If you can't take the heatIf you can't take the heat, get out of the furnace.If you can't take the heat
Vyrus veered toward the blue icy door, but something caught his eye. A little gray white-chested bird flitted past him and down the through the red hallway. He hesitated, then launched himself after it. The other two followed him.
He ignored Panic’s protests. The further down the hall they went, the hotter it got. And the hotter it got, the more frightened the boy became.
“I don’t wanna! I don’t wanna! I don’t wanna!”
All of a
Needle in a HaystackXhenzai dropped his friend to the ground and bent over, trying to catch his breath. Don’s pupils filled his eyes, but as he peered into the darkness, he could see nothing. Xhen’s breaths were coming more evenly now. He straightened up and placed his right hand vertically in front of him, centering himself.Needle in a Haystack
The lights came on a few at a time, each with a dull thud. They continued to buzz like a fly next to your ear.
The room was huge — several hundred cubits high. Everything was dirty, and the color scheme ranged from brown to orange. It was filled with ramps which disappeared into dark holes in the wa
...Keep GoingIf You're Going Through Hell, Keep Going...Keep Going
“It is . . . not what I expected.”
Death gave an acknowledging chuckle.
Xhenzai turned to his friend who stared out the window with more curiosity than confusion. His master had never been a religious man. Not that any but his closest friends would know. He kept up the façade and made sacrifices to the various gods and spirits on appropriate occasions. But the only thing he truly had faith in was his own abilities.
Xhen turned back to look out of the . . . what was
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"The function of music is to release us from the tyranny of conscious thought."
-- Sir Thomas Beecham
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Friendship is like pissing your pants... Everyone can see it, but only you get to experience that wonderful feeling of warmth.
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