Jack stood up and looked around. He was surrounded on all sides by a pleasant green meadow. The grass was freshly cut but still swayed slightly with the breeze. This was the place he thought. Jack unzipped his pants and began to masturbate ecstatically. He pumped as hard as he could, jerking with passionate fury at his hunk of meat. It was bigger than most dicks in the world a staggering ten inches. But this was not the point. Jack imagined Casey back in his apartment sucking him off. Ever since she had broken his heart he had been searching for the perfect place to finish himself off. Jack seemed to have conqueror his quest as now he was filled with a serene peace in all essences of his mind. He had one objective to complete and that was to spew his load. With his mind on Casey jack beat his meat like he was 14 years old and discovering it for the first time. He had never been engrossed in such ecstasy. Every pump brought him such immense pleasure that Jack wanted to fall to his knees. Somehow he remained on his feet and after what seemed like an eternity of endless ecstasy Jack was overcome with the most pleasure filled experience, for a moment Jack experienced Nirvana. The feeling was so intense that he succumbed to his knees as white hot juice sprayed out onto the fresh cut green grass. The semen tickled the grass and started to weigh a few blades down. Jack was on his ass now in a spread eagle sitting position. He looked down at the semen and was impressed at how much had come out.
“Not once when we fucked had that much come out” he stammered out loud still overcome with the emotions of masturbation.
“fucking bitch” he added.
Jack stood up and pulled up his faded grey slim jeans. He fastened his ornate studded belt with a skull for a buckle.
“Man that felt fucking great” he stated
Jack sauntered through the green grass meadow back towards the path he had ventured off. After about 500 meters he reached it and began to hike back to his Honda Fit. It took 20 minutes to get back to his car and by that time the smile was erased from his face. He unlocked the car and swung his legs in jamming his ITouch into the dock to jam to some Atreyu. Starting the car he twisted the volume dial up to max. The music flooded the car drowning Jack in a sort of anger filled bliss. He began to violently slam onto the steering wheel overcome by the music. He trashed his straight black hair back and forth like a demon. Suddenly he caught himself and put the car into reverse and jammed the acceleration. He pulled back from his parking spot and into the middle of the gravel parking lot. He looked around one more time and back at the path he had come out of.
“fucking bitch” he yelled again. Although he did no t hear his own voice over the music.
He slammed the car into Drive and jolted out of the parking lot and onto the desolate Western Washington road. His eyes feasted on the ornate beauty of the forest around him. Wet and dripping moss sagged from the great brown giants, whose arms reached across the road as if to create an arch. As far as his eyes could see was a dark green beauty on all sides of the road. Speeding down the road Jack could not help at feeling a sense of peace as his Alternative Rock blasted out his ear drums. He was so encapsulated by this feeling that he drifted his eyes closed. He was brought a vision of his ex Casey and her sweet smile. He imagined brushing her platinum blonde hair back behind her ears and staring into her deep blue eyes. Suddenly a flame came over the image and Jack jerked his eyes open. There was a large Deer standing in the middle of the road staring at him. Jack had no time to react and slammed full force into the deer. Unfortunately Jack was not a fan of seat belts and the force of the 500 pound deer flung him through the glass windshield. Fear did not overtake him as he was lifted through the air, not even when the asphalt came up to meet his skull. He accepted the dark foreboding feeling of death without struggle. Jack died on impact on that desolate forest road. The brown giants still reached overhead, now they appeared to be creating the roof to Jack’s tomb.

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Couch Potato
By Angel Callahan

While being unemployed, I think I have found my purpose in life, my passion, my one true love (other than my refrigerator). Most of you would call it the Couch Potato Syndrome. Call it what you will. I call it the always-entertained, always-informed Lair of Angel.

I have all the things I love in my little haven. Digital TV, remote in one hand, laptop in the other. I am entertained and informed in my room. Why leave? Delivery food is the best but now and again, I do venture out to get the foods that best compliment my shows. Gummi Worms for “Meerkat Manor,” bananas for “Orangutan Island,” you get the picture.

