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The Lords of Sherad

The Lords of Sherad for 'The Worldmenders' Saga' by Yurix ----------------------- Nicolas Rexsyn: "You want to know about Yadrake? ...Yeah, that's his actual name. We call him 'Sir Yad' 'cause it's easier to remember. Where should I start..." "Well, apparently, he was the tenth in line of the Samshire family. Yod... something. Anyways. He had a falling out of the family because of how terribly they treated the Naturayans and all animal folk. Moniae, Minks... even us Rex." "He ditched the family and travelled here. Apparently, the guy had a little family with him: a woman and their child. He started using his name and influence in the Underground to find slavers and... well... y'know the reputation we Rexes have, right?" "Of course, the family was furious. One of their own, ripping the slave markets apart and freeing captives? So... one day, he came back alone from a mission. We thought he left his wife and girl somewhere... but then he started lashing out at everyone. He also

scripts

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Writing Commissions 2024

Decided to refresh my commission info! Here you go: Examples of my work: ( 1, 2, 3 ) I also have this tumblr account specifically for my writings. As you can see, I am capable of doing both short stories and multiple-chapter stories. I am very flexible in general. Fandoms I am most familiar with: Dragon Age Mass Effect Assassin's Creed Witcher Amnesia Okami RWBY Disney Transformers (specify universe) Historical fiction LOTR/the Hobbit/The Silmarillion GoT X - Files Harry Potter Percy Jackson Twilight Warriors Silent Hill Supernatural ATLA/ATLK Hetalia Pokemon/Digimon Star Trek Star Wars MLP The Labyrinth Lovecraftian horror Mortal Kombat Marvel/DCU Steven Universe FNAF League of Legends Don't Starve Kingdom Hearts Sonic the Hedgehog Final Fantasy (VII/VIII/X) Dragon Ball Z Bleach Fullmetal Alchemist Sailor Moon Tomb Raider DnD Skyrim Overwatch Resident Evil Alien Predator (franchise) Fire Emblem Doki Doki Literature Club! Yu-Gi-Oh! And if you don’t see a fandom here you can ask

journals

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Halloween 2012

6.38PM: "Darwin!Wake up!It's Halloween! Remember the party?" Nova shouted,trying to wake up her mate."It's Halloween already?!"Darwin gasped suddenly as he got up.Nova nodded laughing,"Don't tell me you had forgotten! The pups are in the living room,preparing." The two wolves came out of the room,looking at the progress the pups were making.Leaf was making Jack'o'Lanterns, River was doing the apple-bobbing,Blaster was adjusting the lights and Breeze was hanging the streamers onto the ceiling. "Well,they are certainly doing a great job" Darwin said proudly."Yep"Nova smiled,"Come on,It's time for the plans to take action" 7.28PM: "We

Weekly theme 1 Halloween

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The Journal of Genna Oryn

December 31st, Imperial Year 393 And here we are, New Friend, entering into another year, and starting a fresh journal. That being you. I often question why I bother to keep a journal. Or even how I formed such a habit. From the time we left the shining gas lights of Brunnen twelve years ago, my life has been one of isolation and repetition. The tutor comes for lessons twice a week, droning on, and on, and on about the history of the Empire, and the lies that its enemies tell about magic and monsters. "Fear tactics," says he. "Propaganda to control our perspective of them." I don't think it works, the only fear I have is another lesson with him. And then there are the glorious days Father allows us to venture into Eaux Reves with him, otherwise I should think there were no other humans left on the island. Only one of us may go, it's a distraction to him otherwise, but it's still a reprieve I crave so. Mother's health is continuing to decline as she spends weeks at a time in

novels and such

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visual writing

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CHARACTER CONTEST

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Writing Wednesday #15 Freelancers+Boundaries Pt1

Writing aides

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mature

561 deviations

Literature

My Stardust

My eyes have seen the glory of the stars Shining in the corners of your smile. They see the growing solar flare you are That I have longed to cradle for awhile. A supernova, fire in your veins Compacted into star stuff two feet tall And glorious as nebulae. I gained A speck within the universe, is all But you, to me, are galaxies of light And love of you could fill the sun and more. My moon and stars, my harbor in the night, I wait for all the wonder that's in store. Your story will be sunbeams in the skies, I know; I see the stardust in your eyes.

sonnets

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Hope to die, a translated song

Despite our lives dragged around in the craziest times Where the tiniest thing makes us ignore our smiles With no reason or rhyme, all the time Despite the deaths, those that shock and that make us cry Or the one that one day, will be our last good-bye Then I will cross my heart, hope to die In spite of love that brings us all a mountain of hope Or that hurts like the noose at the end of the rope That far too quickly ends, 'round the bends In spite of hate turnin' 'round to slap us on the fly And the dregs that go fat with this moldy pie Then I will cross my heart, hope to die, hope to die 'long as I open my eyes I will search up to the skies The breach that leads out of these mines The light in the darkest of times 'Long as my steps lead the way I will carry on without sway Hoping this hope never goes dry Then I will cross my heart, hope to die In spite of fails and defeats, things that slip on by Small mistakes, big torments, leaving us high and dry And catches us off-guard, 'if

People Are The Poems

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The Elderly Quetzal - Limerick

There once was a beautiful Quetzal Who with age had become more forgetful Although she tried to keep track She never knew which day had long passed But on the bright side she was rarely regretful

limericks

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Slap Rap

(Intended to be read very fast) A smidgen of religion flew off with a carrier pigeon into bourgeoisie sea of potpourri The only thing that was a guarantee was that everyone would disagree Many felt god was just a facade to keep us in pods with a control rod until we are buried underneath their green sod Tighten the dog collar live in squalor while chasing after the mighty dollar The resident president came on the news spilling moronic thoughts like black liquid ooze We can no longer ignore that the marine corps needs to be deployed There are so many nations causing complications with all our pre-conceived expectations Our relations should be one of confrontation accusations and allegations More money for the corporations justifies our continuous occupations We will not be deterred by ramifications public relations, demonstrations, or publications There will be no negotiations Don’t worry about the cause or any laws Just join in the applause and wave that flag proudly upon

