DidHeWhoMadeTheLambMakeTheeHe had been reduced to this. A pile of worthless muck chained and shackled down within shadowy darkness. And the darkness moves, it twists and writhes, it turns in on itself and moves back out and then contorts itself into unshaped shape, deceiving itself, trying to find a physical form.DidHeWhoMadeTheLambMakeThee
Broken shards of souls and un-entities cry out and crawl among one another like Lovecraftian horrors, and he tries to move among them with would-be limbs of the last lingering shreds of his existence in this non-physical form, to try and find a way out even though, they all know – It knows, there is no way out, and he ends up caught in the
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OH MY DUCKS! - Ahiru from my fan fiction xD
I left him greeting the sun. I had not previously realised that the sun was sentient, but Mytho has once again, proved me wrong. - Fakir from my fan fiction. I love this line.
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"This is off the wall, I know," said the Bursar, brightly.
"What is?" said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.
"A hook for hanging pictures on."
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My Gallery => [link]
My Fanfics' site => FF [link] And FP => [link]
A great writter =>[link]
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"This is off the wall, I know," said the Bursar, brightly.
"What is?" said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.
"A hook for hanging pictures on."
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"believe in your dreams..."
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