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Doctors Lament It comes with four knocks, the end of what is, was, may. Timey wimey...stuff.

Tython Journal Entry 1 - The Code and the Zeitgeist The Code, they preach it every day. Growing up cloistered in the temple, a sanctuary in the middle of the incontrovertible heart of the Republic, seeded me with my thoughts. I perused the origins of the Code, researching the ideals that forced our kind to set standards. These standards were ingrained deeply into the teachings of the temple, fearful that we may very well produce another catalyst to cause a second schism. It has been centuries, and we are still forced to abide by this Code. We are kept innocent, we are kept pure, and we are kept in the dark. They hide the true Dark Side from

It haunted my waking nights, devouring fantasies and horrors alike. Saline rivers dried up, grieving her by quitting, mourning forgotten promise. The clouds are drifting fast and between them I can see the faded blue, like in an old photograph. She was our breath of life accompanied with hope and ephemeral love. Disappeared without leaving, breaking us apart, ripping me from the hems. I remember how much you and the world were shining. I saw her visage, emblazing stygian, moonless slumber. I reach inward, trying to beckon her, straining to find words. As promised after school one day, I am going to that tower. All I own i

My Regret of the Day That Never Was What's this? I opened my locker and a small, pink envelope tumbled to the floor. Jacque came to mind. Closing the door, I picked it up. It bore my name in handwriting unlike Jacque's. Maybe it's a secret admirer? I humored as I walked to the parking lot. Jacque sat on the hood of my Trans-Am. I shoved the letter into my pocket; I did not need to let her know. She wore tight jeans, with a pink button up over a gripping white teddy. It flaunted her figure, leaving a bit of her light-skinned belly bare. "Hey babe," said Jacque, putting her arms around my neck. I kissed her softly, and she hummed in delight.

rebellion seeded, "enough," cries the bare Oak; young spirited branch sprouts, forsaking frosty confine to kiss Spring's embracing warmth

trample stomp crush crunch; leaves of yesterday crumble beneath schoolyard feet

To both icemagix2450 and BloodR3d-Win3, Three things have happened to me in my life that has utterly changed every manner of which I perceive the world around me. I hated English. It was always my worst subject, all the way up to my final years in high school. Elementary school was filled with failed spelling tests, but aced math and science. I despised reading completely; I felt it was just as bad as chewing on shards of glass. I did not have to read, I was a builder. I had a photographic memory when it came to numbers and their application, but nothing of remembering words in a story. I imagined building cars, burning octane, and freshly

Squash! Insurrection upended King of Squash.

Fear finally departed, I forget you.

"Aaaaauuggghh," I screamed, jumping out of bed. The pillow I lay on was in flames and the ceiling just above now contained a small charred hole. A bright light flashed, knocking me back into the wall, and the flames were extinguished. A small golden stone rest on my once comfortable pillow. I cautiously picked it up and, to my surprise, it was cold to the touch. 'What the hell,' I thought to myself and I began tossing it up and catching it. 'I guess I could skip this on a lake.' Suddenly the outer wall to my bedroom crumbled as the Earth shook. Land sunk into the earth and the neighborhood became submerged in water. I was standing at the la