~Shellhead18
Jacob Ingram
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Sheath and Sword became twoSheath and sword became two, he flowed into movement with a deftly ease. No man could move like he could, it just wasn’t right. The laws, the rules that bind everything in this realm just don’t allow it. But then… what are rules if there aren’t any exceptions? The world would be a mighty dull place if it wasn’t for exceptions. Gibbon sheathed his broadsword in the black, military grade sheath that he always slung over his back. The crest of the king was hammered off and replaced with a buckle, a dragon with its wings spread. Metal that detailed was hard to come by these days. All the good blacksmithsSheath and Sword became two
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Character Prologue: DoorsPrologueCharacter Prologue: Doors
The man who named himself Door stood at the center of the room. Large oak book cases touched on the walls, glossy and polished. The hard marble floor was pure and white. The walls were clean and white, on them hung nothing; they used to be home to the faces of people who lived in the house, people who sat in this very office for years. He removed his hat and placed it on a hook from one of the walls. He was in a world of his own. Just him and the office. The roof was a dome with six veins running to a chandelier that hung in the center of the roof, right above where he stood, the little crystals sending a shimmer of ligh
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This is how i look at likeAnother oneThis is how i look at like
This is how I look at life, and I don’t know why. . .
It seems like everything that I do is in third person. I’m a shadow following my subject and documenting everything he does. I think about it, when I have finished whatever I have done, and then I realize that the time I spent is gone, although I may have enjoyed or resented that time, it’s still gone. I loath the way that I cant go back and do it again. I would actually accept life if I was stuck in one constant loop on the same event. It would never have to finish but it would keep playing, at least then I would have to look at everyth
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The beggining. I guess. . .The beggining i guess. . .The beggining. I guess. . .
I shuffled my way back slightly, and grabbed at one of the railing posts in panic. I don’t think I quite realized until now how high I was. Nothing was this high. I turned my head and threw up. Clinging to the railing with my sweaty, throbbing hands. My aching arms. My head hung there. A trail of vomit from the left hand side of my mouth still running gracefully to the floor. I tried to pull enough energy to clamber onto my legs but it just wouldn’t work. My knees went straight back to the ground. It was like god gave them to me and now I didn’t deserve to use them. Why woul
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