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of the pen and swordEyes open. Another golden day begins for a little boy. He rises from his bed, and walks over to the single window in his room. He brushes the curtains aside with a single controlled sweep of his hand. He gazes through the window to be assaulted by the glory of a magnificent sunset. This fills his golden heart with joy, and he sets off to get dressed. Eyes open. Another dark day begins for a little boy. He drags himself from his bed, and walks over to the single large window in his room. He attemps to open to curtains, but when they get stuck, he curses in anger. After his anger subsides he sets off to get dressed. Boyof the pen and sword
by ~MVKISMASTAR
Differentia Story part III nearly stumble over wreckage and rubble as I venture forth from my resting place. Resting place, funny I should call it that… I awake from my “resting place” to begin a new day, to awake from the sleep that was my old life. I’m amused by own ignorance. This new… life… is hardly that. This all seems so surreal. My sight, I almost forgot, I must be getting used to it. I still can only see outlines of what used to be such a vivid perception. Fire is still fire, metal still metal, but color and texture are nonexistent, forced to become unimportant and forgotten.Differentia Story part II
I’m lost in thought again, I find that all I h
by ~MVKISMASTAR
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And your face just drops in a pile of flesh,
And then your heart, heart pounds,
Till it pumps in death,
Prime directive, exterminate,
Whatever stands left.
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