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Never Coming Back...And They're Never Coming Back
There's a big room through the glass doors that I'm not allowed to go into. We only have the glass doors on one side of our box, and they all look into the same room. It's that big. It has houses with their own glass doors, and sometimes I can even see into them when I sit and look into the big room. The ceiling can even changes colors There are people in the big room too, I can see them walking across the floor, looking at the other houses. They never come into the box.
But my people do. They come into the box all the time, two of them, and sometimes bring people from the big room. I'm happy when my pe
The Bards' Epic I It was noon; Meal time at the great house, which meant the rest of the village was practically deserted. The sheep were corralled for the mid-day break, the cats were set to guard their homes, and the people were filtering in from all corners of the fields. That was how Bacchius first found the place, nearly empty. These people ate earlier than what he was used to, so he was always late to their Meal and came in after the affairs had started.
But that village fringed with hills was inviting to travelers and bards, and Bacchius liked the folk well enough to forgive them their quaint habits. He knew they wouldn't grudge a man his daily Meal
Witch Hazel Everyone knows witches have three eyes. No really, it's true, just ask Hazel. Her, Elma, and Heather. All three are witches, and there are many more around town, don't get me wrong. Those are the just the three that I know personally, but they know plenty other witches. Me? No, I'm just Lily, I'm not a witch.
But back to my point; all witches have three eyes. There's also lore that a witch can't be killed unless she's stabbed in her third eye, but I didn't believe it until I saw Tomas throw a knife strait at Heather's head. Oh! Right, Tomas. Olivia Tomas is a witch hunter, and a girl, in case the name confused you. We call her by her
BigZenHats: The Final Hatting
The Final Hatting
One eye open the other tight shut
One hand to sew the other to cut
One foot to stand the other to race
One soul torn apart in this place
Two heads to think and to feel
Two hearts to tell me what is real
Three spines to bend against my will
Four mouths for chatter to spill
Five men surround me front and back
Five women confound me white and black
Six senses to dull me of perception
Seven steps far from perfection
Eight lights too bright fall against me
Nine lies to tell spill from within me
Ten eyes to see ten to be blind
Ten lives to end and let fall behind
~ Tonight would be her first performance. The thoug
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More