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End of the Dark Era Ch 4
The Dark Era
The never ending pain it caused to millions of beings, for the loss of loved ones, made the hatred for this creature never-ending. It was, however, not immortal, even if its hatred let it live much longer than it should. But it could be hurt, and those, who tried to balance out the world, and defeat evil, knew that.
It was just another time, for her, in the endless darkness; there was no time, no days, no years. When the creature merged out of the darkness, she could see it was injured. It was bleeding out of its left eye hole, scars covering its body, and black blood oozing out of its wounds.
The hatred and fury in the creature, blinded it, controlled it, fueling its hatred to all and any living being in the universe. The soft a caring touch on its flesh came as a surprise, so much that it didn't know how to react. When it looked to see where the feeling came from, it saw the girl, carefully tending to its wounds.
This unnatural feeling, something it
End of the Dark Era Ch 3
The Dark Era
Trapped in the endless darkness, almost three years cut of from reality, she had experience and witnessed some hear breaking scenes. In the endless darkness, she had often thought to have seen the people she held dear, but she knew it couldn't be. And so she let them be, for she knew that she couldn't proceed into the future, without letting go of the past. Till finally, the images disappeared.
The only other being was that creature, and it just watched her, showed her images depicting different places, different times, and different events. It saw through its eyes when it crossed the universe, saw the destruction it caused, the ashes it left behind it, and the bodies that littered its path.
And still the creature was mystified by her, so different from anything it had seen before, her reactions so unlike any others. And his curiosity only helped enrage it. Till finally, for some reason or another, it released its rage.
It struck out at the girl, sending her fly
End of the Dark Era Ch 2
The Dark Era
A creature, pure evil itself, had no heart, no pity, and no remorse, only hatred, deep pure hatred that flowed through every cell of its body. It mercilessly killed billions, wiping out whole galaxies, never stopping, never hesitating, and never sparing a life. It had become a bringer of death, but unlike before, it nothing to fear, no one to obey, it was master of itself. Free to shape the universe as it wished, and it wish only the end to all those it hated, rampaging across the universe, tearing apart everything in its path.
But one planet, one small insignificant world, all but forgotten by the universe, made the creature stop. Not with weapons or trickery, no, there was no one left to stop it. It stopped on its own accord, for what it saw amongst the ruins of destruction, made it curious.
That young girl, almost seven years of age now, had seen her family, her friends, and all those who had been dear to her, killed, in the most brutal of ways. And as she st
End of the Dark Era Ch 1
The Dark Era
On a planet, far on the outskirts of the known universe, in a city, that was almost abandoned, something wondrous happened. The whole community, which consisted of only 15 people, were crowded in the living room of one of the more prosperous houses. They were all smiling at the little being sleeping peacefully in the arms of a young woman. This child, the first in decades to be born to this area, was special, although no one knew to which extent.
For the last citizens on this abandoned little planet, it was a spark of hope in these dark, dark times. This young, innocent being, with soft pale skin, and already sprouting thin white hair. Her eyes a bright gold, so unlike all the other inhabitants, whose brightness had faded from their eyes. These people, were the last of the pure species, so similar in looks to the well known human, and yet so different.
But at that time, the birth of this young girl, seemed like hope to the end of this era. And truly, this forgot
End of the Dark Era Prologue
In the universe, there exists a balance, with good on one side and evil on the other. All the beings living in it, balance a race on the other side. But the fragile balance, though enforced by several species, can easily tip in favor of one side. For no being is pure good, each being when born has a balance of good and evil, its experiences in life then tip the balance.
There exists a place, that humanity calls hell, and for many races the place were evil rules. But it isn't full of flames and fire, no small devilish imps with red skin, a tail and horns. There are no humanoid figures cloaked in darkness with tritons or scythes.
In this place, there was nothing. Just darkness. It looked like the universe, just before it was born or long after it had ceased to exist, when everything broke apart, the universe collapsing in on itself and finally, winking out of existence. In this infinitive space of black, one would start seeing things. Be they memories, fantasies, fe
FTGW - Alice in Wonderland
Run, run, as fast as you can
It'll be over before it began
The chase is the fun and fun is the kill
The hunt is the part that gives me the thrill
Through the forest of thicket and wood
you would hide, if only you could
watch for the roots that grab at your leg
if you get caught you might as well beg
The maze of the foliage will get you lost
Truly it comes at a very high cost
Now it's all over you might as well say
the only thing left is for you to pray
Escape from the bushes, what a relief
unfortunately that's a debated belief
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
unhappily though that was said by a liar
Beyond the forest what do you see
you enemies sitting and drinking tea
they'll invite you but it's not out of remorse
they'll just eat you for the main course
For a cup of tea he will stride
and his unhinged mind will leave you tongue tied
Approach him if only you dare
for he is the one and only march hare
A strange little fellow and little indeed
Although its appearance will often m
Me...Mine...shh...its a secretMe? Who am I?
You wouldn't be the first to ask that.
And you wouldn't be the first one I didn't tell the answer.
Truthfully, the truth depends on how you view it.
So the question is, who am I?
Am I the girl, in the streets, at home, in the mall, that hides from prying eyes?
Or am I the witch, the warrior, the hero, the writer?
Right here, right now, I'm the writer.
Or rather, the Dream Writer.
My own title, made by me, worn by me, know by me...and, I guess now you.
I'm the dreamer
Every Night, Every Day
Dream from worlds you don't know
Dream people you will never meet
Dream from places you will never see
Dream from stories you will never hear
I'm the Writer
I write and record
The dreams that haunt me
The dreams that bless me
And those that should better be unspoken
To show you, what you should never see
To tell you, what you should never hear
Who am I?
The Dream Writer
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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