|Some points would be nice I think.|
I'm saving up for a nice car and I think 10 points should cover it.
Death of an Exclamation MarkThe blow fell when life was yet an unfolding concept for me. Elementary school, home to eager fingers and ruled by giants, made of gargantuan halls that boasted less and less as the years made their unappreciated visits. Paper could always be found in my home, and often appeared inside the bright classrooms near colored rugs, ready to be marked as seen fit by their masters. When those warm and anonymous times fled in the night, paper grew older. It remained a medium, yet was tempered by its presentation as a tool on which we were to follow instruction. As formal as paper’s new face was, it was still a smiling face. To further confine our use of paper, more instruction was needed. Writing never bothered me much anyway, not when there was so much to write about all around me. Excitement and color were puddled upon everything. Words upon paper flowed as I felt them, and an easy relationship remained. The blow fell on a dry day of cracked sidewalks. Their voices informed me that exclDeath of an Exclamation Mark by IronArmy
Root of Evil: Chapter Twenty-FiveChapter Twenty-fiveRoot of Evil: Chapter Twenty-Five by IronArmy
It was a good thing that it was the weekend. Normally, that would mean that Malefor would have been up most of the night training hard. He HAD been up most of last night, but it had certainly not been training.
Although he had made fine use of his new physique.
The sun slanted in through the window in the late morning and onto the forms of the two dragons. Malefor woke first, purely because of his internal clock reminding him of his usual schedule. But this day he woke with a smile on his face already. Warmer than the sun’s rays was his love for Stella.
He rolled onto his side to look at her. The sun was reflecting lightly off of her scales, giving her a radiant appearance that made the elemental symbol on her forehead seem dim. But he knew that both were in turn nothing to her smile. As if she could feel his eyes, she crinkled her nose and awoke. Her clear blue eyes focused on him and that smile lit up the room.
He smiled back and pressed h
.i walk into the garden at. by oaklungs
3am, find death digging
his own grave in the middle
of my lawn, he says he's
dead to me now, he can
just feel it in his bones,
points at the mud and says
dirt is dirt
it can't pretend that it's
oh and i found that peg you lost,
it was under the conifer,
climbs in covers himself and leaves
me standing alone
(keeps sending me postcards, i wish you were here)