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A dormant beast is neither lazy or tired.
It is just dormant.
Heart beating and brimming with fire. "Mark my words," a sage with eyes fixed on a cracked crystal announced, "it will haunt and torment."
Dreaming, waiting, yearning and craving the flesh it lies in a cave called Furthest;
but it will soon awake from its deathly slumber with the passing of the blue ice harvest.
The fiery sun it awaits to have fun with your brittle bones and balmy blood.
Fear it most when it is dormant … Dreaming, waiting, yearning and craving … Your mortal flesh!
A macabre morning I wish thee …
It is just dormant.
Heart beating and brimming with fire. "Mark my words," a sage with eyes fixed on a cracked crystal announced, "it will haunt and torment."
Dreaming, waiting, yearning and craving the flesh it lies in a cave called Furthest;
but it will soon awake from its deathly slumber with the passing of the blue ice harvest.
The fiery sun it awaits to have fun with your brittle bones and balmy blood.
Fear it most when it is dormant … Dreaming, waiting, yearning and craving … Your mortal flesh!
A macabre morning I wish thee …
Inhumanity
"We are witnessing a new dawn; the dawn of inhumanity," Vartan Micha thought to himself after expiring a fugitive Bo-Tech robot model. The metal carcass, or what remained of it, caught fire. The blue flame tingled Vartan's cold face giving it a lively rosy hue. The cold blooded killer in him accepted any job that his shady clients threw his way; innocent or not did not matter in most of the cases he took. "They are no more than a bunch of wired motherboards and circuits. Rent ain't cheap!" he reminded himself. Applying pressure with the heel of his Metalo Hunter shoes he cracked the Bo-T's burnt up skull to extract its Life Chip. Clien
Bye bye
مع القلعة ... واحد صاحب وجهين وتافه
Punch
The punch sent surges of unbearable pain to his left foot. Blood streamed across his cheeks. He heard his knuckles fracture with each punch. "I cannot afford another misfired fist!" he thought to himself with whatever logic remained in his bashed head. "Shit!" He didn't see the punch that broke his nose. Shaking his head left and right he hoped the pain would fall off like the drops of sweat and blood that hit the floor. His blood shot eyes nearly popped out of place. Spitting blood on the floor he decided that he cannot throw the towel. The poor bastard was just shadow boxing with a very responsive wall! iWrite - Sardine by MOI (Mike V. Derd
Pieces
People since the dawn of creation have been asking themselves about the apocalypse. "When will it happen?" "Is it tomorrow?" "Are we there yet?" But such people are too stupid to realize that they will probably be too busy to notice that the apocalypse actually happened especially in Jordan where everyone is working like a slave to feed their families and pay the bills. "Oh it is the apocalypse! You don't fuckin' say! Wait! Does that mean I can take a day off tomorrow. Woohooooooo! Hi five me man [to a bewildered angel]." a Jordanian shouts as the entire world crumbles to pieces.
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