Red glass bottleShards of abrupt movement pass through seconds...Red glass bottle by capitalistmediapigs
THEY CANNOT NOTICE THE ELEPHANT sitting next to me. The tea begs to be served and yet they would rather dance. Dance under SHARP cutting introductions to her MAJESTY. Forgive me, but clearly you are on the wrong train. Perhaps I can be of service to you, I will take you far... complete naivety, hidden savior complex, they say, and then Turn. TURN again, to face not the sickly laced beauty that is hidden in sweet whispers and attempts at French. Bleeding pale shades of their former selves......cinnamon entities which crawl out from his coat pocket. If only he had brought a pair of clean pants, perhaps the window would not have STOPPED. Clear the hall, Innocent fools.....take me to the highest rising nothing as I continue, screaching, to climb a steel wall. Nails.......deep, as disdainful glares coming from those spirits too self absorbed to see any so
The Voitar - Chapter IIIThe Voitar - Chapter III by SimplyZippy
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III. Stairs and Deliberation
The shrouded entryway to the Voitar Base was underneath the Erendsmial City Museum, a long abandoned building no longer used for exhibiting beautiful works of art or ancient, priceless artifacts, but now merely a worn-down landmark, desolate and forgotten in the production of newer, sleeker buildings of flashy exterior and unreliable foundation. The museum had been around nearly since the establishing of the city itself. Large, bold letters set in stone on the arched entrance stated that fact extravagantly. Built six years after the founding of its urban surroundings, yet it only stood used for the better part of two decades. Such a lonesome dwelling was this, yet it seemed properly appreciated somehow, its underpinning now occupied by the dark hunters of laemeine. The soldiers of the Voitar.
Aethan stood at the entran