QuestingThis quest will be the death of me.Questing
The ship presses forward, cutting through the icy waters, passing hulks of frozen form which slap against the iron shod prow. A cold wind blows which chills through to the bone, yet powers our advances through this winter wasteland.
This quest will be the death of me.
We started this quest a month ago, our stalwart crew and myself, advising the captain as to our course. After a phenomenon I'd noticed in the night sky had been deemed intricate and perplexing, tantalizing as it was, I set out. Yet, soon as my studies began, the source began to drift, so I decided upon my
Love and WarMy heart is an army. A force, devoid of a home, mercenaries in the world. Ever searching, ever seeking some respite, a place to settle to be. My heart is an army. A small force, inexperienced, yet strong in morale and hope, ever marching towards the glorious tomorrow. My heart is an army. Armed with what they can carry, who can deny their purpose? Their weapons, words, fire bullets of love. They have no real defense, only their brothers in arms marching besides them, keeping hope alive.Love and War
Her heart is a battlefield. Beset by several forces, the field is scarred from battles past
Blank PageA blank page sits before me. As I move my hand, black lines appear. They form together to create letters, words, phrases. A flood of meaning and substance from such small strokes. Interpreted by the mind into substantial being. Without, they are nothing. A flood of thought and emotion pours onto the page through the metal tip, held by my fingers. Emotions, joy, sorrow, love, hate, happiness and sadness, all pulled from my subconscious onto the page. What do they mean, these strokes? To me, they are my mind, my heart, chaos given form, ordered. Arranged on a page for all to see.Blank Page
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~JAS ¬¬
Wow, I don't need to be starting something new in the freaking comment page. Read something dammit!
Also, assembly language sucks. It should burn in hellfire.
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