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Nailbed Memo 11/19/23
To Sylcktooth Salutations my dear pupil. I know that these days are easier to move in than ever, but tried to remember that our father below is most please when the modern Christian is distracted during their gatherings by the words that are said. Let their songs and scriptures become thoughts that break the concentration…
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The last ent
On the last night of winter And the first day of spring A pair of children laughed Under the boughs of a great old tree. They played and laughed The king and queen of the forest elves With a trickling creek nearby The last of the melted snow The bright sun This was the assumed…
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Flight of the Cub – 2 – Leaving the Siege
The nights by the sea were absolutely some of the calmest and most peaceful. Hunter needed that peace, for he had a big decision to ponder and it was one that did not need to be made with haste. To marry the princess and potentially become a lord, or to disappoint his lord and refuse.…
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Breath of Creation
I have seen the face of God I have traced His Outline with my fingertips I have sensed His warmth I have done this And He has been harnessed. …or so I thought If there is one thing that God dislikes It is being caged Man has harnessed the energy of infinite power. But harnessing…
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The Flight of the Cub – 1
The path of the foot falls was unlike most. The hunter sought his prey up and down hills, she climbed trees and leapt to creeks, her footfalls were messy and at times unpredictable. The hunter tracked and stalked his prey with a ruthlessness that would make any beast fear him. But his prey was not…
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Churchyard Shadow
Funerals have always bothered me We celebrate the life And mourn the loss Perhaps the shadow I saw Was doing a bit of both For the graveyard was old Older it seemed than the country that it was in And yet the ghost of a person Lingered in it still The ghost of that of…
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Cleaner: Paul Smith
Paul Smith may be the most uninteresting cleaner of all. A pencil pusher and office jockey, Paul lived his workaholic days in the comfort of his morning and evening commute. His eyes loved to flutter one way and another watching the green grass and green trees. He loved the idea of being a mountain man.…
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The Fallen’s Tree
What is the knight’s name?Why does he kneel at the fallen’s tree?Is he the cause?Or the griever?Do the weapons of the past make him weep?Or like many others does he stay strong?Is his strength measured by time?Or by his fallen foes?I don’t know.And I haven’t the heart to ask.
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Grinds my gears
You what grinds my gears? Married people that go to individual therapists. They would rather pay someone to listen to all their secrets and trauma than tell the person that is supposedly the other half of their life. You don’t keep secrets from your spouse that will only lead to more trauma and drama that…
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Reclaiming the Sea – Daring the Pacific
Daring the Pacific The waters of the Pacific ocean were as treacherous as the men that sailed it. If the proverb held true in World War Two then not even a hundred years would change it. Commander Elliot Pike stood on the bow of the resupply frigate, the Endeavor. After the so much of the…
The In Constant Chronicles
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