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“The fact is that we have no way of knowing if the person we think we are is at the core of our being. Are you a decent girl with the potential to someday become an evil monster, or are you an evil monster that thinks it’s a decent girl?” --Derek Landy --Death Bringer *~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter 1: Weird Sand With a sigh, Margo resisted the strong urge to roll up the sleeves of her lab coat before starting her work once again. This time she had to stop in order to pull her long brown hair up into a messy ballerina bun so it would stay out of her face and maybe, just maybe keep the back of her neck cool in the sweltering heat of

It used to not affect me, the thought of dying. My best friend and I often thought on the matter because, well, we were not exactly the strongest people in our class. In Ceremony every year, we would always get class rank forty or below, though we were lucky enough not to die like so many others. But we were nothing like ---- ((A/N: See preview: Skyfall)), or Zephyr, who were always the top two of the class. Never quite sure how Zephyr managed it; he was never the fighting type. Bookworm, yes. It never mattered if we lived or if we died. The world outside of the military base that we were born and raised on would continue to turn. Events wou

Previously...in the Chronicles of Azeroth "Mrs. Milly!", The peasant screamed, "Mrs. Milly!". "What happened?, Milly asked with frightened face,"...Who did this?". "The border...the soldiers", The peasant cried without control,"...they...murdered them!". "Huh?!, Who?", Milly asked. "The Defias!", a peasant yelled. "The woman is still alive!", the bandit yelled. "Doesn't matter", the leader said, "we've what we need", pointing his finger toward the cart, "extract all the grapes of the sector and call in the rest for the invasion on this town, hahaha". "Well", Willem said after a sigh, "I hope you strapped your belt on tight lads, because t

In one village on an island separated from the main portion of the village, a small family of four lived comfortably, well as comfortably as one could get for being poor, which everyone was because of the many wars the land had to deal with. In one certain house lived a family of four people. There was a father, mother and two daughters. The family was one of the poorest families around, seeing as the lands were going through hard times. Inside that certain home, a small girl of six years old was just exiting out of her room. She wore a pink sundress and had her hair in two low hanging braids on each side of her head. Her hair bobbed a bit

Chapter Five: Allies It has been three years since the small group of friends were sucked into a world of their greatest imaginations, transformed into the characters of what used to be a game. The small group had made a large name of themselves in the land of Senoa since then; conquering many dungeons, slaying several evil monsters including destroying an entire village of ogres. They had come so far and changed so much, but only one seemed almost unchanged by all of this. Sena stood outside the balcony of the second story Inn she and her friends were staying at, starring up into the summer sky. The sky had few clouds in it and she could s

Death around me Bloodied hands The Destruction made By the monster I am I can’t stop I’ve gone too far I’m to finish What I started I hear screams But nobody's screaming I see blood But nobody is bleeding Where are the screams Coming from? Is it from inside Or maybe above? Where's the blood Coming from? From my insides? From that of my Love's? I go to seek For an answer. What created these Calls of despair I cry out, Out of shame Scream. Shout I'm the one to blame I look at the destruction I made. What am I? Can I stop? I shake. I can't stop I stand; I must finish What I started More blood; all the deaths. More dest

In the dead hours of the early morning, Joseph sat impatiently on his sofa, frequently checking his watch to count the passing seconds. Clear irritation and anxiety frowned on his face. His foot pounded viciously against the hardwood floor. Then, the soft clicks of tumblers reached his ears and the front door slowly creaked open. A girl fumbled inside, clearly striving to muffle her own movements as she closed the door behind her with a soft thud and tiptoed her way towards the stairs. Joseph switched on the lamp next to him, eliciting a startled yelp from the girl. "Do you have any clue what time it is?" Joseph nearly bellowed at her, digg

What happens when the 80s televisions most beloved elephant meets his not-quite dead old enemy and the world's biggest (and most infamous) non-conservative hate group? Hillarity! “May I come out now Caleste?” King Babar called from inside his room. “Not yet Babar.” Caleste replied. “I don’t see why I’ve got to stay in here.” Babar said. “I mean who could possibly be coming that would require me to wait in here until they show up?” “It’s a surprise.” Caleste replied. Babar was confused. As the king of Calesteville, and the one who had saved his herd from the hun

My dear, take me to a place where there's no light. To a place where the darkness will conceal your beauty. To shroud you in majestic mystery. My dear, take me to a place where the light won't hold sway. Where each touch is cold as ice. Where your words are a whisper's breath. My dear, let us close the gates of light, for only then may our love truly burn bright.

The Book of Ruth The book of Ruth technically has not stated author as it seems to have been written anonymously. However, there are indeed theories of its authorship and the purposes therein. The most popular theory is that the book of Ruth was written by the prophet Samuel and it was possibly “written to endorse David as God’s chosen king for Israel after Saul (Malick).” There are a number of reasons that this authorship has come under debate and confusion due to the continuity issues from previous books in the Old Testament. There is another possible author mentioned for the book of Ruth. If such were the case, the theor