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In the night rain falls Shattering stained glass windows Clattering on roof tiles Steaming in the fac’try smoke Above gleaming skyscrapers Nature feels no touch No treetops does the rain reach The green leaves do wilt The rain is poisonous ash Killing all in its dark path Man-made m... - Poetry > BalladThere once was a man who lived long ago Whose body was young but his heart had grown old His mind was full of the things he’d been shown Nothing new or bold to him could be told But a man came to him with whispers unknown Promising wealth, riches, power, swearing it was free “See magic i...
- Opinion > Social Issues / CivicsFreedom: The basis of our belief system. Our whole society revolves around the belief that we have it. But do we really? We set-up organizations and governments that limit our freedom, when we claim that FREEDOM is what we want most! So why do we contradict ourselves in such a matter? Because we nee...
- Fiction > Historical FictionLondinum was even more pathticly defended Camulodunum. I marched my soldiers into the city without having to kill a single Roman soldier. We looted the city of all its riches and burned it to the ground. We then encamped oursleves outside of the city and held a feast in Andraste's honor for giv...
- Fiction > Historical FictionI watched from my chariot as the army marched forward. We would reach Camulodunum by the end of the night. Addedomarus had told us that the Roman governor, called Suetonius, was away fighting on the isle of Mona. Therefore, Camulodunum was left completely undefended and it would be incredibly easy t...
- Fiction > Historical FictionThe two girls wept silently as they watched thier father die. Prasutagus, my husband, was lying on his bed peacefully with his eyes closed. His hands were folded across his chest as if he was merely sleeping. My daughters, Heanua and Lannosea, were crouched next to his bed quietly weeping. I turned...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy"NO! I won't go back there. I won't, y-you can't make me," I screamed. "I have no idea what you are talking about, I never planned on bringing you back," said the tall woman standing in front of the door. Her name was Ms. Isabel. She was a tall, thin woman with l...
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