

Combination journal. Entry 1My name is Loki, and this world is my playground. My arena.Combination journal. Entry 1
My name is Shawn, and this world is my home. My life.
I walk through this place like a God among men, and those that do not bow before me will be made to bow.
I walk through this place like a long lost son returning home. There are many here who miss me, but now I am home.
I will do as I wish, for this is my realm. I will tease, taunt, provoke, test, break, and rebuild anyone who would harm me, and anyone whom I find interesting to mold.
I will do as I must to save as many as I can. Everyone should be given respect, fri


God's JanitorsMy name is Martin Redford, though most everyone calls me Marty. At least, they would if anyone remembered me long enough to think of a nickname for me. I guess I should explain. People always get confused anyways, even after I explain. Like they just can't handle the information. Then again, they probably can't.God's Janitors
After all, who wants to be told that everything you thought you knew was a lie, and all those nasty things that you thought didn't happen any where except in fairy tales, were really just people who couldn't forget their nightmares? Innocent causalities of a war that is fought in back alleys, down below the surface of cit


Random poetryHere I sit; behind these walls that hedge and hem This song; a loop that never ends This place is a cage for the mind Locked behind iron bars of my design He begs me to let him free I know He's still a part of me Anything he does would be harm me and mine And I don't know if I could come back this time.Random poetry
Tasked with remaining still Everything in me screams to walk this world To visit every cave, valley, hill And force this place to bend to my will. This waking world is not the place for one such as me And I dearly hope they'll never see The man hidden be


The Shadow Pact Revised III stepped into the kitchen where Toby stood leaning against the kitchen counter, a glass of water in his hand. His hands were shaking rather badly, and it only took me a few seconds to remember he was still connected to James. The seared bullet wound flashed into existence in my mind. "You look like crap. You can't cut the connection while they're working, can you?" I didn't think he could, but it was always nice to have confirmation. "You know as well as I that the backlash would hurt him, and given his condition, its easier for me to bear the pain then for you to lose the friend." Toby whispered just loud enough for me to hear. My curThe Shadow Pact Revised II
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