Not much to say. Just another snippet of story, over there, in scraps.


Laboratory 8 The door hissed open; Commander Riss Laraway stepped through into theLaboratory 8
small, square room, her bootheels reporting sharply against the metal
floor.
"At ease."
The Corporal on duty, of course, rocketed immediately to attention,
pulling off an efficiently polished stand-and-pivot move that could have
been written into a textbook somewhere. A thick paperback settled its
pages on the console; his chair rolled past Riss on the left and caromed
gently off the wall. He was, simply put


owningmoonlight (helpless) on stripped nectarine (ly yours) supplication (desperate) eyes tremble (ly yours) blush through stranded forest (aching) sparrow hands on thighs (ly yours) your leather throat (let me) and link and link (be yours) shine silver across chasms (forev) a bodys breadth (er yours) to my wristowning


AutumnalScreaming children play On the rusting old swing set I tore down last yearAutumnal


hephaestusesquedarkness and sweat across the paper anvil stretched the delicate unwieldy phrase glowing white fresh from fires of passion and lies plunged into cold liquid truth steam obfuscateshephaestusesque
ember metaphors swirl up the ball-point hammer strikes seeking the keen edge of meaning
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Ember: *Looks to the stars* I will always remember you... and I will join you... Skyshade. And DeciDOTA will help me fulfill your promise.
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Shadow has more fangirls than any other SEGA character. If you're one of them, then copy an
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NOTE ME FOR NEW ACCOUNT
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"Advice is free, Alexander. Making use of it costs much more!" -Ali the bookshop owner from KQ6.
Poll for Melody Challenge 2009 Theme
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Oh Hey Look You Guys!
I love you~!
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I'm trying to get him to start writing more.
Maybe I poke him more.
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