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The same old routine, it spins us round. Time's false healing has been unwound. And now I sit here amid ruined hopes. It all crumbled in, well here's how I cope. Lashing out, words cut like knives. Cut gashes deep into a mind. Your empty tears run down in vain. I'm deep in black, angry again! You made promises you couldn't keep. Psycho-drama; no more lost sleep. For far too long it's all been my fault. I've had enough of emotional assault. Lashing out, words cut like knives. Cut gashes deep into a mind. Your empty tears run down in vain. I'm deep in black, angry again! Lashing out, I won't back down. There's the door,

To the residents of Ashley Drive it's a perfect start to a summer weekend.  Children are out playing various games.  The birds chirp in the morning sunshine. "Thomas!  Thomas where are you?"  In the darkness the voice sounds a little muffled.  The quiet was better.  If only it could remain quiet a little longer. "Come on Thomas, this isn't the time!  Thomas, stop hiding and come out."  The voice sounds a little more worried, maybe this will work.  The sounds of footsteps approaching, and finally, slowly blinding daylight pushes away the darkness. "Oh Thomas." Sitting on the floor, a brown haired head is turned towards the back wall of the

From drow city to drow city it’s much the same: subterranean sprawls of stone and faerie fire, endless battles between houses so one can reign over the others, the black faces of the nameless destitute in the street that are too weak to fight for the nobles or for themselves.  The drow stand above all others, and our superiority gives us a rightful arrogance.  Many other races claim we have no sense of humour but they simply don’t understand.  I stare into the crowd before me, see the audience waiting for the punch line, and smile a devious smile.  “So I stabbed him the back.”  The male portion of the crowd erupts into rau

The wind blew the hair from my face, the cold chill whispering in my ear.  It uttered but a single word in its hollow refrain.  Death.  No one ever returned from the climb. A month and ten days had I been on my journey.  I had traveled the lowest paths of Mount Horfal in my first week without incident.  I lived off my meager provisions and the rare small game I was lucky enough to snare.  The weather turned on me in the second week.  The cold nights stole the heat from my bones and the days were tolerable only because I kept myself moving.  A snow squall came upon me in that week, intent on turning me back home, yet I fought through.  On my

He worked tirelessly.  Sweat beaded on his black brow from the accumulated heat in his workshop.  Various projects around him bubbled over small flames causing long strands of his white hair to stick in clumps on his brow and cheeks.  This was no ordinary wizard’s lair.  Each wizard was different, but most tended to like small areas where they could work undisturbed and still have all their needs within a step or two.  Often these were magical retreats and, needless to say, they were well guarded by any number of foul tricks the wizard thought appropriate to protect his private studies.  This was different.  The chamber was quite large,

… The female was in a corner, huddled in on herself.  Her black skin seemed to have taken on a grayish hue, sweating, shaking, and wide eyes looking into nothingness seemed to indicate an extreme state of shock.  Without taking her eyes off the subject Matron Mother Zezyl spoke over her shoulder. “Your evaluation Filfas.”  Her voice was dry, tone demanding. Zezyl’s fierce black eyes stared into the cell as she listened to Filfas’ report.  For most prisoners, a frown and those hard eyes would be enough to plead mercy of Matron Zezyl—offer her anything, for they knew their

Metal wings that spanned the sky With buildings they did collide The victims, hear their cries Thousands murderized The governments propose To seek vengeance on their foes Declare it a terrorist attack And swear they will strike back The perperators hide and flee Despite their obvious glee They’ll be absolved of all their sins Their fight is right, a holy wars begins