Disappear
The wind whispered like it did on many ocassions, blowing across the landscape caressing whatever it touched. The moon,hanging high gave what light it could to combat the darkness below but it was unwinnable battle, shadows were creeping everywhere.
        
One lone figure stood over the city watching as it spoke,the sounds of distress and crime howled in the blackness,the hysterical laughter of a drunk collapsing to the ground brought a slight

Revenge is Bitter Sweet
A thin coating of mist slowly hovered above the small yet deep lake in the middle of nowhere, the rays of the orange sun glimmered across the calm water on that cold winters morning.
Shallow whistling echoed through the emptiness as a young child merrily skipped down a dirt path towards Laysu Lake, a hastily made fishing rod clenched tightly in their hands. the rod was nothing more than a strong stick, a piece of yarn and a rusty hook, the perfect tool for a child who w

A spot of fishing
Dedicated to Svartvinge. His work inspired this story.
There was a cool breeze in the air as a small layer of mist hovered above Rookwood Lake, the early morning sun was slowly rising in the distance and already the lake and its surroundings were alive. A family of deer calmly drank from one side of the lake while a lone wolf sipped the cool water from the other. Dragonflies danced above the water performing their mating rituals unaware that hungry fish watched them from below.

Look Before You Leap
Port Royale was a normal every day little seafaring village stacked full of normal men, women and children who did nothing more than get on with their wonderful yet meaningless lives. The Port was more than four hundred years old and in its lifespan had only just left horses as their primary mode of transport behind, Port Royale had all but been forgotten by both its neighboring villages as well as many if not all of the larger cities which made it seem so meaningless. Those

The Island,The Dream,The Mermaid
        
A woman sat alone on the beach, the silky sand covering her feet caressing her tanned figure like a blanket of velvet. Her hair, brunette, fluttered in the calm breeze as she stared out at the blue sea surrounding her.
        
Alone she was and alone she had been for nearly two years, twenty one months and sixteen days to be exact not that she was counting of course.
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