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by Wraithwriter
Wed Feb 13, 2019 9:30 pm
Forum: Poems
Topic: A Soul's Guilt
Replies: 0
Views: 46

A Soul's Guilt

You were sick and in constant pain. Every day a challenge that shone through your eyes, But you were always there when I needed to talk. Soon your suffering grew too much to watch, So a trip we took. You were so excited, your tail wagging. Like a puppy you tried to jump around, But age and pain were...
by Wraithwriter
Tue Feb 12, 2019 9:28 pm
Forum: Poems
Topic: Humanity Lost
Replies: 0
Views: 25

Humanity Lost

Humanity Lost The World so vibrant and warm, Yet I pull away. Sounds that once brought pleasure No longer appeal. Gentle words from those I love Now only breed deeper ire. Where has my humanity gone? Why does the frigged mechanical workings Of my mind call me? Help! I drown in the endless Spirals of...
by Wraithwriter
Tue Jan 22, 2019 11:39 pm
Forum: Other Shorts
Topic: Why did we think we were God?
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Views: 202

Why did we think we were God?

Why did we ever think we could play God? First it was the systematic targeting of the unborn that tested positive for unwanted traits. Then we arrogantly experimented with natural selection by monitoring lab fertilized eggs and eliminated those that developed in ways that were unwanted. We developed...
by Wraithwriter
Wed Oct 17, 2018 5:36 pm
Forum: Other Shorts
Topic: Spider
Replies: 0
Views: 22

Spider

I am dead. Not a death of body or soul but one one joy. This death did not come upon me suddenly, no it lured me in with gentle words and sweet tasting kisses that blinded to the danger of the tangled web I approached. Once captured I lived in my cocoon as one joyful pursuits after another was strip...
by Wraithwriter
Fri Sep 07, 2018 12:16 pm
Forum: Poems
Topic: Do Not Cry Mother Fore I Am Home
Replies: 0
Views: 69

Do Not Cry Mother Fore I Am Home

Mother why do you cry? Is it because you miss my hugs, Or my tantrums? Do you miss my nightmares, Or the endless requests for drinks of water? Mother please don’t cry. Remember when I thought monsters were in my closet? You came like an Angel and help me believe they weren’t real. Remember on my fir...
by Wraithwriter
Mon Nov 20, 2017 9:22 pm
Forum: Other Shorts
Topic: City of Twelve Spires
Replies: 0
Views: 444

City of Twelve Spires

In a land ravaged by storms of wild magic and rampaging horrors there exists an oasis of calm respite; this was the City of Twelve Spires. In this place the forces of Good wage their war against Evil, yet all know they dare not seek ultimate victory. Here, in a bizarre twist of fate, the people desp...
by Wraithwriter
Fri Oct 20, 2017 10:45 pm
Forum: Ghostly Ramblings
Topic: Session 5
Replies: 0
Views: 459

Session 5

A gentle rain fell sorrowfully upon twelve newly filled graves. Each drop seemed to touch the packed earth and roll down the mounds like tears on a living cheek. It was as though the world itself mourned the loss of lives to such senseless violence. Shaking his spectral head the watching spirit move...
by Wraithwriter
Thu Jun 22, 2017 10:01 pm
Forum: Adventures of Tiag Streamhammer and Aalish Triggerguard
Topic: To Wicker? Or not to Wicker?
Replies: 0
Views: 391

To Wicker? Or not to Wicker?

It was a beautiful day with not a cloud to marr the pristine azure glory of the horizon. Occasionally a gust of wind would stir Tiag's beard and bring the pleasant smell of mountain pines to him, but he was unable to enjoy the view or the smells. No, he, a dwarf, clung desperately to the sides of a ...
by Wraithwriter
Sun May 07, 2017 8:54 pm
Forum: Fan Fiction
Topic: Maza
Replies: 0
Views: 335

Maza

Chains. They are my punishment and my salvation. My life began in the breeding pens of a prosperous slave trader based out of the anarchic Varisian city of Kaer Maga. The trader was a decent man, if you can fathom some one dealing in slaves as being decent, and cared for his merchandise, so waited t...
by Wraithwriter
Thu Apr 13, 2017 7:08 pm
Forum: Fan Fiction
Topic: Death March
Replies: 0
Views: 290

Death March

The klaxon shut off as the Captain reached the bridge but Milly barely registered as she screamed hysterically into the communications console in front of her. “…Mayday! Mayday! We’re going to die! Send Help! Oh gods! We’re going to die!” A slap across the face snapped her out of her hysterical rant...