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The Descent of Dragos – 8
This part was difficult to complete because I was unsure of how to form the ever changing characters. But now I am certain of how the story will go. December 31, 2075 Norman sat in his living room, the fire in its place was the only light given. He had felt betrayed by his own…
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A doggy door
A doggy door As a security guard, I am nothing more, Than a glorified doorman, One who watches the comings and goings, Of the client’s building. Over time, I feel more like I am watching packs of dogs, Like pet dogs, Not feral street dogs, For every person becomes recognized, Yet their names are unknown,…
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Descent of Dragos 7
December 24, 2075 Christmas is tomorrow. Mary has prepared cookies using a recipe using nutmeg and cinnamon. Ralphie has curled up in front of the fireplace, Eve in a big, fluffy chair fell asleep waiting for Santa Claus to show up. Ed was outside collecting some extra firewood for the night’s ration. The laboratory was…
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To understand
This is a reflection piece, so I don’t intend for most to get it. Probably just as a understanding for my own mind and universe. Some time ago, I decided that everything I write could be intertwined within the In Constant Chronicles. Every story, every poem, each dark tale, each joyful trance, each and every…
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Comment and Share
We the artists, Feel the need, To share our talent, We seek the need of recognition, It is only through fame, That we continue, To produce our legacy. So be kind, If you enjoy, In this age, Click that thumbs up, If it was mind-altering, Even a little, Share it through, Your social media. Through…
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It is her
Fire of the red seems to be her true quality, For what has more ambition than that color, The color of fire, The true life giving power of blood, The salvation of men through power. Long have I sought her, Through disappointments, Through disasters, Through illogical patterns of lust and envy, She shines brightly on…
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Senseless
Senseless The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the…
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Father’s Day
A Pat on the Back Son, I love ya, That just ain’t no other way to say it than that, That’s why you deserve a pat on the back, Though your life may have had its problems, You’ve understood that there is no life hack, And you’ve come through so far, Intact. I was there…
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The Life of the Tree
Those who live short and mobile lives, Those may seem like hasty folk, For a life in movement, Is guaranteed to move toward death, But that is not to say that they are pointless, For all other living beings, Seek to live reproduce and try and live as long as possible, That is not so…
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