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Slave to the Shadows Volume I: IntroSlave to the Shadows Volume I: Intro by =Eulogy-of-Society
Resurrection
A dark night; clouds had flooded the earth with rain not too long ago. It was quiet; not a soul in sight.. or at least, not a living one. Out of thin air, a mysterious figure in a black cloak could be seen on the top of a hill; it seemed like he was headed toward the cemetery buried within the thick forest down the hill. There couldn't be another reason he would walk so far from the town of Komeato. The figure walked through the forest path suspicious of his surroundings, moving at a brisk pace. When he arrived at the gate of the cemetery, he made sure that no one else was in the area.
When he knew it was clear, he pu
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Slave to the Shadows: Birth introGyone: Another Day on the JobSlave to the Shadows: Birth intro by =Eulogy-of-Society
450 feet away, only one shot remains in the clip of Gyone's sniper after dispatching the king's guards. His palms are wet from all the sweat forming around his hands. Gyone was tense, missing this shot on Genshi Koro would mean certain death. His target is the last living king of the Koro monarchy of Crygor; the king sits blissfully unaware in his throne room as he is praised relentlessly by the cheering crowds gathered around. A radio transmission came in from Gyone's radio tucked into his belt; he answered.
"You see him?" asked the voice on the radio.
Gyone exhaled and responded.
"Yeah, that bird over
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The Smell of Ashes: Three Days of the Camel part 1 I don't know why the psychiatrist wants me to start keeping accounts of my days in a journal, but what the hell I will give it a shot. My name is Darrell Grant, and I'm in my mid 30's; 34 to be exact. The events that transpired a week ago are still clear in my head and while they still stay clear I'd like to describe them to whoever will see this later; this particular weekend was a turning point in my life. Why would you go back so far instead of just starting anew from this day onward? Well reader, to know Darrell Grant. You must know me.The Smell of Ashes: Three Days of the Camel part 1 by =Eulogy-of-Society
((Friday; 12:00PM; January 3rd, 2013))
My alarm clock goes off as it always does; 12:00pm
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Ode to the NovaEnter the age of YoutubeOde to the Nova by =Eulogy-of-Society
Where playing a game became a revenue.
Commentary here, and a walk-through there
You could say these fuckers were everywhere.
But look, what's up ahead?
On a ground so oftenly tread.
Leading the fad on an white angel steed
The Nova charges steadfast indeed.
Tearing down knock-offs with a voice so sublime
Able to deviate and stand the test of time.
Neigh he stood not alone in the reign of power
His friends helped to keep his projects unsour.
The man of Spoons and the one claimed Immortal
Ride side by side him in formation.
The trio of wits; the regulars called they
A deadly force of elimination.
To this day, the No
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Ode to the NovaEnter the age of YoutubeOde to the Nova by =Eulogy-of-Society
Where playing a game became a revenue.
Commentary here, and a walk-through there
You could say these fuckers were everywhere.
But look, what's up ahead?
On a ground so oftenly tread.
Leading the fad on an white angel steed
The Nova charges steadfast indeed.
Tearing down knock-offs with a voice so sublime
Able to deviate and stand the test of time.
Neigh he stood not alone in the reign of power
His friends helped to keep his projects unsour.
The man of Spoons and the one claimed Immortal
Ride side by side him in formation.
The trio of wits; the regulars called they
A deadly force of elimination.
To this day, the No
The Fourth Wall (Creepypasta) Legacy; a man's true staple on the mortal world. Allow me to introduce myself, dear reader before I get ahead of our journey. I am a man of great accomplishment; one of the grand writers of the last century. I will not lie; by the end of this, your preset notions may betray you. With that having been spoken, the tale continues.The Fourth Wall (Creepypasta) by =Eulogy-of-Society
In my life, the tides seem pretty even; glorious moments of mercy from life's everlasting grip scattered about my teen years all the way to present time. I never questioned the gruesome nature of the world. To me, the world always kept itself at a decent parallel of the different spectrums. All seemed well a
Ode to the JonThe legend was born; oh yes, twas true.Ode to the Jon by =Eulogy-of-Society
With the help of his bird
and a Daikatana review.
All seemed fair as he ranted and raved
Tore apart Castlevania and made a top ten.
But realization struck hard; a blow so grave
"This has been done before. I must bring up my game!"
The boy experimented, trying to find his stride
Even drinking booze to keep his reviews fresh.
He thought to himself as he further found his zen
"Fuck the reviews, I'll make some top tens!"
Although very fun and able to deviate
These would not last as he ran them thin.
He was pushed to a corner, unsure where to go next
But sure enough, he would prevail this test.
He tried
Slave to the Shadows: Birth chapter 4Dimm (age 16): AftermathSlave to the Shadows: Birth chapter 4 by =Eulogy-of-Society
"Under the jurisdiction of the grand Anubian elders, we are gathered here today, brothers and sisters alike, to put this treasonous woman to death, for she has slain one of our own in cold blood. The loss of our beloved brother Drako Oxmon is definitely a tragedy, especially now as the fear of war looms over the land much greater then it was before. We can not replace the void of such a fine soldier. However, we can find solace in an act of justice to be dealt swiftly to his murderer, his own wife no less!"
The massive crowd surrounding the center platform roared with boos and hisses towards Kazak. She hung her
Hummingbird: PrologueWARNING: For various reasons, I've had to take the Mature Filter off these chapters. Just be aware that these are vampires that actually kill people. Vampires have helped me through a lot of bad times, so the least I can do is give them a good meal every now and then...Hummingbird: Prologue by ~Shyanne-Kai
Skyscrapers voided the alleyway of starlight. Under the opaque shroud of night and shadows a vampire dragged his prey along the cold concrete path. His victim's hand twitched, but the struggle was over. The vampire stopped, his tongue lingering over his lip piercing. He bent down over his food, his extended fangs aching with anticipation.
A beam of light penetrated the gloo
I'll Be Returning Soon, I Promise:iconlove:It's been quite some time since I've actually been active on here. Work has consumed my life, and if it isn't work, it's spending time with my close friends who I can't see often due to work. Vicious cycle, I know.I'll Be Returning Soon, I Promise by *KathraW
:iconloveturquoiseplz: I've also haven't posted anything in over three weeks. This is because Microsoft Word stopped working on my computer; not allowing me to write and/or submit PDF files.Writing has always been an outlet for me, so you can imagine just how stressed I've been without it, including the work load that has been thrown at me.
:iconloveblackplz: Good news though, I've finally been given Word today so I can soon access my documents and also submit again!I'm so relieved now, knowing that I can continue writing the story that has taught me so much and has gotten me through several obstacles that life has thrown at me; whether it was through writing it out, or discovering new ways to view life. I don't know if you guys can unders
Shut It OutThese are the voicesShut It Out by *goldshroom
inside your head-
evil rejoices
under your bed.
Your darkest pleasures
soon to be fed-
such drastic measures
would leave you dead.
To relieve our stress
we make a mess
and I must confess
I’ve done no less…
Where is redemption
in this obsession?
If this is part
of your problem,
shut it out,
erase your doubt,
and prepare for
another bout.
These are the faces
staring you down-
shattered pieces
of your renown.
Violence bought you
a wedding gown-
a consuming drive
to gun this town.
To relieve our pain
we strive to gain
and I must complain
it’s not so sane…
Where is repression
in this aggression?
If this is part
of your problem,
shut it out,
don’t give it clout,
and prepare for
another bout.
This is the feeling
of apathy-
a breeding ground for
the unhealthy.
Disconnected life
seeming lengthy-
stalling momentum
deemed unworthy.
To relieve o
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