My life is great. I’m always the first to know of a national tragedy. If the color goes from orange to red-orange, you can bet I’m the first to know. Two strokes of my laptop and I know if the alert was simply a hoax or to take shelter.

You know that most of the people who fall under this “couch potato” category sit on a couch with a remote control eating a bag of chips (this is my theory of where the “potato” in “couch potato” came from). But not me! I believe that I have taken this lifestyle to a new, more productive, creative level. Call me revolutionary, or a visionary of sorts, but I believe that if the couch potatoes of today follow my example, we could rid society of the stereotype they have fallen victim to. It would be a politically correct ethnic cleansing of sorts.

Now, the CP is notorious for sitting in their mom’s living room or basement. I believe we have to move this trend up a bit. Set higher goals. For example, I moved upstairs in my parents’ house. Believe it or not, this is an important strategy. As an adult living at home with his/her parents, the goal is to be disturbed as little as possible and the parents of adults are less likely to climb stairs. I think this has something to do with arthritis but I also heard rumors that they are deathly afraid of breaking hips. I have not looked into this further.

Once you have your secluded area, the goal is to have everything you need so you need to leave as little as possible. Just to give you a visual here of the type of space you’re going for, think hi-def bachelor pad/loft. More New York loft in size (I’m talking about your first apartment in New York with four roommates, not a Tribeca loft). Anything over 10’ x 12’ is good. Mine is actually 14’ x 18’ but I sleep in my area. Refer back to the principle of leaving as little as a possible.

Now if your bed is comfy enough, you can rid yourself of that couch scenario all together. My bed doubles as a sitting area in an Indian-Guru Style. You know those fluffy mattress toppers that make your bed soft as a cloud? I have three. One on top of the other. A minimum of ten down pillows is a must to convert your sleeping area to sitting. Ten pillows gives you unlimited arranging. Pile them behind you to sit straight up with one under your arm for an armrest. There’s another piling system that allows you to be half-up and half-down, another to prop up on one side on your elbow. As you can see, the variations are endless. I’m considering a coffee table book with pictures of all the different positions.

I chose a Queen-size bed due to space needed for my laptop and office necessities needed for…well, I don’t know really what for but there are scissors (mostly for opening food), pens, highlighters, sticky notes, stationery (doesn’t everybody e-mail?). You get the picture––my miniature office. I actually refer to my laptop as my “partner” mostly because he gets the other half of my bed along with the office supplies.

The absolute most important part of this room/area, as any ex-CP would argue, is the TV. It is imperative that the TV (HD, flat screen) can be seen from all parts of the bed/office area. Technology is important in my Lair. Without it what would it be? A room. So, along with the TV there must also be the DVD player, the VHS just in case, and the all important DVR.

All remotes reside on my side of the bed/office/working area. I keep a small table beside my bed. Some would call it a nightstand but I call it my drafting table. Now here’s where my situation with my partner is different from all the others. My partner gives me complete control of the remote control. Most partners fight over the remote but my partner’s cool about it. I don’t tell most people this but he could (he doesn’t) dial into the network from his server (he doesn’t) and over-ride my channel selection at anytime––but he doesn’t.

So see, these few changes have taken me from a slacker to an almost renter with a working partner and office space. I’m no longer a CP. And with a few small changes, you can be off the couch and into a sleek, modern, information highway cruising pad above your parents. Don’t let anyone call you a Couch Potato again. And who knows, the CP’s of today could be tomorrow’s Silicon Valley. Bill Gates was probably living with his mom when he created Microsoft.

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8. Nakul’s Heaven October 10, 2009


Keshav is always busy in mornings; today he was searching for his tie, his tension creeps up as he discovers a note, the hand in the note is far familiar one to him, before he finished guessing, it bared the sign Your loving dad, Nakul.

Prajeetha, where is papa? Asked Keshav.

He went for his morning walk; he might come any time now, why? She added.
Nothing, He snapped.

For the past 10 days he was not normal, I think something is bothering him, not taking his medicines, doesn’t go out to meet his friends, you must talk to him, Keshav. I thought I would tell you this once you come from you business trip.

