

The Material of MythsCash blew like leaves across the courtyard, signifying not the Fall between Summer and Winter, but the fall of Dremel Fiefdom, who had been clutching the briefcase that had contained the money until only a few moments before. Dizzy scribbles of energy spiraled off his head as he scanned the perimeter of the courtyard, hoping to catch sight of his unseen attacker. He felt the back of his head and discovered red syrup. He ventured a taste, and he realized it was blood. The blow to his head had apparently cursed his brain with unfortunate sluggishness. He needed to gather his wits if he was to face the mystery lurker.The Material of Myths
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Monolog wanting to be dialogIve been receiving death threats again.Monolog wanting to be dialog
But youre already dead.
Yeah, I know. I feel like a billionaire whos receiving letters from Publishers Clearing House.
Does that mean that you equate being alive to being in poverty?
Yeah, but Ill equate anything that moves.
Easy there, guy. My wife moves. My mother moves. Even my children move.
Yeah, it must have been hard when they all left you.
Nothings harder than the present. &nb
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"I am not afraid, I was born to do this."
-Joan of Arc
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You're worth a life. Never forget that.
darling(for only Nobody knows
where truth grows why
birds fly and
especially who the moon is.
-ee cummings.
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My goal is not to wake up at age 40 with the bitter realization that I have wasted my life on a job I hate because I was forced to decide on a career in my teens.
¡noʎ sǝʌol ɐlıʞ ǝɥʇ
Nice stuff.
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