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Waking from the Dead
It was like waking from a nightmare, an endless dream of fire and blood. Two miles of guns flashed behind my eyelids, six score horses screamed and reared, and men ran. The musket ball ripped through my belly again and again, and another split Jarosław’s head like an over-ripe melon. There was night, many nights, and there were miles and thorns and rocks and the slow easiness that heralded my death.
That was when the pain came, drowning me, searing me, consuming me. There were dreams at first, as though the battle had never ended, but as the pain grew, it blotted out all else, and I had at least a little peace of mind while my b
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Forbidden Place.
My loneliness is a cell
It's my imaginary hell
A fortress I built within
There are no doors
Just caged windows
Metal bars & self inflicted scars
I'm believing things that are not real
I gaze to what it is I long for
The entirety of what I'll never have
Envious of the air, pure, without care
See the nothing, and dream of me there
The veins of Insanity
Wrap like vines spiraling
Down and through-out my body
Tight at the neck
I turn blue, the color of serenity
If only you knew the force of this deception
The grasp of this torment draining my ghost
Thorns grow on every wound
My tongue galls at every vision
Hate provided me
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The Lions' Den - II
I could not say how long I slept, since dates had for some time been meaningless to me, but it was the threat of frost which woke me. The spring was past, and the heat of summer, and autumn was beginning to crystallise in the youngest chapter of the Island's memory.
When sleep took me, those months before I say months, though I still know not whether they were six or sixteen, mere seasons past, or more than a year When sleep took me, those months before, it had seemed a thing of peace, a kindly ally to whom I should surrender and from whom I could seek succour. I had been quick to embrace it, quick to accept it, and when it cho
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Original in spanish: [link]
Translated by: Thank you so much.
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My Daily Deviation => Mud: [link]
Rapunzel's Death...... [link]
Peter Pan's Death.... [link]
Do it!: [link]
Fuck my heart: [link]
It was raining => [link]
Yami=> [link]
Shh... [link]
1 - Ursula - The Master => [link]
2- Xandros - The Vampire - [link]
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Is licensed under a Creative Commons. Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported (CC BY-ND 3.0) => [link]
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Based on greek mythology of Hesiod.
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Translated by: Thank you so much.
More tales:
My Daily Deviation => Mud: [link]
Rapunzel's Death...... [link]
Rapunzel The way towards the tower covered always by mist, cold, dark, accompanied by hidden whispers and tangled in between the branches of the night trees: an owl taking flight, the tree branches as voracious claws, whiny wolves and beasts… If you passed by sometime, the warm blood that goes through your veins would freeze, the ghosts that you hold inside you, those ones that you have locked up somewhere, would come out to devour you; only the dying yells will stay.
At the end of the world, there she was, inside, locked up.
The tower hold itself up over the trees, it was lost in between gray clouds and white snow. That turret was i
Peter Pan's Death.... [link]
Peter Pan s Death Peter Pan's Death
1. Tinker Bell
It rains, it rains on Neverland. Every drop tells a story that won't ever happen now; every sound a scream that no human could be capable of listening. From the drops' smell confusing memories flowed and, just when they precipitated towards the ground, they exploded with small but effective whispers. Each molecule of water yelled when born: "Peter Pan won't come back".
A black cloud covered the entire island, from the Mermaid Lagoon, Skull Rock, through the Indian Camp, the lost kids' tree, Hangmans Tree, the Cannival Cove, the forest of the fairies… At Neverland no one remembered the warmth of the su
Do it!: [link]
Fuck my heart: [link]
It was raining => [link]
Yami=> [link]
Yami Yami [1]
The metal edge brushed her pale cheek. She sat on the floor, naked, with legs tucked to one side, the Kimono poured over her back, and he looks at her. Her lips smeared, her black eyes and the hair on both sides of her face as black clouds, levelling the horizon of a pale sunset.
- Are not you going to beg for your life? - He asked standing before her, clutching the katana in one hand.
She blinked, and a sweet smile appears on those red lips that had kissed him minutes before.
- Speak up! - The momentum of the scream shakes his wrist and the edge of metal licks voraciously at the cheek of the naked woman, with bent back and purpl
Shh... [link]
Shh... Her breath lethargic, so weak in my arms. Her tears kiss my torso, the golden locks of her hair caress my arms, my fingertips.
She hugs her knees, curled up on herself, while I in turn, hold her in silence. I'm a jerk, I'm insensitive, I can't say anything, I can't offer any single word. And I think: "The silence and nothing more. That I offer to you, and you know, that is why you are here."
And if she breaks in my arms? No, definitely I didn't utter a single word; just moments ago her tears were a desperate flood, whining incessantly, making my body her warm den. Now it has calmed down, her bright black eyes are red, lost, looking out the
1 - Ursula - The Master => [link]
1 - Ursula The thick and heavy chains are adjusted, so unnecessary, so useless ... pressing his pale skin.
" Every night the same thing, every damn night, Ursula! Why? Why do you chain me? You know I'm not leaving!"
"You did once." is the cold, whispered reply.
He sighs. Hurt, disappointed, his gaze plunges to the ground.
"How much longer are you going to keep punishing me for it?"
"I am not the one that punished you." The reply so icy that it would freeze him if he still retained his body heat. "This is your destiny".
And with this last whisper the voice of the beautiful doll-like blonde with the perfect curls, trembles with excitement, enjoying
2- Xandros - The Vampire - [link]
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Is licensed under a Creative Commons. Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported (CC BY-ND 3.0) => [link]
¢rónι¢αѕ ∂є ∂íαѕ ℓℓυνισѕσѕ => [[link]
Based on greek mythology of Hesiod.
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Wow. This is incredibly well written. Such an ode to a familiar tale. Lovely.