Bimisielf

In the mountains, in the northern section of Gasta, There is a path that wind through the heavy forest. Those who decide to follow it must be in search of an item which most people to believe  to be a legend. some have said that the legendary King Foust visited this place and received his sword. Other say that the current ruler made the trek when he was boy to obtain the training when brought him victory through the Great Wars. Those tales are only seen as rumors, but they are only about what has come from the mountain. On the mountain of Uboro,  about a days trip up, there is told to be a black smith. This blacksmith is said to be able to f

James Keirson was never to good at anything. Ever since he was young, he'd never had an affinity for particulars. He showed no signs of natural talents, no gifts, and not even the simple ability to to pick up simple skills. James had figured that he would always be useless. Well that was until he stumbled into an old theatre, there he found the thing that would give him hope. Kung Fu movies had taught James two thing in that old dollar theater: Great masters can come from any where and even the most unassuming person can become great. "Sky, do you think you could teach me?" James has known Sky for what seems like eternity. The first time he

Okay, the long and short of my existence breakdown to a single sentence: On a crumpled, old dollar, written in blood, sealed with my soul, signed by the devil, insured by god, I shall live forever no matter what. If you need time to take it all in, do it later. I have made a deal with the Almighty and the Fallen Angel that I shall live eternally on Earth without fear of disease or old age. Sweet deal right, yeah I thought so too till Lucifer dropped the bomb on me. I will never be able to have kids, never. I will live forever, but I’ll always shoot blanks. Well, it wasn’t all that bad at first. I really had no aspiration in the sixt

When my eyes cleared Jonathan Lang My eyes cleared Like sun that burns through the core of the dying mist My heart heaved and hoed each lead brick of shame, doubt, and remorse. Limp arm hold nothing but empty promises for unattained changes. Gradual pulse becomes hooves at full stride of the champion horse. What could be isn’t when said aloud, What is is when foot is put to ground and hand put to work. Feet feel sluggish in the sand, Tools feel heavy at first grasp. Gather together the sand and create a solid base, Feet will not waver on packed sand. If the tools are heavy, They will always be heavy. Strength comes f

                                                       Lost Time “Move the damn piece, already.” Jace said tapping his shot glass; Macy had been using the last ten minutes to decide whether or not to move her bishop 2 spaces or three. She wanted everything to fall in place; this could be the last chance she gets. “Come on Macy! It’s the third move in the game. You’re gonna kill my buzz in a few seconds. Just move it.” “Take a shot of the evening’s choice.” Motioning to the bottle of Jameson whiskey, “It’s more to your liking anyways.” Macy swept her long black hair out of her fac