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The Legend of the Otherworld by maxxandmart, literature

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The Legend of the Otherworld

A shine pierces through, the dull dark night, and tears the skein through, that wondrous light. By hands of God, and all it abates, does it work by his demands; thus it creates. Deep from the dwelling, The ground! She is swelling! Impregnated by the force of nature itself abound, doth the belly of the Mother grow ever round. Round and round, grow and grew, the belly of the Mother ever to brew, That which comes next in the cycle of life; The Release of the slippery strife. Expelled, it is, from the Mother's womb. Unfortunate for it, the juices serve as a tomb. Damned for the treachery, betraying its part: the size, shall it shri

The Seer's Mark: Fragments by maxxandmart, literature

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The Seer's Mark: Fragments

Take care of that which are to be read and viewed are seen through the eyes of a lone Seer. Be it may you believe or be it may you do not, it little matters. Of this entry a warning is beseeched. One who opens the annals that which the sights inscribed in this Mark shall take fair note on the entries and care on the contents. Thus, you may scour this Mark with your curious eyes for witness of the unimaginable phantasmagorias of the ethereal and non-existent. I pray you luck on your state of mind. What lo and behold as I had picked my salve from my divinum, and to reach the aria of the soul in the midst of the visions from God. Incense filled

Traum - Chapter 1: The Base by maxxandmart, literature

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Traum - Chapter 1: The Base

A startled move, as the darkness lifted from his eyes. The light blinded him momentarily, as the fluorescent lighting quickly reminded him where he was. A sigh escaped his lips. It was only a dream. He wiped his brow, noticing the sweat. It was like this since the beginning. All of his dreams were nightmares. Never once did he have a pleasant dream. His eyes looked around the room, noting the gray, smooth walls. On the bedside table sat strange daggers. The hilt was square, as was the hand guard. There were two blue dagger blades sitting on the top, both facing the same way: straight. Between them was a black barrel that was very short. Black

Traum - Chapter 0: Regal by maxxandmart, literature

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Traum - Chapter 0: Regal

CHAPTER 0: Regal Darkness. That's all that was visible. The smell of sweat and blood was very strong, almost nauseating. The heat was almost unbearable. Flash of metal and iron occasionally blinded the eyes. Sounds of a loud roar from outside. The clanging of the blacksmiths not far away. The red flare of a weapon in the making. The clanking of poor quality armor. The touch of rust and dust was everywhere. The senses were always in a constant flux of sanity. A very loud roar from outside, and the very faint sound of a soft blow, and the even more faint sound of water gushing. The smell betrayed that hopeful sound. It was blood. Another death