《Unspoken Thoughts》For You
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Did you see
The rain
That falls
From above?
That's my tears, love.
My tears when you left me,
Left me with one reason,
Reason that you didn't love me at all.
Those precious tears
Are coming from the
Heart who feels unloved
The moment you started to walk away.
This poem is for you.
For you, who left me;
For you, who hurt me;
For you . . . just for you.
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My Pixie Familiar
Pixies are real. Not only are they real, but are considered pests due to their mischievous nature and love of pranks. Some people think they are magical and making a potion or powder from their wings will transfer that magic to a person. Any good alchemist will tell you that is not true. Most will gladly take your money and make you a "magic potion" though. My name is Jase Fisher and I thought I would follow in the steps of my mother and become an alchemist since I didn't enjoy fishing, hunting, or any of the other trades offered in Beau Ferry, my village. Not only have I been looking forward to being an alchemist, I was looking forward to bonding with a familiar. My biggest fear is not bonding with one of the exciting familiars such as a dragonet. If I can just make it through the bonding process, my life is set. Oh, and not run afoul of any pixie pranks.
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Nikola wakes after a hundred years on the bottom of the ocean. He waked to a world changed by his own deeds. A world where he is alone, his lover, the angel Penemue gone into the Abyss after the failed rebellion of his son Pallas. But Nikola doesn’t give up on him. He choses to live, not as the conqueror he once was, the shining Emerald Emperor of Atlantis, but as a trader and a craftsman. On the way he founds his soulmate, Wei Caihong, though he doesn’t know it at the time and curses him with vampirism. But Wei Caihong doesn’t give up either and he proves his worth to his future husband. And in this story of love and redemption a fallen from grace Emperor gets both a noble and an angel and improves the lives of those around him. In any way he can. I'm also posting this on Archive of our own and Scribble Hub.
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A Dearth of Choice (Dungeon Core)
A young dungeon core forms next to a lovely village, full of lovely people who would likely understand its plight of not wanting to murder them all if only it had a mouth with which to speak. Instead, everything goes horribly, terribly wrong. Its literally a crystal, it can't be having a panic attack, can it? This is the story about a village, a dungeon, its desire to provide light and laughter and life. It tries to choose the talents and perks to bolster its life-mana alignment every time, to further its cause. So how is it that it wound up with an undead army and some insane boosts to death-aligned mana? How did everything go so wrong? [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
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When you’ve seen as many catastrophes as I have, “disaster” becomes a relative term. Us perpetual kidnap victims get to hang our heads while waiting for the tights-wearing crowd to arrive. I'm extra special. Why? Because my only real power is being kept alive by constantly attracting insane events. That's me. Adam. The wrong guy in the wrong place, every single time. Sit back, grab your drink or drug of choice, and follow along as I hit some of the highlights. We'll start with Ted, a reporter with a scheme of petty revenge. We'll meet Alice, a psychopath with personality problems whose out to make babies or disembowel me. I'm never sure. We'll watch me fail at being a glorified field trip supervisor for a powered collage. There's a whole host of other heroes and villains along the way. At the end of this story about me and those suffering my presence, I'll end the world. Because that's the logical last step. Book 1 – The Fiasco in News (Complete, Cover) Book 2 – The Fiasco in School (Complete) Book 3 – The Fiasco in an Apocalypse (Incomplete, WIP)
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