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Everyday HeroEveryday HeroEveryday Hero
He steps up to the plate on a job he didn't start His slow and steady ways were the keys to her heart A job in progress, he was willing to give a try taking on the work and waving single life goodbye
Everyday brought new challenges to light Arguments with the kids about how he dosen't have the right With all the work it takes he sometimes wants to walk away Until the day they go to leave home and turn to him to say
Your our everyday hero raising our family dealing with the fighting back and making all of our ends meet How your job would finish
by ~seadog73
Prophesy Chapter 2: SanctuarySanctuaryProphesy Chapter 2: Sanctuary
In the distance, an invisible barrier rest on the horizon. An implacable deed marker. Beyond the barriers tenuous woven fabric lies a place of rest and sun and life hidden away from resolute darkness. A Shine. A sanctuary against evil and home to one of the few remaining Rouche clans still alive. Outside the Shine, all manners of terror exist. Outside belongs to the Skeetar and their nightmare creations. Warped things made with the power of magic and the madness of the eternal darkness that covets everything outside the Rouche village.
Just on the edge of sight, a billowing cloud of dust approache
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ProphesyDimensionsProphesy
In the year 2042, the brilliance of science breached the barriers of the upper dimensions which they called the Tarn dimensions, after its discoverer Dr. Phillip vonTarn. Over the following three decades, vonTarn’s revelation makes possible near light speed travel, an almost complete lack of dependence on fossil fuels and cures for some of the most caustic diseases known to mankind including cancer.
When creating something for the greater good, the potential for great evil is also created. Dr. vonTarn’s discoveries were no exception for the government and military saw great potential in his work.
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Young ValientYoung ValiantYoung Valient
“Lucas!!” The name resounds through the halls of Arnoch Manor like the toll of a cathedral bell. The shout startled the two watchmen standing outside the door to the study chamber where the voice emanated. “What ya think he wants wit Sir Lucas this early in the morn for?” “Dunno, but we best be fetchin ‘im if we wants to avoid extra duties later on. Ya know he don’t like ‘im havin been beatin by the lad an all. Besides Sir Lucas said e’d thro us each a copper if in we made sure he was ere if he was summoned.” “Lucas!!” The call booms out of the room causing the guards to jump aga
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this is the last poemthis is the last poemthis is the last poem
I will write
for you. it is about nothing
you'd expect: a picture gallery void of pictures
in which the walls
are white with nothing to show
but themselves. in this
picture: a box of air inside
the box of room and inside that
picture: nothing
inside a box inside a box
of no-flesh that is
a man or woman who is not
there. it is about
nothing. the walls are white
to represent this: outside the box
that exists
only in the poem
you expect to find me a
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