Keshav called to his boss and applied leave. And he started reading the note again, this time to find where to initiate the search.


My Dear Keshav,
Do you remember moment when I first saw you in the destitute home? You were four that time. Smart enough to get my eye. From that moment I decided you are my son. How many times you would have asked me “papa why you didn’t you get married?” you will get the answer this time.
I am sure you will remember the day, when you first introduced Prajeetha to me, and asked my consent to marry her. Did you ever felt surprised, that I accepted your decision, you are about to discover that.
Jenny and I first met at little flower nursery school, now a software company stands in that place, but my memories are still undiminished, we went to school in the same rickshaw, we sat together, we ate lunch together. I love to write this.
During one of the Physical education classes she fell down from a swing and got her L-bows badly bruised, she remained calm, it till surprises me. She was taken off the ground for treatment, they told I was crying and crying till jenny came back 3 hours after and wiped off my tears. That day I took her bag, water bottle along with mine, she smiled at me, and I can never forget that smile.
We were 5 that time. From then we thought we will never be separated, times flew fast, friendship turned to love, I felt I was the only person in this world to delight her and to take care of Jenny all through her life. The most important thing in my life is she loved me.
Religion came as a barrier, it ripped us apart. She belongs to an orthodox Christian family. In those days, we had problems from both sides, the marriage was forceful. She was forced to marry a guy and got transferred to Chandigarh. I never saw her after marriage, time will heal all the wounds they say, I was desperately in need that medicine, lots of them. She never wrote to me.
I never took care of myself, until I found you. You provided a new meaning to my life. Time passed.
10 days ago I met our doctor Ramkanth, in the destitute home, you know he was my school friend; nice guy still gives his service for free at the age of 75. He told me a shocker; he met Jenny at a Teresa old age home. He also explained her condition; her husband loved alcohol more than Jenny, died in cancer. With a child in hand she worked as a servant maid, doing household chores for the wealthiest. Her son got mixed up with underground, left her in his adolescence. She asked for a voluntary transfer from the missionaries of charity in Chandigarh to Chennai, hoping to find me.
The next day, I met her, I easily recognized her eyes, and they say the eyes never change, but it showed little signs of fatigue and more signs of disappointment. I was there standing before her, she dint remember me at first sight. Her hands searched for something, I touched her hand and helped them recollect her spectacles. One was deeply cracked, the other scratched, with threads rolled to hold the fame. She took nearly a minuet to put on her spectacles.
Tears rolled over her bony cheeks; those same cheeks I threw holi powder, it rolled over the lines of ageing, this time I was the one who wiped the tears. Her voice, her heart, her mind all tried to express three words “I need you”
I thought I will tell you in person before leaving. But time is short for both of you, we have well crossed our ages and both of us not sure when we will take leave from this world.
I will be please if you can visit me there once in a month. Tomorrow, we wish that me and Jenny die on the same day, if one of us is left for pain, please take us to your home.

Your loving dad,
Nakul.


Keshav’s tears almost blotted the letter he was holding. Took his car and raced to The Missionaries of Charity. The scene he saw at the home was heart moving.

He can see his father sitting, at one end of the bed staring at a face, the face he remembers from his child hood, face which is sagged and embroidered with wrinkles, the face which had tried to complete a smile, but failed, temples wet with tears that ran all the way down to drench the bony pillow. The face should be of Jenny’s, Keshav concluded.

Papa what happen? Asked Keshav.

Eternal silence filled the room.

A voice of an elderly woman in her forties broke the silence, “she had suffered a lot both of her old age and mental agony, and yesterday she fell down from the step, paralysis made her lower part of body functionless”
Nakul saw the letter in Keshav’s hands, for the first time in his life, Keshav saw his father breaking down.


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Nakul decides to stays in the missionary, talking to Jenny, taking care of his possession-rediscovered.

Keshav and Prajeetha visit the missionary every week.

Keshav’s kid Dhiya is now more close to Jenny, now Dhiya’s best friend is Jenny not Nakul.

Jenny feels that if she dies now she will reach heaven.

Nakul lives his life as he is already in heaven.

