Hey thereRest assured I shall soon fill the void that is my gallery with something I hope folks enjoy.
Inquisitor's Dream PT1This was the girl's secret place, this sweltering attic in her father's inn. Between the slender and twisted wood rafters, Natasha Bergink sat, watching dusty rays of light rise up through the thatch ceilings of the guest rooms below. Aside from those shafts of light, the attic was dark. Aside from Natasha, it was empty.Inquisitor's Dream PT1
That's how she liked it, dark and empty: safe. The heat and darkness and spiders would keep everyone out of the attic, everyone but the half-wit Natasha. And who would suspect her of gazing down through the thatch as guests placed their purses and bracelets and necklaces on dressing tables? Who would think
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If I start to make sense, then you're probably reading it wrong.
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The artist stands in the harshest position of his own art, right above it and inside of it all at once. So while othes look up and see the final product, they can only look down on their own works and view the insides that hold it.
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Dolores Umbridge: You may have heard rumors that a certain King of Rock and Roll is still alive. This...is...a...lie.
Harry: IT'S NOT LIE, I SAW HIM!
Ah, so you're another FA refugee...well, I'm glad I kept up with mirroring and near-simultaneous releases on this side of things.
That reminds me...I need to find time for writing more Omega Wars, maybe after Finals.
Expect me to give you a blip on MSN...saurian fans have my vote.
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