Sometimes (WIP?)Sometimes the salty taste of the sea gets oldAnd sometimes the darkned nights get awfully coldSometimes you get tired of the brave and the boldBut all of the time,I'm missing you,And thinking of home.Sometimes the ocean gets wild and roughAnd sometimes men crumble when they say they are toughSometimes these men, they laugh and they bluffBut all of the time,I'm missing you,When going through this stuff.Over the seas of black and of blue,I have wished for the chance chance of seing you!But then I notice the folly insideThat I pushed you away,And now,You have,Died.
For Sword and Honor~Part 34 Thutmas lays on a bench with a bottle in hand. Nome pears around a corner and watches him. "He's...he's so..." "Lazy," Venera finishes. "Indeed. All he does is drink, sleep, and throw up on the occassion. I expected him to be more..." "Strong? Useful? Less of an ass?" "All of those things." Cleto walks by them and straight up to Thutmus. "Hey Thutmus, you said that you would help me with those rowdy orcs," he says. "When did I say that?" "About two hours ago." "Sorry man. I must have been drunk then." "You're drunk all the time! You're never not drunk!" "Hehe. I know." "Fine. I'll do it myself." "Have fun." "Stupid no good..." "So what's your next plan, Nome?" Venera asks.
Ruby and Oliver~Part 2 Birds chirped over head to the rising sun. Ruby opened her eyes and yawned. She sat up. No music was playing. Perhaps the old man was still asleep. Ruby opened up her backpack and got a sandwich and a water bottle. She unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite out of it. Sure a peanut butter sandwich wasn't a normal breakfast, but she ate whatever was in the fridge when her dad was asleep for breakfast. This was kind of like that. She hummed a little bit of the song that was played last night while she opens up the water bottle. She takes a sip and continues her meal.*A small while later* Once she was finished with the meal, Ruby heard the piano music again. A different song this time. She pondered for a moment. The house was a pretty good size. Is the old man willing to have some company? He did let her stay in the shed. Ruby decided to see if the man would let her stay a while. She walked out of the shed an
Ruby and Oliver~Part 1 A little girl runs through the darkness. Tears streams down her face. She wore a white dress with a red gem in the top-center. Her long dark brown hair flew in the wind. "That's right! Just run away! Run away from your problems! Like you always do!" The man shouts from the open doorway. He holds an empty bottle of vodka in his hand. He throws it, trying to hit her. The bottle hits the ground nowhere near her. She hears him shout curses, demanding for her to return. Saying that this will just be like last time. That she'll come home hungry and begging to stay. This won't be like last time though. She was done. Had enough. A tear rolled down a bruise on her face. Other ones were here and there. Some on her legs and arms and body. Even though quite a toll was taken on the girl physically, her mind was in even a worse condition. She had become afraid of her father. The one that drinks. The giver of the bruises.
NothingWoke up in a dark placeWith memories of a lost faceAlone in the dark shroudAs a dark storm cloudI feel scaredStanding up to look aroundWhere no one or thing could be foundNo account of timeOr a brief shineI feel emptyNo wind blowsNothing under my toesNobody to hold my handNothing telling me to standI feel lonelyI fall down to my kneesAnd shout into the darkness my pleasBut I cannot leaveAs tears start to fleeI feel sadBut then I realize,Why should I cry?Emotions start to escapeAs I accept this fateI feel nothing.
For Sword and Honor~Part 31 Abelena lay in a bed in the infirmary. The rest of the team stiod there. One of the doctors came into the room. "It seems like the blade was poisoned. With something quite exotic apparently. I don't think I've seen these kind of effects before..." the doctor says. "Anything else?" Issac asks. "We know she only has so much time left. Three days tops." "Is there any antidote?" Noah asks. "We don't know. The nature of this poison is very rare. Only something in myth and legend." "I see. Thank you doctor," Elidia says. She takes Issac out of the room. Noah sat down beside her. He took hold of her hand. He heard a knock at the door. He sighs. "Come in." A messenger steps in. "Letter for Mr. Lynwood?" "That would be me." "Here you are sir." The messenger hands the letter to h