A Prayer for LondonA Prayer for London, for the World Doctor-GrimmA Prayer for London
It is July 8, 2005. Yesterday, July 7, 2005, the city of London came under terrorist attack. 34 people died, an estimated 700 people were injured. This is my prayer for the city of London, and for the world in which we live. Peace is deteriorating quickly, too quickly for this 16 year old.
Ban Together in the Mutual Time of Need... Do Not Succumb to Terror... Live Strong... Survive... If There Was Ever a Time For Peace... That Time is Now... Innocent Loss of Life is Unforgivable... Terror, as a Way to Obtain Peace, is Unac
No Way OutDemon With Reason Presents: No Way OutNo Way Out
I am walking down a catacomb corridor, Lulu and Tool at my back. Adam is lost; Carla is void of vital signs. A soft howling sound flows toward us from our backs, a grim sign that our assailant is still moving. I look for a way to sanctuary, a way to purifying light.
“No way out…” I think aloud. Lulu gasps sharply. Again, a coughing fit hits Tool. “You okay?” “I’ll mana…” His coughing again. “I’m okay.” My party again falls to walking. This corridor is vast. Howling, howling, howling from our backs. It stops, but now moaning. Human moaning! Adam! I
DWR's The Three Little PigsDemon With Reason Presents: DWR’S Twisted Fairy Tales, Old Stories With A Touch Of Realism The Three Little PigsDWR's The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. These pigs were not just any pigs, they were famous engineers. Marty, the oldest of the three, could build anything out of straw. Keene, the middle of the three, could build anything out of twigs. Ray, the youngest, and some said smartest, of the three could make anything out of bricks. The three pigs each owned small cottages made out of each pig’s respective trade, Marty in a house of straw, Keene in a house of twigs, and Ray in a house of bricks. They
The Legendary Maul of SerpicoSome of you out there may be wondering what Sir Kevin’s story is. Well you’re in luck, when I traveled with him he told me of his adventures, of his deeds, and of his fallen friends. I will tell you the tale exactly as he told it to me. Well, almost exactly, I may forget a detail here, or a detail there. It’s my age...but it doesn’t really matter, does it? No, of course not! Now, if you would be so kind as to let me tell my story. Thank you. As always, I’ll start at the beginning. * * * * * No one knows exactly where Kevin came from, not even Kevin himself. Trained by a faceless swordsman and knighted by a nameless king, he travelThe Legendary Maul of Serpico
American Legion of Death Eaters
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"If we all got laid, the world would be a better place. And if we all got laid constantly, the world would be at peace. The sad truth."
~MufaZu Drakon
Holy wooden penises Batman!
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Wizard: So, Fudge, how're ya doin'?
Young Fudge: I'm fine. I was just going through...
Wizard: Have you, uh, packed anything recently?
Young Fudge: Well, no. Why would you ask if...oh, you're sick!
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Wizard: So, Fudge, how're ya doin'?
Young Fudge: I'm fine. I was just going through...
Wizard: Have you, uh, packed anything recently?
Young Fudge: Well, no. Why would you ask if...oh, you're sick!
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