

Atop a Hill not Far from HomeAtop a hill not far from home Brought here beforeAtop a Hill not Far from Home
by guidance of roam. `Still in sight was church and road beyond which folk just never go’ed: there hedge and hall and heart e’er grow’ed.
“But what abroad? But what abounds in places no man ever found?” No answer would I ever get a smile and polite “forget”: those questions who still linger yet!
So climbed I that hill once again: Ahead lay naught but tree and fen, rivers wide and cold and deep which ran from hills and mountains steep


Confront Her with JusticeThe message is that I'm eating my body until I've worn away from blunt gnawing the cubic centimetres, leaving behind a raw landscape with strings of muscle sticking out and so sensitive as glass caught between the nail and its bed.Confront Her with Justice
Against the howling breath of Winter, around an autumnal fire in the middle of the cavern: the Echoing expounds like  


Riverhill IOver the crescent bobbed a little head—not necessarily little, but by its distance it seemed small—that was soon shown to be accompanied by two other little heads. Sticking the blade in the stump, Kjeld Jens shifted his weight onto his father’s old axe, straining his eyes to see past the poinsettian rays tiptoeing over the tops and through the branches of thinning-leaved trees lining the horizon. To his left sat his small wooden abode, adorned with two happy circular windows with oaken shutters he had fashioned himself; to his right ran the Long Road, along which the proprietors of the little bobbing heads were traveling. He adjusted the brimRiverhill I


Acropolis I:IIIJustin felt a grip as a vice tighten around his neck-- he gasped. The lights flickered back into life; three men surrounded him: one, the librarian, who seemed much more dark and terrifying in this moment, though his hard stare relented once he recognized Justin’s face; the second was about Justin’s height, with a mop of dark hair and a trimmed goatee; the third and final was currently hidden behind Justin’s neck, and for this reason could not be seen. ‘Speak,’ snarled the man harshly into his right ear, ‘who are you? Why are you here-- what did you hear?’ ‘He’s the man who sits in the back...’ the librarian grunted; he stepAcropolis I:III
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All you need is ♥love♥...but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurtCharles M. Schulza♥m
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