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Where?Life, where has it gone I demanded as I spun myself around while writing a mournful wail within the small square bedroom I most heinously despised living in. Holiness, where can I find such thing as I ripped clean, new books inscribed in ancient phrases and sentences while the crosses I gathered in a pile on my desk explodes in fire along with shredded pages flying in the empty spaces above that burn itself to ashes that rains down on and darkens the floor? Light, where has it gone as I desperately open all shutters on my windows to discover only blackness on the other side, why do sparks not appear as I try to light matches to give glow on top of sticks of fresh wax, why is it that I don’t see the sun anymore no matter how long I wait and stare at the one window above in my room and see the cycle of elemental balance come to a halt? Hope, please don’t leave me too you basterdized feeling of trances to look forward to the future, the sun will return, you will see it, won
Between Two Loves...What have you wrought?
a shadow of pain behind me as memories darken.
once we shared bliss,
hand in hand and glad-hearted,
but your love soured.
A sickening fever of bitterness -
My memories follow love, follow darkness,
in a haze of hate from the bond severed,
I condemn you, love.
AmberfallMonth of Scarlet Skies/ 20th day/ 1290, Era of Renewal
"The autumn season, a sign in time when all life begins to die off and resurrect itself in the spring after they complete their natural hibernation in the winters that spawn storms of silveriness timelessly until at least one soul dies off in the spellbinding frost. To the northern open tundras on Cithan'suhn's colder lands and divided valleys and mountains lie the most rarely explored region on the continent: Amberfall. A treacherous forested region known to blossom beautiful fauna in the warmest midsummer days, but also known for housing the most powerful blizzards even in the earliest moments of falling snow. A deep lowland with many of nature's traps primed and set for the most oblivious of wanderers who dare cross over the land's borders will meet harsh challenges and even death if they aren't careful where they tread in the forest core. However, one may enter deeper and lower into the forest of Amberfall if fate s
Road To PurgatoryRoad to Purgatory
By Brandon Benevides
In a swift moment of darkness I wake standing in smog,
A pathless ground I stand on and surrounded in haze and fog.
High, tall, and far mountains stretch to the rim of empty cloudless sky,
There beyond the range where my way to salvation is nigh.
Forward I go in a maze with no walls,
The constant confusion and fear makes me stall.
But when rays of light shine down and remind me the light of day,
A white winged one of wisdom joins with me and shows me the way.
Silent she was, a beauty so fair,
Reminds me of a loved one who I had left, in her arms in which I dared.
A guiding spirit with a face, whom I gave my vows to commit,
Acting that she does not hear me for she will not submit.
Others I have seen walk by and see no guides right by,
Arousing me of suspicion that my own guide is a lie.
Distracting my eyes from the path that was in my sight,
I return them forward again, and see that I was right.
Those who were around wander no longer in my sight, w
The Author's SideNarrative Paragraph: The Author's Side
By Brandon Benevides
A Pen was in my hand, I had Paper in front of me on a wooden desk, and I was free to write what I desire. There was no assignment for me to do, no one's telling me what to do, and I have my imagination all to myself. I was overcome by such imagination, and I did what my heart told me to do: write. It was on that day in the late spring two years ago, that I chose to be a writer at age sixteen. It was also a sign for me that something both wonderful and developing was surrounding me. A teenager writing his first book...Never I had done before In the past was so fresh and pristine, changing myself for the better when I was at peace. But it was also then when I divided myself in two: my usual life, and my author's life. There was only writing in the author's life when I first experienced it, all else was pushed away, even friends and family. When I would switch lives when I stopped writing, I would have changed back to normal, wha
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