

Writer's BlockThe Tale of Vilory, Master Penguin Hunter in the land of Giants. (Nice Title. I like it. I like it.)Writer's Block
Chapter one, Part one. (This is going to be so great!)
In the beginning (Oh, shit. Not now. Please almighty muse not now. I've been dying to post something all week!)
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(Common man, you redefined the meaning of creative with that killer title! Who wouldn't want to read about a guy named "Vilory?")
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(And Penguins. It's got freaking Penguins in the title! Penguins are the su


To My Warm-Loving HeartTo my Warm-Loving Heart,To My Warm-Loving Heart
Dear friend, where would I be without you? Together you have made our existence a happy one. Nothing will ever compare to life of our laughter, or the sting of our tears.
In the most recent years we have seen ourselves able to share such sweet moments with the hearts of others. From a night in the woods,
to an afternoon at the beach Like static electricity, our love was brimming with energy. Yet the others soon left to only be replaced with another.
Each departing has been more painful then the last. &


AdulthoodAdulthood is a ravaging beast compared to the birds of youth. Coming in various forms, be it through love, hate or death, the beast always finds a way to sink its deadly bite into its unbeknowning pray. Those who already bare the creatures mark upon them, constantly try, with every of inch of strength they have left, to prepare their kin for the monsters advances. Yet their cries of caution fall on deaf ears, because one cannot truly understand the agony of the bite, if they have yet to be bitten by the beast. For nothing can stay the determination of Adulthood.Adulthood