Good luck with it.


Ghost At Nielsfield Station"Hey! Heeeey Rioth!" "Whaaaat?" Rioth turned to the voice from staring his half empty tin mug. There sat an overweight bearded man looking back at him with his wild-hair weeding it's way out from his faded green cap in a damp and worn living room, complete with stained sheets on a mattress on the floor and a tiny portable gas stove. "Heeey, man! You've drunk most of my stock maaan!" "Hah, fuck you, you drunk most of it. I just got drunk off the fumes coming from you!" was what Rioth planned to tell him. What actually came out was probably so slurred, it just sounded like a noise changing in pitch at seemingly random points.Ghost At Nielsfield Station


CaveCaveCave
Ouch...
I slowly opened my eyes to my surroundings. My head was on the floor sideways, my right and left arms sprawled out above my head as though I was surrendering to an invisible force . "Where am I..." I thought, as I stared at the walls of my place of resting. It was like a secret unknown cavern, a rock face with pillars of stone coming out of the ceiling, the ground and the surface, but...Bluer. If it wasn't for the lack of any sensation of being cold, I would have assumed I was in some ice cavern in the artic.
Drip...
I turned my head, trying to pinpoint the location of the noise
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Do you realize where he thinks he comes from?
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The truth! The truth! Even if it were a crime!
Check out my gallery. It won't bite. Okay, maybe a little
[link]
My Snow Man Melted Literature Contest! [link]
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The truth! The truth! Even if it were a crime!
Check out my gallery. It won't bite. Okay, maybe a little
[link]
My Snow Man Melted Literature Contest! [link]
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