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Words to My Insanity Part 1

The wolf howls to his mate who is not there. The cage holds him under the moonlight, unable to touch the source. It's inevitable, worthless, a dying dream. but the wolf does not stop, remaining determined to reach paradise. The gates have been opened and are calling to him as he calls. Echoing his howls. with an undying ache that fills his heart with an unbearable pain. He cannot reache paradise. such is life. But the end that determines the means but the means that determine the end. The cage holding him was put into place by those who could hear - no - they ignored the calls of paradise. Silly, they mocked after his capture, he fancie

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Words to My Insanity Part 1The wolf howls to his mate who is not there. The cage holds him under the moonlight, unable to touch the source. It's inevitable, worthless, a dying dream. but the wolf does not stop, remaining determined to reach paradise. The gates have been opened and are calling to him as he calls. Echoing his howls. with an undying ache that fills his heart with an unbearable pain. He cannot reache paradise. such is life. But the end that determines the means but the means that determine the end. The cage holding him was put into place by those who could hear - no - they ignored the calls of paradise. Silly, they mocked after his capture, he fancie Words to My Insanity Part 1
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Short StoryThe subway roared by, rustling Lily's hair and splitting her eardrums as it passed. People bustled about the young, brown haired girl and rushed by to fill the newly arrived subway train. She remained as the train pulled away and snuggled deeper into her jacket. A cold chill swept through the platform as people from the surface filed into her surroundings to later board another inevitable train and to be swept off into the darkness of the tunnels only lit by utility lights every few yards.
She felt a hand grasp her shoulder, large and comforting. She turned to look up at a large, wide shouldered man garbed in tan vest and pants. Short Story
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Crisis Hummingbird: PrologueBBBRRRIIINNNGGG!!!
The alarm rang sharply in the young Russian's ear. It had been a rough day yesterday and he knew recovering would be difficult. After a day of partying with his friends, all he wanted to do was sleep, but that wouldn't happen because today, he had to work. Gezivf didn't like his job too much. He had to get up early, drive for an hour, and then he got home at eight o'clock. On the other hand, he did like his solitude in his six by eight cubicles in which he put a small bonsai tree and Buddha, which was an unusual sight. In his knowledge he was the only Russian Buddhist in all of Russia. After Crisis Hummingbird: Prologue
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Story To Be REVISED!

Sun Jun 15, 2008, 4:05 PM

Ok, after days of pondering my next story, I decided to move "The Epic Of Gezivf" away from a poem base but maintain the same story line. Writing the poetry made it a little difficult and I'm used to using it for emotions and thoughts. I will write the whole the before I start posting it and it will be posted in weekly staggers so the people who look in the literature don't go, "WTF! This is everywhere!" So no new story, but there will be a large modification of the beginning but the Mother of Certh poem will be the prologue in a non-poem form.

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