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That Lining is Silver, You Know That Lining is Silver, You KnowThat Lining is Silver, You Know by ~ElvenWhiteMage
By Portrait of a Scribe
Sometimes, the future looked bleak. Usually it was when he was elbow-deep in somebody's guts, trying to clamp an artery shut with his bare hands, or when somebody lost a leg or an arm and he could do nothing about it. Other times, it was when they were all sitting around the supper fire, and someone would say something that let him know that they still remembered him how he had been at Toccoa when they would all race up Currahee together just to defy the taunts of twice-cursed Captain Sobel. At those times, Gene would smile and wish he could still remember what his companions did about
Cast Me Gently Chapter 3 Cast Me Gently Into MorningCast Me Gently Chapter 3 by ~ElvenWhiteMage
by Portrait of a Scribe
Chapter 3: Sunrise.
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"This life ain't the fairy tale/ We both thought it would be/ But I can see your smiling face/ As it's staring back at me/ ...It don't matter where I lay my head tonight/ Your arms feel like home."
-3 Doors Down, "Your Arms Feel Like Home"
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My mind is clearer, much clearer, when next I awake. I can tell that I'm lying on something, but it's a lot softer than the cold lab tables that
Alma "Alma."Alma by ~ElvenWhiteMage
Sofia Sartor blinked slowly as her husband's bass voice rumbled into her ears. She ponderously turned around until she could see him, sitting at his desk, staring at a sheet of paper. Then she watched in astonishment and some slight horror as he started to giggle.
When she asked him what in the world was so funny, he held up a drawing of a spherical object with archaic designs etched into it.
Pointing, he repeated, "Alma."
And with that, Ezio rose and left, clutching his sides and still giggling like a young Fiorentini girl.
What in the world was so funny about the Turkish word for "apple"?
Spark All light had failed.Spark by =Gold-Seven
There was only darkness. Darkness, and him, and the pain. The pain was the only thing that was not dark. When Maedhros closed his eyes, the pain even blocked out the darkness, drowning it, mostly red, sometimes white.
There were no stars; even they had failed. Maybe they were still there somewhere, above the reeking fumes and smokes of the furnaces of Angband. Maybe they were already gone. Maybe the world was already gone. He had no way of knowing. Sometimes, it would rain, but the rain was black and oily, and it stank. There was no clean thing left in the world. It burned in his eyes and in the many wounds upon his bo
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I Have To Pee 
It's somewhere in there... If you'd like, I can send you a concept picture in the meanwhile. 
