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Started October 12, 2019 by @Mojack group

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Sandra Star, a tall, thin blonde rushed down the street and up the stairs to her apartment. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she wore a white floral dress. She stops at her door, fumbles with the keys, unlocks it, and walks in.

"What the hell is wrong with you, lady?" Sandra asks with a look of irritation.

"Why would you be upset? You have a great job with a wonderful clientele." Her friend answers, though it comes out as snide. She opens her mouth to respond, but then pauses. At her glance, the blonde's face appears confused for a moment, then angry.

"Sorry about that, sweetie," the brunette says softly. She grabs the keys and takes two steps toward her, glaring at the woman.

"Just let me in. I wanna see more of the place."

Before she can say anything else, the door opens, and a short, dark-skinned man approaches her from behind. Sandra hesitates.

"Hey," he says, holding up his hand

"Hey," he says, holding up his hand.

She smiles at him.

"I'm looking to start my own life."

"And what are you looking to start with?"

"I need your help," he says softly. "I haven't done anything to deserve this. I haven't done, I don't know, anything but everything is wrong with me."

"How about you give me a break," she says, giving him an indulgent kiss on the forehead and then a kiss on the lips, "And get back to work, you'll do a great job, and not lose a single employee."

He bites back a chuckle. "I'll try."

Sandra Star, a tall, thin blonde rushed down the street and up the stairs to her apartment. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she wore a white floral dress. She stops at her door, fumbles with the keys, unlocks it, and walks in.

"What the hell is wrong with you, lady?" Sandra asks with a look of irritation.

"Why would you be upset? You have a great job with a wonderful clientele." Her friend answers, though it comes out as snide. She opens her mouth to respond, but then pauses. At her glance, the blonde's face appears confused for a moment, then angry.

"Sorry about that, sweetie," the brunette says softly. She grabs the keys and takes two steps toward her, glaring at the woman.

"Just let me in. I wanna see more of the place."

Before she can say anything else, the door opens, and a short, dark-skinned man approaches her from behind. Sandra hesitates.

"Hey," he says, holding up his hand

"Hey," he says, holding up his hand.

She smiles at him.

"I'm looking to start my own life."

"And what are you looking to start with?"

"I need your help," he says softly. "I haven't done anything to deserve this. I haven't done, I don't know, anything but everything is wrong with me."

"How about you give me a break," she says, giving him an indulgent kiss on the forehead and then a kiss on the lips, "And get back to work, you'll do a great job, and not lose a single employee."

He bites back a chuckle. "I'll try."

His friend chuckles and continues and pulls the rest of their food out of the refrigerator. "Can we just hang out, right?"

"If you want," Marco replies.

They're joined by a handful of others as they sit around a table across from the window, eating. It's a nice warm night for them all to just sit and relax - the windows to the outside are all the same shade of green that they've been seeing lately and the lights in the buildings are dimmed by the setting sun. The silence surrounding them is thick - they've spent the last a few hours together, the majority of their time in the hotel. They've all been waiting for this moment all this time, waiting for him to break the silence.

What does he do?

He looks up at the sky, at the trees lining the street, and at the city. The streetlights dimmed and the building lights turned on. He's tired of just walking to wherever his friends and family are. He doesn't want to live in any

Ohhh it's a party now XD

Ohhh it's a party now XD

Evidently! Lol

Sandra Star, a tall, thin blonde rushed down the street and up the stairs to her apartment. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she wore a white floral dress. She stops at her door, fumbles with the keys, unlocks it, and walks in.

"What the hell is wrong with you, lady?" Sandra asks with a look of irritation.

"Why would you be upset? You have a great job with a wonderful clientele." Her friend answers, though it comes out as snide. She opens her mouth to respond, but then pauses. At her glance, the blonde's face appears confused for a moment, then angry.

"Sorry about that, sweetie," the brunette says softly. She grabs the keys and takes two steps toward her, glaring at the woman.

"Just let me in. I wanna see more of the place."

Before she can say anything else, the door opens, and a short, dark-skinned man approaches her from behind. Sandra hesitates.

"Hey," he says, holding up his hand

"Hey," he says, holding up his hand.

She smiles at him.

"I'm looking to start my own life."

"And what are you looking to start with?"

"I need your help," he says softly. "I haven't done anything to deserve this. I haven't done, I don't know, anything but everything is wrong with me."

"How about you give me a break," she says, giving him an indulgent kiss on the forehead and then a kiss on the lips, "And get back to work, you'll do a great job, and not lose a single employee."

He bites back a chuckle. "I'll try."

His friend chuckles and continues and pulls the rest of their food out of the refrigerator. "Can we just hang out, right?"

"If you want," Marco replies.

They're joined by a handful of others as they sit around a table across from the window, eating. It's a nice warm night for them all to just sit and relax - the windows to the outside are all the same shade of green that they've been seeing lately and the lights in the buildings are dimmed by the setting sun. The silence surrounding them is thick - they've spent the last a few hours together, the majority of their time in the hotel. They've all been waiting for this moment all this time, waiting for him to break the silence.

What does he do?

He looks up at the sky, at the trees lining the street, and at the city. The streetlights dimmed and the building lights turned on. He's tired of just walking to wherever his friends and family are. He doesn't want to live in any

He doesn't want to live in any of these worlds."