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I was out very late one night walking on a beach near to my home. I was caught up in thought and distraught over the mystery of life and my existence. Why? Who am I anyway and what is this thing that has me breathing, thinking, wondering and realizing? What is this thing called life, I yelled out loud? Then, out of nowhere a noise could be heard. I yelled back "who is there"? Again, a very faint voice was audible and somehow the voice was coming from a muddy place near my foot? Ughhh! Great, now on top of everything else I was going through I was hearing voices now too. Wonderful! And to top even all that off, I was now bending over against my backs desire to sift around through the muddy sand making sure to listen all the while, listen for that voice again. Hello are you there, I called out again feeling more and more like a goof-ball. Yes, I am down here pick me up I am the white sea-shell with the crack across my back from some snot nosed kid who ran me over with his soggy heel this evening. Fearing for my sanity I picked up the cracked sea-shell and began to ask a string of questions to verify and qualify and quantify my being awake. This was surreal, I'm telling you I was shaking in my boots.

So, what's your problem why are you walking out here on the beach all by yourself at night? Moving the sea-shell away from my ear now I thought that my reply to its question should involve me speaking into the shell so that's what I did. Hi, uh sea-shell. My name is Robbie and I am walking here tonight on this beach because I have been very curious lately why I am here and what the purpose of life is? Oh, one of those deals, eh? Let me tell you something 'Robbie' about life okay I want you to listen very closely to me and I want you to remember this. It's about "Life" and about a thing few know of. Robbie, you picked me up tonight from the sand and you are standing there right now wondering how a sea-shell could possibly be talking to you. Am I right, so far? Yes Mr. Sea-shell you are 100% right about that! Yeah, I know. So, let me tell you these things and then you will have to less to ponder about and perhaps you can move on to bigger and better things. Does this sound like a good idea, Robbie? Yeah (trembling) I guess so? Okay great! First of all I don't want you to worry so much about "Life" or "Death" anymore Robbie because doing so just doesn't make anything better. I know that's easier said than done but maybe this will help shine a light on things for you. Robbie when you know a thing that few others know it makes you feel good but you have to be very careful about who you tell after all if you tell everyone you meet they will have equal knowledge to you and that's just boring. So without further adieu allow me to enlighten you.

Robbie, you are from the sky. Yes, and allow me to elaborate. // (Robbie holding the sea-shell tightly to his ear and shivering from the cold temperatures of the sea-side)//

Robbie you see all those stars above your head, go ahead and take a look. Uh, yeah Mr. Sea-shell I see them all? Okay, good. Robbie you are a Star too my friend. A real-life star transformed into a man one day and just like that you are here but unfortunately you are completely ignorant to the whole 'who, why, where and when' aspect of things. Let me explain. You were way up there in the sky awaiting your judgement by the Universe God(s). That's right every star was once a human being just like you are now. Any human being that doesn't go straight to Heaven or Hell become stars. Yeah there are alot of you up there, I know! So, Robbie you see whenever a man becomes a star it really means that he has to at some point come back down here on earth and try again. If you do well you will go to the Moon and eventually you will go to Heaven. If you do not do well on your second try on earth, you will go to the Sun where it is very HOT! And I'm afraid from there you will go to Hell. Robbie, this might be harsh news to you but now you have the true story of who you are insomuch as you are a human being here to try again. You also know where you are heading to either Heaven or Hell or the Sun or the Moon. Now to finalize my teaching Robbie I must tell you that because you know these things now you must become a public figure who will convince others to be good and try hard at being a the best person they can be. Sometimes good people end up in bad places simply because they, like you, end up lost and confused walking on the beach? You were blessed tonight but now you have a huge responsibility to share your insights with others without ever being direct because the truth is never what people want to hear. I could tell that you were able to hear the truth Robbie because you were all alone on this beach and because I knew that you were going to drown yourself. Robbie, go now and save others. People need your guidance and your insights. Be gentle and loving and strong.

Put me down now and go, never tell a soul about this but let this experience be your light and your guide. If you do what I know you can you will make a difference for yourself but more importantly for others.

