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In the outer reaches collapsing spaces
In the astral collide final the conflicted
Enter freely on exit in exile
Divine salvation the great divide
In search of honor bathed in glory
Escaping in death alone we sourced the light of God
In the astral collide final the conflicted
Enter freely on exit in exile
Divine salvation the great divide
In search of honor bathed in glory
Escaping in death alone we sourced the light of God
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Starting Over
Sitting here Just spinning my tires in the mud And going nowhere fast. Complacency and laziness are two large boulders That I find myself shackled to, Making it hard to for me to move. I need to find a way to break these chains So that I can free myself from this heavy load that’s holding me back. I cannot afford to wait around any longer While the financial well slowly dries up. I must make the waters start flowing again, The only question is figuring out how. Too many considerations race through my mind And instead of writing them down and figuring them out, I run. I escape into a fantasy land where everything is easy And where I can take things exactly where I want to go. But I know this isn’t the right thing that I should be doing As, eventually, reality will come crashing down upon me. I keep trying to hit the reset button on how I go about things In order to better schedule out my time and be more productive, But bad habits are very hard to break And I find myself falling
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Sylvain's Ticklish Summer School
“Well now, what an exquisite day we are having ~ I see that the sun agrees with you well. I have never seen you look quite so radiant as you do at this particular moment.” “R-really?” “Of course. Do I honestly look like the sort of guy who would falsely flatter a young, pretty girl?” “I-I’m not sure...” “Oh, ouch! I’m hurt! You know, I take my honesty incredibly seriously when it comes to conversing with impressionable maidens ~” In his enthusiasm Sylvain had failed to notice completely the increasing awkwardness of the scene he was the chief architect of. Positioning his tall, muscular body so that he was cutting off any hope of escape for the young girl subjected to his attentions, a timid student from one of the other houses’ classes, he had managed to obtain a literally captive audience. Filled with youthful pride, vanity and that womanising charm that the other students at the monastery knew so well, Sylvain had perhaps become an even more insufferable version of
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NeOlympus - Chapter 21
The sky was a dull orange as her fingertips plucked the flowered fruit from the tree. Brushing it on her sleeve first, Persephone gave the Stygian pomegranate a soft squeeze. Then, smiling, she handed it to her daughter. "Here you go, Achlys." The godling took the fruit, gave it a quick sniff, and dropped it into the basket she had slung on her side. Achlys then scurried to keep pace with her mother's long legs. The mother and daughter were leaving the orchard on the east side of their palace's grounds when they heard the moan of an ox pulling a wagon toward the palace's service bay. Curious, they approached the advancing beast and the driver that held its reins. As the wagon came to a stop, Menoetes climbed down from where the simple bench and motioned to his wagon's payload. "Got a fresh delivery of Ambrosia for the stores." Persephone smiled as she approached. "I see that," she said as nymphs and souls appeared to unload the wagon. The god grabbed a handkerchief from his
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I love how you create such a long in depth story with just a few lines. Well done!!