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There is a place where creatures dwell,
bound to rock, to tree, to fell.
Where one dares not to tread alone,
for fear is bred deep in flesh and bone.
Classroom Boredom Haiku
Hidden in the dark
I am not falling asleep
But I might as well
The speaker drones on
Who is paying attention
Certainly not me
My mind is elsewhere
Though nowhere at the same time
Almost done class though
After The War: Impossibility
I'm dying to catch my breath- why don't I ever learn?
Can you still see the heart of me? All my agony fades away, when you hold me in your embrace
I'm here on the edge again
Battles between magic users, in all likelihood, are the most difficult, the most taxing. What might seem like a simple attack might be an illusion, or a mask, and if you weren't prepared- or agile enough- it might very well be a killing blow. With such acts, the battle became a dance, feints became attacks only to become dodges in turn.
The White Witch could feel the sweat on her brow, but ignored it, knowing she had no time to wipe it away. A second's slip of her concentration had already earned her a deep cut to her shoulder, and the urge to receive another did not overwhelm her. Besides that, she could see her opponent was beginning to tire; already she had scored three blows, ones that seemed to be weakening him. Fueled by his failing, she spurned herself on, such speed lent by her fury
Some Hidden Fanfiction
In the halfbreeds opinion, Papa Midnites wasnt all that great of a place, but it seemed to be a haven for halfbreeds so it was only natural that the one in question would be meeting another halfbreed at said bar. As such, after pulling on a long black coat that reached down to dress shoes of the same color, Gabriel left the church; soon enough he was already walking down the steps to the bouncer and his red rope. Stopping at it only to have the other hold up a card to him, he gave him an annoyed look. I dont have time for your parlor tricks, he said to him in a scalding voice, only to have the bouncer shake the card a solitary time so that he drew his attention back to it. Looking at it as though contemplating whether or not to set it on fire, he then pursed his lips, blowing out a breath in the bouncers direction.
Upon doing so, a strong wind picked up, one that ripped the card from the bouncers hand and blew it over his shoulder.
After The War Music Playlist
Music Play List Meme
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble. You start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do however many you want of these, then post them.
Characters: Aslan, Jadis.
Pairing: With each other. Duh.
Fandom: Narnian. Whewt.
Side Note: I somewhat cheated when it came to the music; I shortened the three hundred and twenty-something songs I had down- I took out all of the instrumental music- and went from there, so yeah -shifty eyes-
1. All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey
There was a faint tinkle in the other room, and that was what woke Jadis in the end. Groggily she lifted her head from her pillow, looking around with a bleary set of eyes before she heard the offending sound once more and, pinpointing it indeed in
After The War Part VI
The trip from Aslans tent at the Stone Table to Cair Paravel was, for the most part, rather uneventful. The great cat allowed her only a single respite from the rather bumpy ride that was traveling upon his back, and even such was short, despite the fact that she had threatened to try and kill him again- an empty threat, even she knew it as such- should he not let her rest a little longer. No, soon enough she was back upon him, and before long, the two had finally reached the castle. Despite the fact that the sun had gone down a short ten or twenty minutes ago, there remained a guard at the castle, and it was this stunned guard that Aslan had to command not to attack the woman now riding astride him- much to her gratefulness, though she would never admit such aloud. It was almost eerie, the resemblance her arrival at Cair Paravel held to her arrival at the camp near the Stone Table, how, while each and every pair of eyes were upon her, there were some that were filled with
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