Robbie left then, putting the Sea-shell down he slowly walked away knowing he would never feel the same way after looking up at the sky. Still, this truth gave Robbie a newfound meaning and purpose and he eventually became a public speaker and changed his name to Anthony Robbins. Hey, you may have even heard of him?

Gerard Haughey

Bungee Jumping could be a pivotal point in your life.

Consider Josie:
 
Josie walks up to the edge of the bridge. Her eighteen-year-old body violently shivers at the thought of jumping down. She was going to do it, she had to. With the tour group staring at her saying silent goodbyes, the man strapped her up to a bungee cord.
“We gotta’ put this on tight, don’t want ‘cha slippin’ out in mid air, do we?” The man began to laugh.
Quick thoughts ran threw Josie’s mind. What if I slip out? And die? I haven’t even had alcohol in my life. I haven’t even…
She turned her head at the most beautiful sound she had ever heard—a voice from a man. He had shaggy brown hair, and beautiful hazel eyes. He wore khakis and a sweater and tie—perfect for a summer in Ireland.
I haven’t even kissed a guy in my life…
She knew going and having a beer at this time, nine a.m., was totally out of the question, so she maneuvered to the next thing—kissing that man.
Josie walked up to the man without a second thought and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, but before his lips could part with the question “May I help you?” she flung her arms around him and kissed him so passionately it almost hurt.
And after a moment, he kissed her too.
“What’s your name?” he said between kisses.
“Josie.” she said. “Yours?”
“Matthew.”
“Nice…to meet….you.” she said.
“Mmhmm.” he picked her up, while she was still attached to the bungee cord.
“Oh, hold on.” Josie said, untying the mess of the bungee cord that was wrapped around her legs now.
She finally broke free, and walked down the bridge in the arms of Matthew.

Rhuan charged forward without fear his chest pounding with the exhilaration, he knew his death was soon, but he didn’t care for such small inconveniences his father had always told him when he was a boy still mastering the sword that he was not to be afraid of death and to embrace it when it came no matter if it was of your body failing from old age or from a spear in glorious battle, Rhuan had always thought his father a wise man but he disagreed with the former and would always prefer to die in battle not for money or a country squabbling over borders and lines on a map but for a cause one worthy of him this cause was worth his life and worthy of his participation and because of it he would not see the sun rise again.
Sweat from his forehead started to drip down on his silver armless chest plate and into his eyes obscuring his sight momentarily he could still see that the enemy was over a hundred feet away and many thought it was a stupid tactic to charge into battle with light armour and no horses to carry him and his men but these things did not matter any more he had just six thousand men making this running charge into the dreaded shadowspawn lines, an aggressive and organised force that outnumber his 8-1 coming into fifty feet of the shadowspawn he could feel the thump of his and his fellows boots throw up the hard packed dirt and dust like a slow drum rhythm with each step upon this blighted land, he listened to the whistle of the arrows thrashing and swooping past his ears and into the ground and boring there way into the bodies of his men each body falling to the ground sometimes with a silent thud or loud bloody scream of a man in despair knowing his death was seconds away, if he was lucky, all was heard perfectly by Rhuan each death piercing his soul just like the flesh and bone of his comrades for each one he had fought in battles with and talked like brothers around the roasting pits of camp about problems with the wife on many occasion, these weren’t just his comrades they friends and brothers staring death in the face and laughing with mirth unknown.
Rhuan was now within twenty five feet of the enemy his tanned skin and long dark hair dripping with sweat the feeling of life, he signalled and he and his men unsheathed there swords each of various sizes and shapes for each of these men had come to fight this disease from many places and nations of this land, his own were two short curved blades the length of a grown mans arm from shoulder to the tip of his finger the hilt wrapped in a blue cloth grip, originally his wives veil taken from her and used to make his grip on the day he found her mutilated body after the battle of Tor he had embroided the cloth with words in the ancient language of the creator which she used to, translate before they joined this cause over a decade ago, translated it reads, ‘Guard my soul and body and I shall Destroy that of our enemies my Beloved Eliza’
The enemies lines started to charge, coming ever closer now to the shadowspawn he could estimate about two yards now, an ever quickly closing gap he roared with all the power and justice he could put into his voice as to let it carry to as many men as possible.

