web Of "Click Here" Syndrome)
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JDT
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Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. -Heb. 11:1
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
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choices:
a) write your way out of it
b) outweight your right to it
c) write it out outright
d) out your right way to it
e) "you're really out of it"
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