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Dressed Up as Life--Part 1Nicholas awoke with a splitting headache. The sound of metal on metal grinding together screeched in time with the pounding in his head. Slowly, he opened his eyes. A glaring light forced him to immediately close them again. He let out a small groan, turning his head away from the pervasive glow. It was like moving through molasses.Dressed Up as Life--Part 1
Ah. You are up. Is good, a harsh, sharp voice pierced through the clamor. You sleep long. Is for best. How you feel now? It sounded bored, as though its owner didnt actually care and was only asking as a matter of course. Nick tried to open his eyes


Shards of a Broken Mind 1Chantz looked at his friend happily, Well, Chantz regarded him as a friend, anyway. Who knew what Declan thoughtif he thought anything at all. Occasionally, Chantz wondered if perhaps they shouldn't have taken away his new friend's memories. Only occasionally though. Thinking about that sort of thing only brought painful thoughts and emotions, ones he wasn't prepared to deal with. He knew he'd have to face them eventually, but at the same time thought little of it. Shoved back in the corners of his mind, he was incapable of handling even that.Shards of a Broken Mind 1
So he distracted himself. It wasn't very hard. During the day he slept, and at ni


Visions in the MistBranches caught on his clothes, which he could ignore easily. When they caught on the small bundle he carried, however, he paused to extract them from the fabric. The child he carried never cried, never moved. Just slowly breathed. Faint. Labored.Visions in the Mist
Ayer wiped the rain from his face, trying to see the direction he needed to go. He was sure he was still on the path, if only because it was moderately easier to move now then when he had wandered. Therewas it his imagination, or did there seem to be a thinning to the seemingly endless forest? He hoped he was not imagining things. The child could not last much longer, particularly


Leveling Up RewriteYou Are Not Going To Level Up TodayLeveling Up Rewrite
No one was awake when I came home, which suited me just fine. I didn't want to have to play Twenty Questions as to why I came home so late. It wasn't quite midnight, so it didn't matter anyway, I was well within my curfew. I had been at a friend's house and we had played a video gameFatal Frame. It was about a young girl trapped in a haunted mansion, searching for her brother who had disappeared two weeks earlier. The graphics were good, and it had an oddly engaging storyline. Extremely creepy, as you find out the house is basically built over the mouth of Hell, and the family had to par
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