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Something I wrote with a little twist on words and adding some of my own personal jargon and made up words, something ethereal inspired me to write this.
Orphaned at birth and raised in a hostile foreign land, Sterling must journey across Taaneri to find her origins and help save her people from the evils that surround them. With the help of the Veillen Warriors Sterling must push back the demons of Abaddon and stop the Severon from their quest...
I will not let you down. I promise, I'll be different. Trust in me because I will give everything for you. My being is yours and to the heavens I proclaim it so. Forever shall I rest in the unsettling unknown before I forsake you. I am transforming for you. Into what I would be. Into what I am.
By Luna Emerson
Love conquers all
Poetry | Updated May 29, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Rachelle Rassmussen
A girl finds that her memories have deserted her.
Angels' realmâ€”a human lost his love; he couldn't fight it, so he seeks help from both humans and elemental beings only to achieve a Pyrrhic victoryâ€”is a highly superlative story. The story revolves around a human, who lost his dream-girl (girlfriend) to an angel in angels'...
A human lost his love; he couldn't fight it so he seeks help from both humans an elemental beings only to achieve a Pyrrhic victory.
Magic flows in his blood.
His blood is the last of it's kind in the entire world.
To a mass serial killer of magical people, spilling Dean's blood is irresistible.
What if a secret magical society really did exist in the world today? How would they remain hidden? How would they sustain...
This is a short ode to my darling, presented to her last valentines day.
Poetry | Updated Aug 3, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Inre Demoner
A short poem about broken dreams and one last hope
The clean, crisp autumn air stirs as you hear a rustle in the night. Footsteps as light as a cat's streak through the undergrowth, the wild scent of the ferns mingling with the scent of living beasts. The moon silently watches over you as you see...
A poem about my current emotions.
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.