Danse des Memoires Foncees 2 He sat, staring at the now limp body under the harsh sterility of the lights. He sat looking at his old friend and mentor, with a look of sadness in his eyes. It was not true sadness, he had not felt a true emotion in a good year now. It was simply a shadow, a wisp of the former sadness. Some would have seen the act he just committed as murder. Some would see it as mercy. But for those he served, for those he now walked among, they would not care. The one he just took the life of was a sheep to them, no more fittDanse des Memoires Foncees 2
Danse des Memoires Foncees He slowly woke up, his mind as fuzzy as his sight. The glare from a surgical lamp pierced into his eyes. His face rolled to the side, eyes abruptly focusing on a wine glass sitting on the surgical table beside him. Confused, he tried to sit up, only to find his arms and legs bound to the chair he lay on. "Ah, you're awake..." A smooth voice came from somewhere behind him. A moment later, he had a face to go with it. Smooth Greecian features sculpted their way around his infinatley deep dark eyes. CurlyDanse des Memoires Foncees
Writer's BlockIt started, with a page. Blank, empty....untouched by human hands. There I was, staring at it, helplessly. Sweat dripped down my brow as my hands shook.Writer's Block
He was here.
He had been here many times before, but never for this long. He was the scourge, the bane of my existence as I knew it! But now I knew....oh yes, I knew.
It was His time.
I closed my eyes. Slowly, slowly, the landscape became clear. Thunder rolled over a grassy plain. Lightning split the sky, and there he stood. The rock
Prepare the Hangman's Noose
Peaceful
I AM THE IMPALER!!!!
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"Only something made of pure evil could wear pigtails and pink and still look that cute."
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"Only something made of pure evil could wear pigtails and pink and still look that cute."
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♥ I' m a lesbian... ohyes! >:3
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