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Roswell Hammond carefully made his way through the putrid caves that - until now - had been serving as a hideout for the necromancer who had been terrorizing his village for the past several weeks. As a devout follower of Heironeous and a competent man-at-arms, it would have normally been his job to eliminate the undead threat to his family and friends, but as the youngest of three sons, he had to wait until his elder brothers deemed it necessary. Today, finally, his brothers had deemed it necessary. "Alright, everyone," his eldest brother Colin had announced to the ragtag group of hopeful heroes he had gathered that morning. "We have

Tentacles of black Creeping over everything Hiding in the back And in dark corners Of every place I have known It makes mourners Of happier men Who know not how to survive Without a close friend Tentacles surround Suffocate my aching heart Seeking fertile ground For insecurities to grow and sprout, Someone, please drive these deadly demons out!

I took a walk through dream's resplendent door And met a girl I'd never met before. Her hair was embers, dying yet still strong Her voice, a sweet but simple summer's song. We took a walk through towers of old books, Peacefully drinking our friendship in. All fear and insecureness we forsook, My hand in hers, untainted perfect skin. But daybreak stole my lover of the night, The harsh realities of every noon, And took away my maiden of the moon, Never to be blessed by her sweet light. And now I wait, eternally alone For one last sleep to take us to our home.

A lone man knelt at an altar. He was a fairly average sized man, but his surroundings dwarfed him. A cathedral the size of a large city surrounded him, reaching up farther than he could see, lit by an eerie purple glow that permeated everything, despite there being numerous pillars and decorations in the enormous place. Benches stretched far behind him to the back doors, enough benches to accommodate several small villages, and in front of him was a small altar. The altar, engraved with mysterious symbols, was otherwise unremarkable, at least compared to what was beyond it. A vast reach of chairs, screens, and tiny rooms, all used for people

Wind blew across the waters near Solfedad. Known the world over as "the Bay," Solfedad was the capital of a fledgling nation, too young to even have a name yet. It was already a city of the world in its own right; rich families the world over came to stake a claim to the new nobility, poor people came hoping to find work, and thieves came to steal from everyone else. As a result, it was much like any other city. Much smaller, certainly, but given time, most thought it would grow to be one of the greatest cities of all. Making its way across the sea towards the mainland, the wind passed many ships. The city had earned its nickname by being pe

A boy was sitting on his rooftop, watching the sun gradually collapse below the horizon until only the stars lit the ground below him. He scanned the sky, searching for something, but after a few moments, he shook his head and climbed back down through the trap door in the roof to his room. Before blowing out the candle lighting the room and settling in for the night, he hesitated and looked around for a moment, but decided it was nothing and went to sleep. He awoke in darkness. At first, he treated it like any other morning. He yawned, he stretched, he debated in his head whether or not to get up. One part of him wondered why he felt fully

        Rex Kienel was hungry. The feeling stayed with him constantly, but for some reason, it never dulled with time. His stomach constantly gnawed at him like a dog on a bone, though with its size, he thought it felt more like a gigantic wolf attacking a dinosaur bone. If he had money, he would have wasted away on drugs long ago, but most of his tiny teacher's salary was tied up on food. He even had to cancel the rent on his apartment, which led him to sleeping – and living – in his classroom. Fortunately, the principal didn't mind.        Letting out a sigh, Kienel reached into his refrigerator to grab a snack. His favorite was mayonnais