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18 years earlier… The smoke was still coming off the charred grass, making Yarah’s eyes water. The sun should not be shining on a ..

The cold water lapped at Aenon’s stomach as he wadded across the stream. The moon was high and bright, giv..

this is not really a poem, just another one of my bits of nonsense that my mind produced

This scene is by no means done. I am just too tired to finish it tonight. To be continued!

Something I wrote a LONG time ago

Another bit of randomness

This is something that just popped into my head. No idea where it came from. Not really any meaning either.