Nevertheless, the slow pacing of updates is inevitable.
The bard has many more tales to tell, he's just too busy living 'em.


For the First TimeDarkness enveloped the night, revealing that the sun had set hours ago. The moonlight, on the other hand, illuminated the huge Victorian garden and allowed only few shadows to form on the grass. Next to a large apple tree, two pale corpses lie down beneath the leave filled branches and talk to each other.For the First Time
So we have the night for ourselves? asked intuitively the male figure.
Not really, but all weve got to do is keep a lookout on the mansion. Its not that bad the young girls speech evaded her friends intentions.
I think Paul can handle himself. It


A Different DiagnosisThe cardiologist came into the room with an exam in his hands.A Different Diagnosis
He grinned, laughed in a comforting manner and said it was normal. Said there was nothing wrong with my heart.
Bitch Dependency he called it:
A bleeding scar created after having that silk-smooth red carpet pulled from under your feet and having your face hit the floor.
The biggest problem isnt getting hurt, the doctor went on - its being unprepared. Feeling the carpet shake a bit doesnt give you enough time to foretell whats to come. Not being able to do so leaves you in doubt and compl


End of ChapterAnd so it ends. This chapter is over.End of Chapter
Turn the page over.
Turn the page. Turn the page.
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I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all. ~Richard Wright
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A Vagrant Bard...
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A Vagrant Bard...
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A Vagrant Bard...
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A Vagrant Bard...
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