“Let us on this day brothers and sisters”
Six feet.

“Show this stain and shadow upon the land, our hearts and soul”
Four feet.

“ And then show them there’s!”
Rhuan shouted with complete conviction.
Two Feet.

He heard a loud roar from his fellows of satisfaction and pride in what they were about to achieve it lasted only a second before he ran the blade in his right hand through a ghoul’s chest and then took it’s head of in a clean sweep from his left in a spinning motion trying to catch as many other ghouls in the process they were bald jet black creatures with human features mostly except they had sharp spacious sharp teeth, built for devouring and tearing mostly human flesh they were stronger than a normal man with larger foreheads and did not die easily. To survive long enough to take a handful of this force would require great tactical skill and a work of art with sword play that is only written about in legends fortunately this day will become a legend, plunging his right handed sword into a ghouls shoulder blade from behind and then using a swinging motion with his leg he tripped it toward the blood covered ground, shades of deep red and black saturated the dust the latter coming from the enemy, stamping down hard upon it’s face the ghouls head crushed under Rhuan’s dirty boot he gazed around for a moment looking for his comrades, he could still see them fighting the enemy with great skill worthy of this legend many falling but making sure they were taking as many a foe down with them as they could Rhuan could see men that should be dead still fighting, persevering when despair and hopelessness should have claimed them, his head stopped searching he now saw what he sort a hooded man on horse back wearing a cloak of black that looked so dark it could suck the light out of the air, a ghoul rushed him as he was distracted and he fell to the ground dropping his blades on the way down, quickly acting to survive he moved his head out of the way of the red covered dagger bearing down upon him, it struck the ground he used his right hand to grab the ghouls wrist that was holding the dagger which was stuck into the ground and had only scraped Rhuan’s face causing a small bleeding gash, he followed that smashing his metal gauntleted fist into the ghouls Face with his last free hand causing it to roll over onto it’s back giving him an advantage he quickly rolled with ghoul so as to be now on top, Rhuan feeling desperate and tired beyond belief then pulled his knife from his ankle sheath while restraining the cornered beast trying to lash out with its hand and snarling at him with it’s putrid teeth he plunged the dagger into the creatures eye instantly killing the foul thing he spat in the creatures face a mixture of blood dirt and saliva that had gathered in his mouth during the struggle.
 Rising cut and bruised not all attained from that bout, Rhuan grabbed his blades and relentlessly attacked the ghouls surrounding him dismembering one in front of him attacking another soldier and piercing a heart of another all spraying him with blood as they went into there death throws, so much so it took him a few moments to notice that a torrential downpour had started it felt like it started so as to clean and rejuvenate him for the man he sort he could hear the pop and blasts of lightning close and far.

‘This really was a day of reckoning’
 
He thought to himself, the man he searched for within this torrent of lightning blood and death was a great general of the shadow he was the reason for this suicidal attack against the shadow he was a great strategist and had been a great man and friend of Rhuan before he turned to the shadow a decade ago causing Rhuan to lose a battle to save his homeland of Tor because of the mans betrayals and schemings, the man was a former shadow of himself now consumed by hate and dread for all men who gain power fear losing it the most ,which was the precursor for this old remnant of a tactician to claim many of this lands nations in the name of the shadow, so this is why Rhuan sort him so, for the death of the man would slow the dark tide rising over this forsaken land a war the Light was and is losing against the shadow and has been slowly over the past few decades, when reason was replaced by doubt in Men’s hearts.
Hopefully today’s show of defiance will make men reach for heights of great courage,
Time appeared to slow down around Rhuan he could feel each drop of rain and every splash blood touch his skin, cleaning and tainting him as he defended himself against this tyranny of evil, his eyes locked upon his target he jumped into a sprint feeling the ache of his muscles the cuts upon his body being stretched and pulled, re-opening with each stride but this Rhuan did not care for, there only was one focus of his attentions his men had started to fall now and the battle would be lost soon he had to just accomplish the two things here he came to do leaping at the horse with a great stride made from the back of a falling ghoul, his eyes met the man who was responsible for plunging a sword blade through the falling creatures stomach the man looked in amazement and smiled just before taking an arrow to the ankle, Rhuan had is blade extended as to cut into the man from atop the horse, the man spun round facing Rhuan cold calculated eye just before falling of the horse, Rhuan plunged to the ground after the man with no control of were he was falling he landed with a roll and spun round to face his target with blade in hand just as he felt something hit his chest he blinked in surprise at what happened dropping his sword, it making a ringing sound at is fell on the dusty ground he put a hand at the left hand side of his chest falling to his knees grasping a large triangular knife which was sticking out just where his heart was blood pouring down his breast plate, How? The man had got up ready with a knife and thrown it at him in the time it took Rhuan to stumble over the horse and rise up from the fall.

