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Colliding starsOn opposite ends of the unvierse two stars charge towards a damaging awakening. They soar through the enternal black sea leaving a blazing trail of beauty mixed with the destruction. The collosion could be horrifying and maybe it will make something that others will use as a beacon of hope. When they finally fly near each other they take form and seem to dance. One leading the whole routine as if it had been planned. The other following closely in it's embrace. They spiral in all directions before they finally collide. The explosion is huge as the mixed beauty and destrucion spColliding stars


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My name is Olaic Wildbeard. No, not anymore my name it is lost to the ears of people as the birth, and death of a Dwarf is to the scales of time. My brothers death's had cause me much grief. They were my only connection to my family, because I never got along with his father I always looked up to his brothers Trod and Willow Wildbeard. The day I recieved the letters saying both had died in war I was soon to dispute with my father on the future I wished to have.
My father waited for me outside the house. He had his armor on, and his axe in hi


Stuck in the enternal pictureThe silent howel that just drifts along the edge of my ear as the pencil moves like a feather caught in the wind. the single beam of light in the ever dark room cuts through the very fabric of time and space. As to pierce into my heart and soul leaving a hole which will not go away. The shadows are my only company as a count the ticks of time in my head. This room once glowed with life, and joy. That was a long time ago before I lost my will to that draining leech of life. The very thought of leaving this little comfort spot makes the body shake, and twist. The old jazz music bStuck in the enternal picture
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