NeoShera

Wren stood on the balcony, observing the trees and forest below, it was a wondrous thing seeing the forest and river in the brilliance of dawn, and it calmly lifted the deathly shadows that were ever present on the land. Wren sighed deep, trying to take it in. Soft hands ran down his back, they seemed to coo at the aching of his muscles, he felt at ease, and relaxed. He smiled broadly, and yet spoke softly "good morning Vytara" he closed his eyes, unable to think of anything else. "Good Morning" spoke a voice of which paralled the hands on his back in delicacy. He then found himself being turned around by an unseen force, to which he now

President Nixon met himself in the middle of the night. Caught himself with all that fright. Looked out and saw the discomfort and ease. It's not who he wanted to please. I look at you and from the bottom of my heart I am sorry. You shake my hand, and kill me anyways. I didn't know I was a coward this whole time. Why don't I understand what everyone wants. President Nixon, met himself in the middle of the night. Gave himself a terrible fright. I forgot what season it was... Am I excused?

"I think...I think, I don't like this." There comes a time in your life where you have to embrace growing up. You have to embrace that war isn't some fantasy, and that death is something that ever stalks you. There's a time where the world does not have time for you pesky feelings, or your pesky dictions, and you are used as seen fit. Once again, I say that you are have to embrace such things. Embrace...what is the meaning of embrace? Oh well, I don't think you even think it matters...but then I'm not you. In all the things that could've happened in my small life, being abducted is not precisely one of the things I particularly had in mind.

Late and Late. I want to leave here. The weight of the mammoths will stay here. and If you feel any worse, pour more coffee on it. Everything will be better then. And we will be braver then we were before. and if you can't be cohesive enough, then you pour coffee on it, and hope for the best. And if the night kills you, then I guess they'll call it suicide. With their big fancy paperwork, and oversized egos. I saw how to operate but I guess I stopped there. And if the night kills me, we can say it was the knight who hails from England. Carrying around his big fancy axe he slaughtered all of your best friends for no reason. If thi

No You Can't meet them. They are too beautiful for you. No you can't beat them. They are too strong for you. No you can't greet them. They will bind you. They are snakes and you are the smallest mouse to never grace this earth. They will hunt you down. To the very edge of your dreams you will live with this regret. Do not spoil yourself with tears. That is a pleasure you can't afford. Watch as their world fades from your memory. Your heart is a million pieces. Where you left it? I could never guess. My mind is not a thousand flaming trees. That's ok. Lights, they fall out of the sky. The magic falls with them. Into the earth we de