Hey ThereI wrote a story for tafe that i just put up and haven't really been doing anything interesting.
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The Blood SeerThe Will’s of Fate SagaThe Blood Seer
Book I: The Shadowed Stone
Chapter I: The Blood Seer
The stars that filled the night’s 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
by ~JerryShepherd
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
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His Picked PoisonA man sits at his table and takes a breath from his cigarette. The smoke travels through his throat a poison he won’t 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
by ~JerryShepherd
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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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You Are Bound By The Limits Of Your Imagination
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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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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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