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The original reason why this site was here. A new project is destined for these pages, so stay tuned... Ecrodorias.
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Scissors. By A. Ockendon (Ecrodorias)
"What are you scared of?” She stared at him, watching him stare at her. She could feel his eye's on her tears, as she knew he could feel hers on his scared face. “Scissors,” she answered. He nodded, understanding, absently stroking his hand with the missing fingers.
Ineffective Rescue. By R. Adams (Midnight)
The ambitious Elf looked down at the red, bubbling lava below as she desperately straddled the ceiling and she watched as a single bead of sweat trickled from her brow into a long drop towards it's hot, molten fate. It was at that point that she began to truly appreciate the risk involved in this fools errand. But with the prize so close now, it was not the time for hesitation.
Simple Things By A. Ockendon (Ecrodorias)
I am damned and nothing can save my soul. I turn to leave, feeling the light upon my back. I hear her voice calling and I can not abandon her, I must continue. What is it I fear, coming home should be as simple as it gets
