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VapourIn a world now lost to meVapour by dai-vee
What is now will never be
All so clear yet I can't see
Where did the light just flee?
When it comes I need to choose
Either way, I have to lose
Humming now a silent blues
As though you would refuse
ObliviousSomeday I’ll write you a letterOblivious by BethyLuv215
You won’t know it’s addressed to you
You won’t notice the desperation
Won’t see there are tear stains
You won’t think twice because it’s not signed
Someday I’ll write you a song
You won’t even know it’s for you
You won’t notice the lyrics
Won’t hear all my rhymes
Beating in time with my heart
Someday I’ll paint you a picture
There’ll be colors swirling so bright
It might make you smile
It might warm your heart
But you won’t know it’s you who inspired it
Someday I’ll write you a poem
You won’t even notice I’ll bet
You’ll pass by or read it
And might say, “oh how cute”
And you won’t even question, “for who?”
Someday I’ll write you a poem
And someday has come close at hand
And I’ll hope that you see it
And hope that you won’t
Because I don’t know if you’ll understand
(And I'm not
Look at herI want to steal a glanceLook at her by KeeThio-N-King
at her subtle perfection
but this room is too full
I can't seem to catch her eye
No, that's an excuse.
Because she wills me to look
How can I deny her?
Something is squeezing
the life out of me
I can feel my energy draining
I suppress a shiver
and shake her brothers hand
off my shoulder
Just a warning, he said.
She's right there
Across the room
I can hear her laugh
Floating is way to my ears
"Look at me"
What if I misunderstood her?
She may not have intended for me to notice her
but how could I not?
There's a man at her side
I can't look at her directly
her dress dances around her knees
my heart lurched
I can't bring myself to look at her face
the way my ribs are crushing my lungs
I'm not cold anymore
her brothers glare is directed at another
I suck in oxygen
Step out of the puddle of fear
(that's seems to have accumulated at my feet)
Grabbing a glass of liquid courage
And head toward the door
The deciding factor
Chapter I: The Light Of The NecklaceChapter I: The Light Of The Necklace by Blueredor
Dreams, visions, predictions...nightmares. A yellow soul on human form lives a calm dream in a odd place. The scene are on a sunny day with a field of green grass, suddenly a strong flash appear, rise his hand to cover his face from the light, even don't has eyes. Then, the light take a woman form, but not like never saw before. The light has horns in form of a slightly resting S aiming to the horizon, a short and gentle tail, and small thin hoofs. Feel her presence...so warm, peaceful and beautiful. Is like she know him from ever, but he doesn't know her.
"Please", the light said with sadness, "help me, before is too late".
Try to answer her, but notice it don't have mouth, so he can't talk. Suddenly a strong roar sound, that no one can't recognize it so easily...
"(A lion roar?)", the soul doubted.
A white lion with wings appear roaring from the sky and on a second, the animal transforms on a potent beam of light, aiming to the ground, so close to the soul. Try to stay away, b
The Chronicles Of Azeroth - PrologueThis Prologue use a base from the chapter XXVI of the novel Beyond the Dark PortalThe Chronicles Of Azeroth - Prologue by Blueredor
The Chronicles Of Azeroth
Eight Years after the First War (year 600 by the King´s Calendar)
The scene around the Dark Portal was utter chaos. Turalyon had told his troops the unvarnished truth: Khadgar would need defending. He just hadn't realized how much he and his friends would be defend the wizard. Danath, Khadgar, Kurdran, and several others had arrived before them and were fiercely fighting their way to the portal.
From the offensive group there someone where highlights, the mens use the armor of the footmen and the womens use the white robes of the cleric with a tabard showing where they from:
Lieutenant Farax Lionheart, human, 24 years old warrior with brown ponytail hair, green eyes, armed with a big red axe and the Stromgarde tabard.
Lieutenant Victorius Eagleheart, human, 25 years old paladin with black medium hair, black
Chapter II: The First Day in The WaterfallChapter II: The First Day in The Waterfall by Blueredor
One day after
21 years after The First War (Year 613 by the King's Calendar)
On the sky of a waterfall in the north of Northshire, it sight a red dragon mounted by a Quel'dorei (High elf on common speech) and a 14 years old young human with mid-long brown hair, and green eyes. It's dressed with a red tunic, brown silk shoes and armed with a long wooden staff.
The dragon touch down a side of the waterfall, there is a abandoned blue house with a dry garden next to a deep forest. The young dismount from the dragon and step on the earth without problem, the elf throw a red book with a border of red gems and a sign of dragon, the young receive it, waves to him and the highelf responds with a farewell. The dragon set forth on fly and abandon the place. After a long mind training and practise the two first basic spells like Fireball and Fireblast, read the book, and a new spell caught his attention.
“hmm”, the mage said while their fingers follows t
Chapter III: The GraduationChapter III: The Graduation by Blueredor
4 years later...
25 years after the First War (year 617 by King calendar)
Four years have passed in the blink of an eye...the world ended to rebuild and heal the wounds of the third war, for the moment peace has been maintained, the King of Stormwind Varian Wyrnn shuttle diplomacy voyages across the west of the continent, Kalimdor, land of the Orcs, Tauren, Trolls and Kaldorei (Night elf). Since then, the steward's group The House of Nobles, ruled Stormwind in his absence, it was supposed Varian had arrived in the small kingdom of Theramore, to discuss the current relationship between the alliance and horde with the mage leader of Theramore, Jaina Proudmoore as a neutral arbitrator and the Warchief Thrall. But according to the reports, a group of bandits called "the Defias Brotherhood", kidnapped the king during the diplomatic path in the high seas informed by a spy from Stormwind and his trail lost around the island Alcaz, confirming the rumor of his ca
skylineskyline by the-air-essence
The soft glowing light of the city skyline
Pierced my veil and invaded my dreams.
The soft fabric of reality slowly became
dreamlike and ethereal like being touched
by the hand of God. Nothing else mattered
when I looked into the mirror and nothing
else mattered when I knew came to terms
I am a nobody amongst thousands upon
billions of people. Think about that right
now. You are one person living a life and
there's a million other people doing the
exact same thing. You and millions of others
share black coffee with a lover (either a
significant other or a beloved pet) and
millions of people are taking smoke breaks.
It all kind of melts away here in the skyline.
The way the clouds blend seamlessly into
the background and how the city buildings
light up one by one (those are people doing
that you know) and the rainy weather due
tomorrow looks so unlikely to the nice
breeze of today. It all kind of makes you think.
Rantings Of A Suicidal GirlAnother day goes by as I sit here, wanting to feel the knife against my skin. Wanting to see the blood pour from my veins. I want to see the dark red liquid sliding down my arm, my wrist, until it hits the floor; slowly at first but then faster and faster as the cuts get deeper. I want to feel my life leaving my body, watch it leave as each drop of blood falls. I can’t take the pain that I go through on a daily basis; it tears me down day after day. There is no reason for me live anymore if all that happens is me getting hurt. I know, I’m the person that has always been there for others. That has always been the leader, the strong one. How long can I keep that up for? How long can I keep being the one with no weakness? I can’t do it for much longer. I have my flaws, I have my weaknesses, and I have my downfalls. No one seems to understand that though. I can’t always keep up the façade of being strong with no reason to fall apart. I can’t keep on beingRantings Of A Suicidal Girl by Delishia-Delaria
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