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Pandora's SunsetBeaches have an irresistible way of becoming packed. People crowd to see waves crawl across a sandy shore. In my opinion, night beaches are best. Not that it would have mattered today anyways, it being the end of the world and all. I would have spent the whole day there, but I had things to do. Society doesn't want to leave their homes, even though the bursting sun would evaporate everything in the solar system. Four timber walls wooden do much in the form of protection. Ha. Sorry for the pun, couldn't contain myself. There are also the looters. No sense running around stealing stuff when it's not going to last more than a day. No, I took toPandora's Sunset


JackAt the start of most stories, it is imperative for a narrator to introduce himself. But under these particular circumstances, I have been expelled for mention of my name. I had not been a man of prominence, nor one of providence either. In fact, it is the lack of the latter to which I attribute my demise. I was, and still am, a low lying citizen. I carried with me a pestilent glow which infected my inhabitants. Many, it seemed, would grow into positive fiends of another nature. Having been immune to my casted aura, I watched in vain while I died. Now, the exact nature of my death eludes me. I had witnessed with blind eyes, and heard with deafJack


Closer to Death When staring into a candle flame, I often lose myself in its dancing glare. The flicker, soft and vibrant, sends a warming yet dim resolve to my being. The sanctitude brought on by such a small flame induces a form of light nostalgia within me. Any passerby would think of me as dumb with the extreme engrossment I exude. Only when the candle dies do I finally snap out of my trance: a soft diminish at the tip of a wax nub leaving behind a wisp of silent smoke. The only remains are pools of hardened wax and a tiny stump its only memory, a burn in my retina. In this reflection, I have likened the caCloser to Death


Necro SapiensThere are creatures of great ferocity, and there are those of humble aptitude. The Necro Sapien (Serophan) falls under both categories. Describing a Necro Sapien can also be similar to describing a Human being. They have two legs, two arms, two ears (sometimes) and two eyes (not always). They have one mouth, most of the time, and are forced, under the same natural law as all animals, to eat the souls of pre-existing creatures. The only exceptances to these similarities are the extreme differences. A human may grow weak if underfed, whereas a Seraphan will simply rot away into nothing. Serophan do not lose their strength as they near death, inNecro Sapiens


Coram DeoThe lone knight battled his way up the hill. Flag raised before him. Sword clasped carelessly in a single fist, dragging on the ground as he stepped over his fallen comrades, their blood spreading across the ground. The wind made everything strangely silent. But it was a silence of screams unuttered, just beyond hearing, whirling about his head like ghosts. The flickering light hidden in the wind, sloughing at his skin, contorting his features so at one moment he appeared a man, at another, something else. Switching between expressions of ecstasy, agony and calm. Whipping at the flag with tongues of flame as it roared around his hCoram Deo
| I am an artist of words, every so often I'll whip out a few doodles, but most of the time I write. |
I have been working on Chapter one to make it more smoother, planning on posting the re-edit soon. I have changed a few things.
As for your questions, I will start with it getting confusing between the two worlds. I am going to have a detail to let the reader know rather or not if Rakin is in the real world or Dream world. However, I am going to try to make the book slightly confusing at some parts, but quickly make up. More mystery than confusing.
And I believe it is VERY possible a terrorist could of sneaked a few mini-machine guns on the plane...that is...if three of them were working on at the airport. That will be explained a bit later.
And as for your other suggestions, I like them a lot!
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ScypaxBooks on DeviantArt.
ScypaxPictures on YouTube.
ScypaxBooks does books and photos.
ScypaxPictures does videos.
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I live, I love, I laugh every day. But why in god's name do I feel this way?
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ScypaxBooks on DeviantArt.
ScypaxPictures on YouTube.
ScypaxBooks does books and photos.
ScypaxPictures does videos.
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Your last days begin now.
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I live, I love, I laugh every day. But why in god's name do I feel this way?
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Your last days begin now.
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I live, I love, I laugh every day. But why in god's name do I feel this way?
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I live, I love, I laugh every day. But why in god's name do I feel this way?
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... don't trust anything I just said.
I'm a writer, and we're masterminds with words.
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I live, I love, I laugh every day. But why in god's name do I feel this way?
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... don't trust anything I just said.
I'm a writer, and we're masterminds with words.
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I live, I love, I laugh every day. But why in god's name do I feel this way?
Looks great though :3
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I live, I love, I laugh every day. But why in god's name do I feel this way?
And yus, I'm going to start working my way through your gallery once i've tidied up a bit
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