Last Updated Apr 09, 2016
Schisms again :( on hold
As many may know my computer broke
I recently bought a new one an have to find out that a portion of my story has been lost in my old computer.
I will try to get that info back or try to recreate what I had written initially.
In the mean time I may be adding another story on here who knows
I believe that the words of men who speak from the depths of their souls about the way a life should be lived are simply stated opinion spoken with a profundity that allows those to fearful to think for themselves to grasp hold of a rope dangled close enough to their hands that they can get a hold of it with little effort and never have to let go.
Death is a wonderful sort of release for those types, they will never be happy becuase there will always be form of success that they are too fearful to have, even if they do not realise.
I have no such fears.....I am not alive, I am not real and so I cannot die.
I am of the depths that no can reach, where the reality is a mass of different universe folded atop one another, and occurances all happen with different laws and in different way at different times and the result is never the same.
I have died
and now I burn
I have died and soon you will die too
The Lady of the Storm (Shadastorm120)
Die for me
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I am Kossette I am a weaver of fables, I am A teller tales, I will foretell to you things of which have happened in times long past and things of which have not happened, only in your plane of existence. I write of myths and I write of legends. I write of Gods and Angels and demons and things. I write to you atrocities and abominations and all types of grotesquities. I write of things that never were within a nothingness that has always been. I know of times that we have never forgot though our existence has been unscathed by it's blade despite it's hands shaping our very universe. I write of love, of lust, and the darkness that shines within the light. I know of those things, those supposed men so close to man's realm that with each muttered word their breathe wafts sublty into ones nostril, so close that to be touched yet so far to be yet unseen. I know of those that know of the unknown yet are unknown in and of themselves and I know of things that one cannot believe. I write of the death of the Carpathious Gods and I know the whereabouts of the many fragmants of the immortal beast Gorboth. I know of all the Kings of the Severed Realm. I have heard and recorded the throughts of Agoloath the might and the Great God Efavore and I have resisted the charms of The everlast whore Ezmartha. I've broken a pact with Argonavore and wrote a ballad for the war of the Great immortal kind and I watched as two of the three God slayers did battle. I Write of many things and many times and many realms I write of the Verse of Abraxis and Abelel and I pray that you please enjoy the words.
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