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......: Vlanglid'orn the Morthaul
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20 January, 2008. Vlanglid'orn was a morthaul. This really meant nothing to anyone, but he was. He couldn't help it, he had been born a morthaul. All of his brothers and sisters had been born gasterthaulicts, and he alone had been the morthaul. But it didn't matter to anyone. Except him. Why was he so different? Yet, even as they cast their whompsmoshers, dealing out death almost supernaturally, they never, ever tried to kill Vlanglid'orn. He just wasn't very tasty looking. He always stood about, erect a...
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......: 5/20/07 - 5/27/07
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21 May, 2007. The Tears of a Hero. The dark, black box trimmed with gold lay silent, pointing an invisible, accusing finger at the faithless enemies of freedom; those who mock the efforts of the brave, the silent, the dead in glory. To fall in battle has ever been praise-worthy, and the soldier in the box was no different. The soldier went to his honored rest as the black box was lowered into the lap of the Earth. Vote for someone who supports the heroic sons and daughters of our nation's true Heros.
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......: Omaha
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21 January, 2008. The mounted Maschinengewehr 42 machine gun continued its methodic staccato, although the rate of fire was such that the human ear could not distinguish between separate shots, the sound of ripping cloth earning it the nickname of “Hitler’s Buzzsaw”. The five 7.92x57mm bullets ripped through his flesh and muscle with the same level of care and sensitivity as a chainsaw through an unwanted sapling; and with much the same amount of destruction. The scream was horrifying, gurgling, and comp...
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......: Bloody Sunday
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20 January, 2008. There aren’t any bagpipes a’ skirlin’ to lift my feet higher, and I’m not wearin’ a kilt – but I hold my head higher to think of them. There’s no deep thrumming of the drums to steady my heart, and no rat-a-tat-tat to heighten my senses, but I hold my head higher to think of them. I think of my mother, and hope she is safe and warm on this chilly night. I like to think that I do this for her, but I’m unsure. Yet, I do think of her and hold my head higher. The Captain came by a short whi...
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......: 1/13/08 - 1/20/08
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19 January, 2008. Who REALLY invented Post-it Notes? Now, so as to satisfy all of you who have your very own beliefs on the subject, I will state a few of the many popular beliefs (or misconstrued, preconceived notions; however it may be.). Now, you might ask ‘Why did they use Yellow? I personally don’t have any clue which statement to believe. I think that perhaps it would be safest to just forget the entire subject and go on in blissful ignorance. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). All ent...
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......: ROCKS - Part One
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20 January, 2008. ROCKS - Part One. There was once a man named Ebert who lived alone. He did not live alone for any particular reason; he just had always been alone. This man’s life was a confusing mix of simplicity and complexity. Ebert's life was simple in its routine: He always did the same things, all of the time. He got out of bed every morning at 8:00 o’clock sharp. As he stood up from his bed, one or two rocks always fell off his bed onto his foot. He always yelped in pain. About an hour after Ebe...
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......: Abeo Hades Abscido Compleo Ab Deus
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20 January, 2008. Abeo Hades Abscido Compleo Ab Deus. The green plasma-like blobs faded as soon as they appeared. He slowly turned, looking in all directions, oblivious of the crumbs on his chin and clothes. The view was the same everywhere he looked: Grey, featureless, boring, and sadistic. He couldn't think of enough descriptive ways of saying he hated it. Dropping to his knees, he sobbed un-checked, as he stared down onto an unchanging grey surface. A little spittle, mixed with more than a little ...
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......: The Picture
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21 January, 2008. The page has yellowed with age, and the edges show the wear and tear of the countless fingers that have lifted and held them. The book itself is starting to fall apart, its binding creaks and complains with every movement. Printed on the page of the open book is a simple, black and white photograph. A large field, lined with trees, was the stage set for the scene. A few blurry, man-like shapes can be seen in the background, their apparent activity now frozen in time. The subtle ...The m...
