Veseri GateAeron Harper was not one of those teenagers that pretended to know everything. She was not one to try to be popular with the pretty girls every guy wanted to date. And she was not anything for anyone at the public school to take notice of.Veseri Gate
However, she was running late. Uttering a swear that would get her grounded for the weekend at home, the teen picked up the pace, cutting across the side street before squeezing through the wide-spaced fencing to the school grounds. Not a hard task for the short girl -- her mother kept her relatively active in martial arts, so she was in shape, and it seemed none of th
Passing ThroughSilence reigned over the small town that evening, wind kicking up dust from the wastelands and pushing smog along overhead. It was a run down sort of place, where people had little and did the best with what they had, the favored currency being favors. The community had learned to help each other out, and trust was essential – hence, why, a stranger was often watched warily.Passing Through
This one was no different. She kept her head lowered a little, almost defensively allowing dark hair to fall forward past her shoulders, blue eyes cautiously sweeping back and forth across her path. Typical to those that wandered into the polluted
AwakeningIt happened at half past three in the afternoon, on a Friday. The summer sun was overhead, shining down over the city, giving everything a sort of harsh glow.Awakening
She remembered shielding her eyes as she checked her watch and wishing she had grabbed her sunglasses off the kitchen counter this morning before she left.
She remembered swearing because the bus was running late and guessing how long it would take for her to run home, taking shortcuts along the way.
She remembered the almost ominous gloom that started to overcome the city as clouds rolled over the sun.
And s
Veseri GateAeron Harper was not one of those teenagers that pretended to know everything. She was not one to try to be popular with the pretty girls every guy wanted to date. And she was not anything for anyone at the public school to take notice of.Veseri Gate
However, she was running late. Uttering a swear that would get her grounded for the weekend at home, the teen picked up the pace, cutting across the side street before squeezing through the wide-spaced fencing to the school grounds. Not a hard task for the short girl -- her mother kept her relatively active in martial arts, so she was in shape, and it seemed none of th
Passing ThroughSilence reigned over the small town that evening, wind kicking up dust from the wastelands and pushing smog along overhead. It was a run down sort of place, where people had little and did the best with what they had, the favored currency being favors. The community had learned to help each other out, and trust was essential – hence, why, a stranger was often watched warily.Passing Through
This one was no different. She kept her head lowered a little, almost defensively allowing dark hair to fall forward past her shoulders, blue eyes cautiously sweeping back and forth across her path. Typical to those that wandered into the polluted
AwakeningIt happened at half past three in the afternoon, on a Friday. The summer sun was overhead, shining down over the city, giving everything a sort of harsh glow.Awakening
She remembered shielding her eyes as she checked her watch and wishing she had grabbed her sunglasses off the kitchen counter this morning before she left.
She remembered swearing because the bus was running late and guessing how long it would take for her to run home, taking shortcuts along the way.
She remembered the almost ominous gloom that started to overcome the city as clouds rolled over the sun.
And s
No PlaceThere’s no place in this world For a creative person much like me, Who spends their days drifting away, Further and further from this reality.No Place
People may say that I’m useless, And to many it seems rather true When all they ever see me doing
Is daydreaming up something new.
No room is made for my cowboys Who herd while dragonriding, Or my mages from an age long past Confused by spacecraft engineering.
There’s no freedom in distant sight For my tribal aliens, green and tall, And for my vigilante fairy-folk That hope e
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Soyeah...
Lonely
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Life.
Sometimes its a bitch
Sometimes its an Angel.
~BlueDevilHunter
Creator of following message:
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Jus meum tuebor. Et tu?
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Life.
Sometimes its a bitch
Sometimes its an Angel.
~BlueDevilHunter
Creator of following message:
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I would NEVER die for my country, but I would be HAPPY to die for our world
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The ONE lesson in life is::
BORON + SULFUR + IRON = PLATYPUS
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Jus meum tuebor. Et tu?
I better be ... better. By then ahaa.
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I would NEVER die for my country, but I would be HAPPY to die for our world
-«±»---«±»-
-«±»---«±»-
The ONE lesson in life is::
BORON + SULFUR + IRON = PLATYPUS
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Jus meum tuebor. Et tu?
--
I would NEVER die for my country, but I would be HAPPY to die for our world
-«±»---«±»-
-«±»---«±»-
The ONE lesson in life is::
BORON + SULFUR + IRON = PLATYPUS
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I dare you not to breathe.
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