POETRY SLAM

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Little Life Left (Sonnet)

Little Life Left By J.C. Solis I do not have now much longer to live I’ve already given what I could give I do not know what awaits for me now As the curtains close and I take a bow What I did in life had no consequence The good I’d do with no second thought hence I want to know whether I will mourned Whether in good grace or filled with great scorn Just know that I die accepting Death’s call Because, in the end, the Grim comes for all Just know I was happy with what I had Filled with emotions, from Sad, Mad, and Glad As I take this bow and descend to the grave Just know that I join Death with a heart brave…

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Slap Rap by Happyhedonic, literature

Literature

Slap Rap

you and i by purediluj, literature

in the morning by purediluj, literature

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in the morning

heart-broken, soft-spoken, almond-eyed boy; will I ever have the privileged to share my mornings with you see your face right after you were cut from the dream you wrapped to a deep night’s sleep when the lights hurt your eyes for the first time when your voice still so deep, echoes from crossing numerous doors floors windows of your restless soul you still wear your somnolence, and look me in the eye without the bleariness your crankiness is my sereneness

We all Matter by Roesavlon, literature

Literature

We all Matter

Why must family hurt one another with dreadful words building up anger and resentment as each day goes by. Breaking down each other still they can no longer feel any love in fear of it being squashed and thrown aside met with only hateful remarks bye and bye. Yet these people are told to hide away in order not to inflict pain on the person who caused them the endless torment. For they are family and so they get a free pass as many would say but they have gone astray for what the family do often hurt more even without a blow. Even children who are often cast aside experience this pain and they can not getaway for what're they to do with the parents always lurking around the corner? If it's only verbal they're often belittled children and adults alike for words don't hurt as much as stones some fools would say when in reality words can cut deeper then any wound and last much longer. Even when people of power bother to care often times the options are few some would just shoo you

The Flower Garden by Roesavlon, literature

Literature

The Flower Garden

I walk around in midnight bliss taking in the view of yellow flowers reaching to the sky soaking up the moonlight and of the dancing roses swaying in the breeze. Making such a melody that even the wolves would sing and the cold hearted sinner would tap his feet. Then there's the pond oh glorious thing making the heart calm and the mind to think with its little ripples disturbing the peace making one ponder what lies underneath, and the sound of the water making its course steadying the thoughts of the distraught and bringing peace to the heart.

Save the Planet by Roesavlon, literature

Literature

Save the Planet

Oh what wonder is the world of nature filled with creatures big and small that look over at us all with a slight plea that we would protect them and keep in mind they have a right to roam where we make our home. For this was their home once long ago before we with confidence came and took their homes away not without cause this I'll admit for we had mouths to feed and warmth to give. But why didn't we ever took the time to look behind and see the destruction we left behind most of which I think we can all admit could of been avoided if we just took the time to realize the harm these things could bring. But all is not lost my friend though it does seem grim if we work together the waters can be clean again we must not hesitate to make a change so reuse and recycle should be our plea and dispose of trash properly for even though one can't change the world on their own with others hand in hand we can move a milestone.

Oh Friend by Roesavlon, literature

Literature

Oh Friend

I once was a child innocent and bold without a care in the world who played all day with a friend so dear that nothing could keep us apart or so I thought. For a child's mind can't fathom the tragedy that often awaits beyond the haven for the outside world is cruel and I was such a fool to believe I was above it all. Holding my lineage up high like a medal into the sky acting like it was a ticket of protection when it was a label of devastation for all who bore it was to forever be the universe target for misery. So now I stand above your grave wishing for our childhood days before the wars took you here and led my family away but yet I suppose things can't always stay the same. Perhaps it's best that way for without the pain and strife that followed my life I would never of met such amazing people that changed my life forever and that I am grateful. For the world would of burn with the fury inside if it wasn't for them to keep me inline after you took the last breath of

Now by SerenityStars, literature

Literature

Now

Every minute Is a passing thought. The end of a story, The start of a plot. Every thought can be worth a lot. Courage is needed To give it a shot. Because every second Is a passing breath Marking the countdown, For the arrival of death. And yes, it is true, It is never too late. But your dream is delayed, For every second you wait. Every minute that passes, Every thought you collect, Is worth of your time. Every time is perfect.

you were my hero by MyLoveForYouEternity, literature

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you were my hero

You were my inspiration You were my hero You were the man that raised me, But then you became an alcoholic You have lost my trust How can I forgive you? You have violated me You ripped my heart into pieces I cant forgive myself I can't erase these memories You were my hero But now I dont know what you are to me You made me uncomfortable You made me feel worthless You made me feel like I was nothing You were my father but now you are my nightmare I thought of you as my hero I thought of you as my best friend Someone that taught me how to grow The one that betrayed me in the end Alcohol is your poison You ruined our relationship I can't fo

the jackpot of life by SerenityStars, literature

Literature

the jackpot of life

Life is meaningless, but living is not. You've been given this one through the jackpot. Some have it better, others have it worse. Is yours a blessing or a curse? Or perhaps somewhere in between, where a balance exists between the pure and obscene. We all have a story, but don't know how it goes. Is yours written in poetry or in prose? Is it free verse, does it have a rhyme? Are you rushing it up or are you taking your time? We receive from life, but we also have to give; In the end, we all have our ways of learning how to live.

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