God Is DeadGod's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.God Is Dead
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him. God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look! "Oh my god!" "Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread
Master of RavensMaster of RavensMaster of Ravens
1 My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he’ll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. ‘Cam,’ he will call to me, and I’
An Evening With Sings-to-TreesSings-to-Trees had hair the color of sunlight and ashes, delicately pointed ears, and eyes the translucent green of new leaves. His shirt was off, revealing the sort of tanned muscle acquired from years of healthy outdoor living, and you could have sharpened a sword on his cheekbones.An Evening With Sings-to-Trees
He was saved from being a young maiden’s fantasy—unless she was a very peculiar young maiden—by the fact that he was buried up to the shoulder in the unpleasant end of a heavily pregnant unicorn. Bits of unicorn dung, which was not noticeably more ethereal than horse dung, were sliding down his arm, and every time the mare had a contraction, he lost
Renewal xP
Sweet
Thank you dearly for the support.
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"Love all. Trust few. Do wrong to no one."
I you really like the gown - and you can sew or know somebody how can ^^ - I can hand you the cut for it. ^^
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"Herr, Herr, kauft ein Amulett gegen das Böse ..."
"Wir sind selber böse."
- Conan der Barbar
As you like Anne Bishop's Black Jewels Trilogy as I can see, maybe you would like to visit my gallery - for cosplay photos on Jaenelle and Daemon. ^^
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"Herr, Herr, kauft ein Amulett gegen das Böse ..."
"Wir sind selber böse."
- Conan der Barbar
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They break when they hit the atmosphere
thanks for the friend fave!
Can't wait to see your work, and your input. I am always curious to know how others interpret the bjt characters.
SHOW ME!!!
bye!
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“There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”- Raoul Duke
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