SymphonianBookworm

Other men... other men, as they age, merely grow stranger. I fear I am one of those. I am the bones of a foreign species left drying on the plain that was once, long ago, a sea. A curiosity, perhaps a reminder, that all has not always been as it is now.

for the sun. That way if you miss, at least your arrow will fall far away, and the person it kills will likely be someone you don't know.

And then there are the ones who stay awake, looking for that skip in perception, the crack in the illusion that will explain how their eyes got duped; they’re the kind who won’t rest until they’ve mastered that little bit of mystery for themselves.

You need only peer into a demon’s eyes to know evil is not some vacuum waiting for virtue to come and fill its emptiness. Evil is a force.

I don't have a yahoo, but my email is [email protected] if you'd like to contact me!

wocky

“What is it we value? Innovation. Originality. Novelty. But most importantly...timeliness. I fear you may be too late, my confused, unfortunate, friend.”

“Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.“ -Someone

Female

Somewhere... over the rainbow...

Reading, writing, playing D&D.