Prince Darius_The Crimes You Commit_Speaking to Silence_The Whispering Truth
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Prince Darius
Rough and calloused, a hairy hand slammed a knife into the wood of the table, piercing through the map. “There is no way I am going to let any scoundrel get that Eye before me! Avenly will be mine, no matter how many bodies I must bury to get there!” A gruff, nasty voice growled. In the shadows of the cabin of the ship, the captain’s dirty, sweaty face came into view. He had large, golden earrings protruding from his thick earlobes. Hidden in a bedraggled, matted beard, his yellow teeth were bared in rage. His oily hair was pulled back with a bandana, clearly showcasing his black eyepatch...
The Crimes You Commit
“You are saying to me that you are guilty of your crimes. Do you understand the punishment for what you have done is, Rowan Hart?” asked the judge.“Yes... I do.” “I am very sorry, Rowan. But according to the evidence from our witnesses, our only option left is” he paused. “is to sentence you to death.” Rowan sat in a chair, head in his cuffed hands, shoulders shaking. He knew now that what he had done was wrong, that this was what he deserved. He’d known that eventually this day would come. But he never thought it would happen so fast. He’d been assigned to hack into the government's satell...
Speaking to Silence
new moon: newwww.onedoor.cc yearWords, words, words. The ones I think, the ones I am thinking, about her. She has been the only person I have spoken to, but not through these-forms of written language. Language is bordered and hesitant, probably a trickster if you hear it from me. Words and I, we go way back, before even the tiniest bacterium swam the seas. (You wouldn’t believe how talkative trees are) People, they are fairly new to us, but it is quite an achievement for her, being the only human I’ve ever spoken to. And my, did she have a lot to say“So, Fawn. What would you never do? Like, do it on a dare...
The Whispering Truth
“You’re going to be late for your meeting, Echo!” my older brother yells at me. “I know I’m going there, just give me a minute, ok!” I yell back at him. “Fine, just hurry up!” he yells at me. “I’m 16 now, I can handle myself, Len.” I snap back at him. After the meeting, I return home, and sit on the couch, and start to write. My brother’s name is Lennard, but I call him Len for short. My name is Gwenn, and my full name is Gwendolyne, but when I was little I never talked, so it was constant silence. It was like everything was constantly an echo. So that’s how I got the nickname Echo. Well, that...