Behind the Curtain.Behind the Curtain.Behind the Curtain. by ~Carl-P-Andersson
I would never had said it if I had known what it would bring me. Pain, a unbearable pain threatening my very existence. Inside me, wrapped around my heart is a snake that slowly, carefully, sinks its venomous fangs into me. The poison is my own thoughts and they made me shiver. So many thing I could have done differently but now it is too late, much too late, too late for forgiveness and regret. I will die yet live on. Don another disguise, continue this masquerade while my body decay inside my costume. I held them, my words, with the edge against her throat and I said them. Everything must end, even the pain, but death s
The Night's LoveThe Night's Love.The Night's Love by ~Carl-P-Andersson
The Night was curious so he braved the light to peek into the window at the woman sitting at the edge of the bed. Why did she interest him so? Brought his cold touch to the glass that separated them. Imagined how it would feel to touch her, feel the warmth of her skin against his ethereal own. She stood up, walked away so the night pulled closer to the window and threw his shadow into the room just so he could see where she was going. The sudden darkness had made her turn in bus direction, she looked out the window, looked at him but did not see him. For the first time Night wished that he had a voice. He wanted to talk, l
Test: Glass Soldiers.Test: Glass Soldiers.Test: Glass Soldiers. by ~Carl-P-Andersson
"Faster!" Commander Excell's voice shouted through the earpiece making Ace's helmet echo with the voice as he twist the acceleration even harder and the engine of his motorcycle roared below him. Swiftly he passed car after car in pursuit of the black van that had left the Central Hospital. "Cerberus has cut off their escape over the north bridge."
This was the second assault on a hospital this week Ace thought as he tracked the van through his helmet's blue visor. If they could catch that van they would have a clue what these terrorists were after. He passed car after car struggling to keep his motorcycle on the road.
Test: Die Worte der Macht.Test: Die Worte der Macht.Test: Die Worte der Macht. by ~Carl-P-Andersson
Warning: The German dialogue in this piece of prose is not grammatically correct.
The cathedral stood tall in the silent night with the three large gates wide open. Gargoyles gazed petrified into the night; they were the silent witnesses to the horrors that had taken place here. They had seen the soldiers as they had been impaled on thick metal rods. They had watched as soldiers had been burned. They had endured the tormented screams of soldiers being torn apart. The gargoyles had felt the cathedral shake as the doors had been forced open and soldiers had began to pour inside but that would not be the last thing t
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it's you, Peder? Are you back?
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How've you been? Hope everything's all right 