“You were always arrogant of your abilities Rhuan even as my student”
The man said in a confident well spoken accent, lowering his hood as he was walking over to Rhuan, Rhuan could now see the man properly he had not changed much over the years where most men get frail with age Shi’ Tan looked more refined and stronger he had under estimated his enemy and now paid the price he thought the man was weak with age and lost his edge and yet the abomination seemed more cunning and deceitful than a snake in burning grass, he came closer and closer with each step and Rhuan felt weaker with each as if the blood was beckoned from his body with the mans steps Shi’ Tan had grey hair and was off a tall, large build he had a short beard that went from temple to temple and was connected by a moustache of gray and all dotted with black hair he wore a jet black breast plate with a gray silver outlined raven upon it devouring a human skull this was the emblem of the shadow the man was now in front of him looking on him like a child might do a bug wondering how best to kill it now he torn the things wings off, it did not scare Rhuan but gave him time

“Shi’ Tan do you remember what you said….
Rhuan stopped for a moment coughing up blood and spat it at Shi’ Tans feet he cleared his throat and continued.
“About how a man should always finish his enemy off quickly”
“Yes boy I do remember I said he should do so as to allow his enemy some dignity and honour in death”
Staring intently town at Rhuan he continued his answer.
“But boy I shall not do this for you I am of the shadow now and show…”
Shi’ Tan cut of as Rhuan harnessed all the energy left in his body rolling to the side grabbing his sword by the embroided haft Rhuan used every muscle still able to move in his hands and legs in order to put himself into the right attacking stance in his joints was terrible as he jumped to his feet and plunged his curved Toran sword through Shi’ Tans heart all he could do was show surprise and terror upon his face.
“You also told me later that very same day that to take your time with your enemy when he was dying could leave you open to attack from the cornered animal, I believe you called it well Shi’ Tan I am a cornered animal, a vengeful husband, a leader of men who laugh in the face of death and greet it as they would a long lost brother, I am the light which destroys the dark and banishes the shadow to never return, I am not the last of the covenant created to hold you’re masters tide of shadow back, where his touch spreads hopelessness, despair and doubt the covenant shall spread Courage, Hope and Compassion I was born in blood and I shall die in blood I am Rhuan of the warrior Tribe of Tor”

Rhuan pulled his sword out of Shi’ Tan who well backwards to the ground with glazed distant eyes seconds after Rhuan collapsed upon his knees then on to his side darkness started to take him he could here the old flute and drums that his people used to play before battle and with his last breath he recited the passage for the last time ‘Guard my soul and body and I shall Destroy that of our enemies my Beloved Eliza’ but before the darkness grasped him, he realised the drums and flutes weren’t a fleeting memory of years past they were coming closer and louder which meant.

