Terminal Ferry_A Memory Of Qainyth (Exerpt)_Vlad_All My Friends Aren't Real
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Terminal Ferry
The first thing to hit you when you step onto the train is the smell. The Sky train has its perks but the smell are not among them. Depending on the car, your buffet of aromas can include anything from B.O and foot fungus, all the way to sour milk and disinfectant. It is not the most pleasant of smells to be sure, but I have come to appreciate the breaths of fresh air awaiting those that have made the journey in the iron serpent. Today is different. Instead of taking the usual route to work or to the grocery store, today I am heading for the Ferry. Tonight I have been invited to a special ga...
A Memory Of Qainyth (Exerpt)
Golden sun rays pierced through the yellow curtains that draped over the large window in Lady Aurellia’s room. The rays glided through the window as the large brazen sun rose in the distance, until they landed softly on Lady Aurellia’s face causing her to stir from her deep sleep.Grumbling and growling, Aurellia sat up and rubbed her eyes, still trying to drag herself out of her sleep.“It’s morning already?” Aurellia thought frustrated as she sat up , scooted out of her soft four-post bed, walked over to her large window, and looked into the castle courtyard below.Aurellia was princess of Qain...
Vlad
That's the thing about this city...I just took a piss on an effin' graffiti stained wall. My life's gone to shit but I'm on an effin' ball. Im drunk as shit, got enough enough my pocket to get another beer. One for Tommy, cheers cheers cheers, cheers! Seven in my hand and seven in the clip. Around here a cig butt is a fag, don't take offense. Its a difference of a tag. I look to see the bare ass sky, the moon's butt naked. And so am I. Looks like a fang of some other effin' shit. I like to eat the kitty in the midst of my warm bliss. Its worth 60$ for a laugh and a piss. Ive got one more dolla...
All My Friends Aren't Real
www.onedoor.cc All my friends aren’t real.“Oh Daphne, I’m going to miss you most of all,” said Sarah. The crowd of fairy tale creatures appeared entirely content with this preferential sentiment because, well, it was Daphne, and Daphne and Sarah had become close friends, inseparable, were it not for the sanctimony of Grown-ups. It had taken Daphne a long time to become accustomed to Sarah’s coexistence in The Garden. Two weeks it took, which in fairy tale time signifies a lifetime. Daphne’s paper thin wings flittered behind the leaf of an overhanging fern. She had long a...