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The story enclosed within these pages is not one I have any hopes of you believing. In a world where reason reigns supreme, where common sense overrules the sixth, where you can see what’s real and trust your senses to indicate the true nature of the universe, it’s entirely reasonable for you to believe that some fantastic tale of an alternate dimension, a story that you cannot touch, is nonexistent.

And yet, there are still things about your world that you don’t understand,…

An all powerful, all knowing, eternal entity beyond human perception or conception, forever bound to a set of predetermined laws that it doesn’t understand…formed from nothing, with no companions except for the clay figures it makes, infinitely inferior to it in terms of intelligence, incapable of understanding a single thought it has as it drifts through eternity, formless…it can create life, intelligence, and self awareness, and it can control the universe as it wills, but it can’t create…

Shopkeeper Trader was bored.

She idly glanced around the shop, and sighed to herself as she waited for something to happen. Someone to enter the shop, someone to buy someone, someone to talk to her.

Part of the problem with running Needless Things, as she named the Shop, was that people weren’t exactly flocking inside constantly. After all, it technically didn’t normally exist spatially, only appearing when people were actively searching for it, whether they…

PROLOGUE

The flock has just gotten back together, and Max and Fang are walking along a beach in southern North Carolina. All of a sudden, they find Lissa, the Red-Headed Wonder at a shop. She shrieks and runs over to them. Max and Fang are both wondering why she isn't in Virginia, but they really don't care. This is from Max's point of view.

Chapter 1

Lissa looked at me in amazement as I…

Mostly a reminder to make myself work on this project.

I am currently in the throes of a massive original writing project -- to wit, a trilogy of alternate history novels set in 1896 and 1875. Naturally, I am in need of names for characters and places, general stores and brands. Most of those I have already sorted.

The remaining factor is names, and for historical near-accuracy, I'm going to the Death Index to find them.

Mind you, the SSDI…

I am the Song, not the Singer

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The sun rose, like it did every day.

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My life right now is... insane.  School primarily, but more than that it's in trying to grow up.  Every once in a while, I'll just try and slow life down for an instant and ask myself what I'm really doing.  I ask myself why I do the things I do, why I try to get good grades, why I care about other people's opinions.  I go through life on autopilot, just watching as people and events fly by and leave forever, and ask myself if it will make me happy.  And the more often this happens, the more…

Requested by someone on MDW. I typed it up in under an hour, so it's doubtlessly riddled with spelling and grammar flaws. Hope you find it interesting regardless.

You don’t need monsters or ghosts to trouble you. Some of the worst things in the woods are very real, and much smaller than you’d expect.

It started with just one bite.

Hannah firmly slapped the small mosquito away, but it was already too late. The spot was itchy.

“The mosquito…

I've been writing poetry for awhile and it's fun. I wanna share some of what I've written on here.

Btw, these are all haikus.

Dust shines in that house,

It dances like the phantom.

Lost but not alone.



Flowers in the wind,

Shaken but still going strong.

Help-the silent force.



Her eyes scream hopeless,

Her shaky voice pleads 'Help me'

Pain: her companion.



The ghosts scream for help

No one hears their phantom…

Non Timetis Messor

On a Dark and Stormy Night, The Reaper came to my abode

And because she could not stop for me, I kindly stopped for her

Not in cruelty, not in wrath, DEATH followed me along my road.

To reap my soul. No shock, no engulfment, no tearing asunder.

Standing before me was a grey angel, cloaked in shadows and light.

I smiled at her, and opened my door, as I calmly stepped aside.

Do you know me? So spoke she,…

It was…

Another beautiful day in Eden. As it was every day.…

I’ve got beef with the Hogwarts sorting system.…

DAY ONE: SATURDAY, OCTOBER 30^TH, 2010, 0015 HOURS…

Greg Halifax was tired.

Greg Halifax was tired for the same reason that many other people are tired; he had gone through a whole week of work, a whole week of sitting in front of his home computer and completing site

analysis jobs for an advertising company, and in that time, little, if

anything, had…

“So? What’s the case?” asked the Father, who was in the driver’s seat. As he drove, we sat in our seats uncomfortably. While we’d grown accustomed to having to sit in The Hearse for long periods of time, but ten hours was, quite frankly, ridiculous.

I…

((Lulz. New story. Give your critique, please.))

“Halloween night, huh?” Luke Cypher was in his usual position—slouching in his favorite arm chair, some sort of heavy metal blasting in his ears from his MP3 player. In front of him was a mug of iced tea, with enough sugar and, of all things, milk in it to…