I've got a good story idea brewing, which I have at least written an intro for (and posted!), that I will try to flesh out.
Wall-E is on the way.
I'm on a high if you don't count my insta-death courses.


An Angel Once Told MeAn angel once told me We are never alone In living a story That is never known Some words can tear down The very strongest, bright soul They can shatter the crown Make them feel small and cold And a man also told me We are always alone In writing our story That noone else knows Some words can tear downAn Angel Once Told Me
The very cruelest, black soul They can shatter the crown Make them feel dead and cold And a child once told me We are never alone In living a dream That is held to our own When words can tear down
The very soundest of


In the dark expanseIn the dark expanse, vacuous, spacious Endless layers, dotted light oasis; The eye wanders, jumping from track to trackIn the dark expanse
Infinite patterns on infinite black; Far-flung emptiness, neighbors intimate; Hours and hours staring; intuit A lonesomeness, gazing, hoping, remote; Focusing on nothing, thinking by rote, Leaving those whispering trails of thought behind;
Overshadowed, overcome, darkness blinds;
And the limitless seeps into the core, Timeless existence, finite, nothing more?
Where is the end? What is the end?


New Story: BeginningThere was a noise coming from behind him. It was steady, discrete, almost like the drip of a leaking faucet but deeper. He stopped walking. With a quick glance, he saw that there was nothing behind him, but it was dark enough for anyone to have been mistaken without taking a longer look. When he started off once more, the noise began again.New Story: Beginning
*Clop* *clop* *clop*. That steady beat was unmistakably there, but what could be making it? There wasnt anything around, not out in the middle of the fields. It had to be somebody following him, but how could they possibly be making so much noise in the grass? Not even his own footsteps
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