The Covenant had Come
‘The Joy of Death praise the covenant’
He thought to himself just before the darkness took him

me an my friends were smoking weed at my mates house,one sunday afternoon.we had smoked a few joints ,so every 1 was getting ready to leave.wen my friend noticed the weed had gone missing,so we all had alook bout the house wen we noticed paul ellis acting suspiciously.walking with a limp.my friend asked the miget boy paul ellis "wat u got in ur shoe?" he replied nothing ,my friend the forced the miget boy to take off hes shoes an turn them upside down so ne thing in there would fall out,he turned them half way over,wen my friend noticed sumthing in his shoe,paul thought he could steal from hes mates,an still does to this day.ow an paul got punched thru a bush twice.lol he ran all the way home an neva returned.he nw sits at yard writing bullshit storys bout the people who used to be his friends.another story coming "the midget boy gets beat down"

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Once there was wizard. A very happy one actually. Justin Crowcaller was a necromancer and Amanda Petalstones was a theurgist. See, the two were opposite. A necromancer would kill anything that was alive (except wizards and such) and a theurgist would make anything dead come back to life nice and healthy. Opposite am I right? There are such things as ranks. Justin's rank was 33 and his best friend, Dustin, was 40. Amanda was rank 31 and would always feel safe with Justin, especially when he saved her life from a wicked witch from the forest. Now she was in love with Justin as much as Justin was in love with her, but one day, a dark rainy night actually, Amanda did something that would change Justin's, Dustin's, and her very own lives by doing the unspeakable. The unpredictable. Break a fellow wizards heart. Amanda always loved Justin but that didn't stop her from thinking about Dustin. Dustin's rank was impressive. Much higher than poor Justin's. Dustin was a trouble maker. Some say he even cheated into becoming the rank he was. Amanda knew this but who could stop her from thinking about him. Justin, on the other hand, was a smart lad. He would study even on days their were no tests. He was a star student. Amanda would get fed up with this though. She complained that he loved books more than her. Justin burned his books to show his love for her but she was still angry. She left Justin to Dustin. Dustin knew Justin would die if she left him but he didn't care. Not one bit. He loved Amanda but not for her rank but for her looks. Just like that, Amanda chose strong over smart and the two newly engaged couple left Justin, in the rain, on his knees, crying. No one could save him because nobody wanted too. Nobody cared ... except Justin. Alone. That is until a bright theurgist came into his life ...


            The End?

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                               Imprisoned

Every day for the past nine years I've sat staring out the prison's barred windows wishing these walls would crumble before me and let me be free, but for nine years no such thing has happened. I stay in my head most of the day because in there no one can stop me. I'm free to do what I want, when I want. I can fly above the highest cloud, run in the most beautiful meadows, swim in the deepest oceans. But in there, there is no one to love, no one to care for. I'm lost and alone in my own prison, and there's no way to escape. I'm Imprisoned.

 3285 days I've been here. today is October twenty first, the ninth anniversary of when I got here. It seems decades ago, the last night of my life. I remember every second of it. My wife Chloe and I had just gotten home from a night on the town. We were both drunk as hell I couldn't even take my shoes off without falling over. Chloe told me she was gonna take a bath before we messed around. I grinned and sat on the couch, turning the TV on to see the news. Same old thing. Just someone doing something stupid for attention.

 I was dozing sleepily. I could here Chloe's bath water running steadily as I left consciousness. A scene took form: Chloe was watching me jog from the porch. Her eyes felt warming, she smiled and the scene faded. I awoke still tired. yawning, I glanced at my watch. I had only been out for about half an hour. The news was still on same damn story though. I turned the TV off and laid my head on the couch. Suddenly I realized Chloe's bath was still running. I raised my head toward the direction of the bathroom. The door was shut. I sat up stretching and walked over to the bathroom door. A pool of water was streaming from underneath the door. I opened the bathroom door, and there she was lying on the floor with a blank stare, a large kitchen knife plunged deep into her chest. A jerk in my stomach made me fall to my knees.

 My head was spinning. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't even cry. I just couldn't comprehend what I saw. I stumbled over to her, pulling the blood soaked knife from her chest and tossing it across the room. Bloody water surrounded me as I lifted her head, checking for a pulse. There was nothing. She was gone. I laid next to her screaming for what felt like hours. Eventually one of the neighbors called the police. I heard the sirens getting closer and closer. All I wanted to do was hold sweet Chloe in my arms one last time.

 The judge sentenced life in prison for something I didn't do. It doesn't matter. My love, my Chloe, she will be waiting for me.