And so the young poet's journey may end in these new worlds, where he learns to love, and to make love, and find joy. But the poet's journey may end further still, in the otherworldly land of the dead, where he finds the answers he seeks, or he may discover that he can return to those worlds by going down to the Otherside, where there are no answers, only the will to live, and the death of the ego.

Sandra Star, a tall, thin blonde rushed down the street and up the stairs to her apartment. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she wore a white floral dress. She stops at her door, fumbles with the keys, unlocks it, and walks in.

"What the hell is wrong with you, lady?" Sandra asks with a look of irritation.

"Why would you be upset? You have a great job with a wonderful clientele." Her friend answers, though it comes out as snide. She opens her mouth to respond, but then pauses. At her glance, the blonde's face appears confused for a moment, then angry.

"Sorry about that, sweetie," the brunette says softly. She grabs the keys and takes two steps toward her, glaring at the woman.

"Just let me in. I wanna see more of the place."

Before she can say anything else, the door opens, and a short, dark-skinned man approaches her from behind. Sandra hesitates.

"Hey," he says, holding up his hand

"Hey," he says, holding up his hand.

She smiles at him.

"I'm looking to start my own life."

"And what are you looking to start with?"

"I need your help," he says softly. "I haven't done anything to deserve this. I haven't done, I don't know, anything but everything is wrong with me."

"How about you give me a break," she says, giving him an indulgent kiss on the forehead and then a kiss on the lips, "And get back to work, you'll do a great job, and not lose a single employee."

He bites back a chuckle. "I'll try."

His friend chuckles and continues and pulls the rest of their food out of the refrigerator. "Can we just hang out, right?"

"If you want," Marco replies.

They're joined by a handful of others as they sit around a table across from the window, eating. It's a nice warm night for them all to just sit and relax - the windows to the outside are all the same shade of green that they've been seeing lately and the lights in the buildings are dimmed by the setting sun. The silence surrounding them is thick - they've spent the last a few hours together, the majority of their time in the hotel. They've all been waiting for this moment all this time, waiting for him to break the silence.

What does he do?

He looks up at the sky, at the trees lining the street, and at the city. The streetlights dimmed and the building lights turned on. He's tired of just walking to wherever his friends and family are. He doesn't want to live in any

He doesn't want to live in any of these worlds."

And so the young poet's journey may end in these new worlds, where he learns to love, and to make love, and find joy. But the poet's journey may end further still, in the otherworldly land of the dead, where he finds the answers he seeks, or he may discover that he can return to those worlds by going down to the Otherside, where there are no answers, only the will to live, and the death of the ego.

But this time the poet will have to face himself; it will not be an easy time. Only when he faces himself, he learns what it means to be alive.

The Dead are in Heaven, the Light is on Hell. Each has to face his own shadow and his own mortality, because only then does he find the answers he deserves.

This book is a collection of six works, which are arranged chronologically (followed by some remarks about each)

To find out more. Go to the Home Page for the collection.

The Poet's Journey, by Thomas Wolfe

To find out more. Go to the Home Page for the collection.

A Brief History of Hell, by Arthur Conan Doyle

To find out more. Go to the Home Page for the collection.

andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) picked up the plate, and Jayson's eyes widened.
"Don't touch that!" He said urgently, and andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) sighed.
"What, I'm not allowed to pick up a plate, that I'm being paid to clean? What's not, her not letting me breathe?"
"Keep it up, Robertson, and that will be next," Talia drawled, entering the room.
She glanced at one of the maids, but she quickly turned, looking down at the plates and plates of food spread around.
There were four maids working at the table. The other two maids looked to be between the ages of twenty-eight and thirty, and the oldest one was a slender woman, with white hair and freckles.
Jayson had never seen her anywhere before, but she was wearing an ornate gown.
"You came! You have everything you need!" The woman cried as she ran over to the table, lifting up the plate with a flourish. "We've got two more plates, a pot of soup, some bread, and some tea.

That works…decently. There was also one where Talia started stripping down but I'm not posting that lmao

I don't want to do this. It hurts to think, to see who I really am. I have always felt as if I am someone who is on the brink of death. I've seen a lot of my sisters die and it has caused me to develop a kind of desperation that I didn't ever feel before. I've been told there is nothing that could give me the strength to be a father. I know it's not possible. I've been told that the only people who ever truly love me are my friends, but all the love I've been given has almost always been of the sexual nature.

All I want to do is share my secret with as many people as possible. I think there is a lot of pressure on men to love women, but I want to be able to show them the truth. It's about what's right for me at this moment. I think men should be more in touch with their emotions. But in order for that to happen I believe in the power of our minds. I want to see men being vulnerable with women.

He hobbled away as fast as he could, blood oozing and dripping from his leg.

That moment was the start of an insane, vicious night.

It was the last thing Daniel expected. It felt like a lifetime ago that he would be standing at the edge of that burning canyon, his legs wrapped around the burning steel and he could only hear the screams of the dying as they raced up and down the cliffside. Daniel had seen the entire canyon, all along. If not for the heat, he wouldn't have known they were burning. He would have just gone limp and forgotten about it.

A light in the distance. A crack.

Daniel blinked away the smoke. His vision still hurt all morning. He didn't know how long it had been since he had woken up, but it felt like a lifetime. Before he could regain the energy to lift another arm, he began to feel dizzy.

He struggled as hard as he dared. The pain shot through his arm and he collapsed to the ground. For the first time in many years, he felt the ground beneath him, and knew the earth was really