| Sometimes I like my ideas... |


Chapter 1 - The beginningMy breath came and went in rapid gasps. The oxygen my brain needed wouldn't come as it should have. It felt like my entire body was suffocating. The fatigue of running cross country for weeks on end from my pursuers had worn me down to near complete exhaustion and yet even now I could faintly hear the search parties looking for the 'Abomination', the only reference they seemed to make about me. With every breath I took there was the scent of the forest and of the animals in it, if I focused enough then I would even hear the tiny heartbeats of them and maybe those whom hunted me..Chapter 1 - The beginning
I had been cast from the very village that I had h


Chapter 1 - LegacyViolence be gets violence. This is a saying many have used over the centuries, without knowing the truth in the words. A man kills his neighbour, violently rending her piece by piece for knocking back his advances and he knows he did the right thing. A son kills his mother's murderer, so that he may never do evil deeds again and he knows he did the right thing. The daughter of the recently deceased farmer takes vengeance on the one who killed her dad and she knows she did the right thing. Eye for an eye, tooth for tooth. The deeds of the dead are forgiven and the cycle continues.Chapter 1 - Legacy
The end of humanity on Earth was popular opinion a


Prologue - LegacyThe darkness enveloping the great city was almost nauseating. Collectively all the men and women walking the streets would duck their heads with the slightest noise, no children in sight. A figure that almost had wrapped itself in the darkness knelt in a half crouch, attention directed towards one of the abandoned parts of the metropolis.Prologue - Legacy
Listening carefully anyone could have heard the rushing patter of feet over the cobblestones and maybe could have even heard the gasping of the creature; desperate for air. The figure watched without moving a muscle, only sliding his eyes slowly follow the runner lead him to the hive. &nbs


Nears Confession"Mello..."Nears Confession
Near sat in front of the tombstone, his knees drawn up to his chest. One hand's fingers gently traced the engraved name, while the others absently curled a lock of white hair. His face showed no expression. Even his eyes were devoid of all emotion.
"Can you hear me Mello?" The graveyard replied with silence. Not even a breeze stirred the surrounding trees.
I'd like to think that you can hear me, though I will never know. Death is a mystery that neither I, L, nor any living detective can ever solve.
Would you rather I call you by your real name, now that I know it?" &nb


The Vaule of Friends, PrologueJames often sat in his chair in the office, absorbing every last imperfection in the dreadful monotone wallpaper, every last bent screw misplaced during the construction of his desk, the location of every last poster on the peeling noticeboards around the room; dreaming of how he would rather be anywhere but there, endlessly entering the same information over and over again into the mocking computer before him. Often he wondered, in that fantastic way that one can do only with things that will never come to pass, what it would feel like to pick up his bag, sling it casually over his shoulder, and stroll nonchalantly past the glaring mistressThe Vaule of Friends, Prologue
| White hot death by moonlight and sky. Driving hot lead through me. Sinking deeper within my twisted mind, revelling in my insanity. What I see is what I feel, how I feel is what you are. Distorted images will mask me appearance, I fly before you die a thousand deaths. You get the idea I think |
though its a tad late... hmm..
oh well
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What are we but people of stone? No thoughts or feelings to label our own
'Good' v.s 'Bad' and 'Evil' v.s 'The Pure'
How do we know what's right and wrong when we are still trying to decide what is 'real'?
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...in my bed.
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What are we but people of stone? No thoughts or feelings to label our own
'Good' v.s 'Bad' and 'Evil' v.s 'The Pure'
How do we know what's right and wrong when we are still trying to decide what is 'real'?
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...in my bed.
heh
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What are we but people of stone? No thoughts or feelings to label our own
'Good' v.s 'Bad' and 'Evil' v.s 'The Pure'
How do we know what's right and wrong when we are still trying to decide what is 'real'?
Cute bird
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What are we but people of stone? No thoughts or feelings to label our own
'Good' v.s 'Bad' and 'Evil' v.s 'The Pure'
How do we know what's right and wrong when we are still trying to decide what is 'real'?
Como Estas?
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What are we but people of stone? No thoughts or feelings to label our own
'Good' v.s 'Bad' and 'Evil' v.s 'The Pure'
How do we know what's right and wrong when we are still trying to decide what is 'real'?
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