Author has written 10 stories for General, Mythology, Love, Life, Humor, and General.
I noticed... I always write something at the end of everything I do... And it doesn't always relate to the story at all... just a blurb from my soul... A signature of sorts I guess?
About me: I think I’m just a blank sheet of blue sky waiting to be written
In order to chase out dreams,
If we find it tomorrow, we can't sigh
In a place worn down by sadness
The warrior who awaits the morning light
Even if we've grown used to loneliness
As the rainclouds break
Stories: All stories are on HOLD except for: Love Potion.
UPDATE: My computer has crashed and I've lost my baby piece... my greatest
And I need a beta. Like bad. Haha. So... if you’re interested, e-mail me.
"...and I thought that the spork was a mighty tool... oh how the chopsticks proved me wrong."
Even if the sands of time grind away my flesh, my name, my being, my soul will continue to dream of a far away place that no man has ever stepped inside of because his flesh prevents him from doing so... That flesh that weighs him down, that carries the burden that locks the heart away in a iron chest rotting from rust and sin.Will my soul, freed by the slow purging of time, find this pure place and comfortably find peace, or will it keep dreaming, searching in an unknown desert forgotten by even itself?
...My soul can only dream, can only keep that one hope alive...
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