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A Dark PrayerYou take up space
While you're so out of place
You're messed up already
Any more deadly?
You're tired and lost
Can't handle the cost?
Problems of our own
Won't keep us alone
Before the Death comes
Watch him as he runs
Forgotten by Love
One abandoned dove
Coated mistaken pleasure
Breaks your only treasure
Dance on Darkness
Relish such harshness
Peace within no presence
Count by the seconds
Don't let it return
Stand still and Burn
Praying For Dawn: May 1, 1983May 1, 1983
“Alright, as usual here’s your bill,” the Doctor said casually passing over the piece of paper.
“Thank you,” Derek said as his hand gripped a heart attack written in numbers. It was always expensive here, but everything was practically perfect in this little hospital so he had no other option. He wanted only the best for his family. And Doctor Reynolds was a wonderful and merciful man. He was not only an excellent business man but a sympathetic friend.
“Would you like the bill for your son now, too?” asked Reynolds without looking up from Emily’s body. She seemed to be resting relatively well. As she always did. God bless her little soul; she’d been in constant agony since her first pregnancy and he was certain that a second one would definitely take its toll on her.
Derek’s eyes suddenly shot up. “My son’s not in the hospital.”
The two shared an uneasy glance. Emily appeared peaceful in her sleep
Humanoid: Mode .16000.16000
A large mass of people crowded around the stage. The noise was quiet until the curtains drew back. Thick, ancient red cloth strung over the scratched and dirty wooden floor, coating it with a grace long absent from this place. Their ropes were tired and dull, but still sewn with the golden thread of respected people. The scent of heavy exhaust sighed out over the miles of crumbled rock and debris, spraying dust into the air. A fog crept over the heads of the hundreds in a ghostly manner.
Hearts beat loud to the sound of the moth-eaten fabric scrapping open; a display which had not taken place in over three hundred years. Their throats leapt into loud screams and cheers at the sight of what lay behind it.
It had been over six hundred years since one had been seen. It had been of seven hundred since one had been created under illegal circumstances. On the day of January the first a new vision had been born.
It stood on four feet, assembled by fresh gears from abandoned mechanisms.
Chapter One: Glimpse__________Chapter One: Glimpse____________________
There was a trail that led from the Edwards to the willow tree on the cliff sides. It was carved into the grass by three children. Although John was closer to being an adult, he was more himself when he was with those two.
One thing was certain about them: they all had secrets rooted into their pasts that linked them together.
Carrie had a weak heart.
John could only remember a girl from his childhood who he called his little sister.
Ryan, in a way, had multiple personalities he could only describe as other forms.
Coincidence had no part to play in their lives.
It is frequently heard that everything happens for a reason and that may be why people choose to push forward in bad situations. The first to make a difference in this trio was John. Unusually so, considering his violent temper and lack of patience at that time. Something within him took over that day.
Carrie’s first winter at the Orphanage was a brutal one. She was much younger at
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