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I looked at my watch and swore under my breath, Jane was 20 minutes late for her date with me. I sank down in my seat and laid my head in my arms, 5 minutes later the phone rang, I picked it up. Dr Gloria was on the other end, bringing my worst ever nightmare to reality. Jane had been in a car accident on the way to my place and she was now in the hospital, on life support. I instantly began to feel a deep worry pass over me, which urged me to force myself to get to the hospital faster than I had ever suspected possible. Thoughts raced through my mind as I drove to the hospital, my main concern was for her to be alright, I didn’t care i

A boy quietly stands in a group not paying attention to the conversation, but hopelessly looks for someone, he sees familiar hair and a seed of hope grows inside him. He snaps his head back to the group, pretending to pay some attention, but not wanting to be totally inapproachable. He looks back towards the girl and snaps his head back again, she walks past with a group of friends, not noticing him, he watches as she goes, and his seed of hope is crushed by the weed of realism. He wishes that she walks past again and talks to him, but he knows the chances of this are slim, he sees her walking back again, but in the distance, and he stares wi

The Battle of Two Armies The battle was looking bad for both armies. The goblins had lost thousands and the elves had been accursed to aimlessly walk the desolate lair of the goblins. With the elves stuck in the lair, the goblins could throttle the elves (who were frauds), but the elves were cunning and besieged the goblins which made the goblins the besieged. The goblins were mustering their army just as the battle commenced. The fraudulent elven general wielded an immense axe which had been forged at his descendents gnarled, vast lair with a portcullis at the front. The elven army cleaved through the hoards of absurd goblins as a group

The Dragon Prince Prologue It was sunny autumn morning in the land of elves and the barmaid of Selv was all but happy. She sensed fear in all of the elves sitting in the inn. She had accidentally over-heard a group of oddly dressed elven rangers talking about Belm. Belm was a black knight in disguised as a traveling bard but the elves didn’t know that, you would not like to meet him; he looked more like a boar hunter then a bard. He was muscular, had a bow and arrows, six daggers, a sword and wore black war gloves. He would tear apart anyone who got in his way. The elves feared him. The Elves were saying that he was coming to Selv.