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Beams of light reflected across the old ruins. Minuscule particles embedded the weathered stones, causing the stones to have a shimmered glow of a thousand colors. Many years of elemental exposure had reduced towering columns to mere stumps, grand walls to waist high inconveniences. Age had allowed the forest to overcome the ruins. Great oaks had torn apart the stone with immense root systems and brush had cluttered the grounds. Peace that only time could bring whispered through the ruins, mixed with the slightest hint of sorrow.
A young boy, not
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- Oct 29, 2009 New Sketch ^^
- Oct 6, 2009 Untitledness
- Jul 13, 2009 Do I Really Have to Title This?
- Jun 14, 2009 New Book/New Sketch
- Jun 7, 2009 Frustrated:: Ugh
- May 26, 2009 It's the Beginning of Something
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The stars seemed to be brighter there than elsewhere, and shone down with a purpose rather than just sitting in the sky. They seemed to be fighting the moon for the attention of the mere mortal eyes they shone towards.
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The stars seemed to be brighter there than elsewhere, and shone down with a purpose rather than just sitting in the sky. They seemed to be fighting the moon for the attention of the mere mortal eyes they shone towards.
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Writing is simply putting another world onto paper. Just like a piece of art, paint your story into existence.
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The stars seemed to be brighter there than elsewhere, and shone down with a purpose rather than just sitting in the sky. They seemed to be fighting the moon for the attention of the mere mortal eyes they shone towards.
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Writing is simply putting another world onto paper. Just like a piece of art, paint your story into existence.
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Writing is simply putting another world onto paper. Just like a piece of art, paint your story into existence.
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