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Love, the infinite circle.

Love, the infinite circle.
HIATUS
1 pages

Life, the life is in the blood.

More importantly, my life is in my blood.

The blood that is now spilling from it's punctured container.

 

I, Justin du Toit, was shot.

My limbs are cold and heavy.

One gripped over my wounded chest, the other frozen in its attempt to reach for, something.

 

My life, my wife, my children.

Shown in bliss to a desperate and flustered man.

I see them all through the dark, through the small black hole of the gun pointed at my face.

 

My last coherent thought,

Barrelling through with the biggest principle of my life was simple, and yet profound.

'I forgive you, my wife.'

 

Bang!

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Freedom Fever (Tentative Title)

Freedom Fever (Tentative Title)
HIATUS
40 pages

An action fantasy where a modern day hulk who finally found love,

is transported to a fantasy world;

would he be able to find a way back when they see what he's worth?

 

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Isolated, alone, blind.

A glimmer of hope rises on the horizon.

With ecstacy I abound towards it.

Stumbling I am swallowed by what I left behind.

 

In faith I choose a direction.

I am rewarded with its glimmering presence once more on the horizon.

But this time I did not stumble to lose it once more.

It was snuffed by fate.

 

From hatred, fevered anger and loss.

I start to shine.

I start to become,

my own hope.

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Hi there avid readers!

I seem to have an issue, where I like to start stories, but fail to properly finish them.

I am practicing to improve on my dedication, by proper planning.

 

If you are willing and able,

then follow me into the next fable!

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My Wide View Of The Small World

My Wide View Of The Small World
HIATUS
1 pages

"Oi! Wake up you damn baffoon!"

My thoughts come together a little bit, but my body feels so, heavy. A bitter taste in my mouth reminds me of mom in the kitchen. I miss her. She always was so kind to me.

Even my first lesson was from mom.

"My special boy, you need to find a goal above just wanting to eat and run, to work in the fields or to just have some fun. A goal that might take many birthday's to do. Since books and making friends are so hard, why not do what you find easy? Why not, become a gladiator?"

I did, and I was good, I even made two friends.

"Guards! wake him up, he is in the presence of the king!"

I hear words, but they sound no different from all the faces yelling at what I do when I battle.

They put me in that stone circle, and when I look up from my enemy, I always see faces. So many faces. Mom said that even the king watched me fight, which always makes me full of energy when I think of it. It was another day in the stone circle when my eyes lined up with hers, my second friend. A few birthday's and 23 more battles were won before I was able to see her outside of the stone circle.

A numb feeling spreads from my shoulder as I feel my body tilt a little from an impact.

Anna!

Anna was her name.

A voice sweeter than the yellow honey taken from the bear's cave. Her way of moving smoother than milk over my tongue. Her hair a shoulder length crown of brown beauty, everytime my eyes saw her a fire started between my legs.

Many meetings later, many stuff mom taught me to do and say that made my head hurt. But it was worth it. Anna became more than my friend, she became My Anna.

A warm feeling flows through me when I think of it, My Anna taught me so much. She even taught me about sex, hah! I love sex! Her stomach became just a little larger after a few more battles and My Anna said that I was going to become a daddy!

"Son, can you hear me?"

ME! A Daddy! Even I did not have a dad!

"Wake up you horsewine soaked son of a ..."

"Enough! Reign yourself in a bit chancelor. He might be slow but he has earned his own honor in the ring."

A shout takes me from my thoughts with a jolt, the chains that steals from me what mom called my gifts of greater strength and regeneration rattle from the movement. My swirling eyes now looking at the king in a big room filled with faces, almost like the stone circle but here there is a roof, and no enemy in front of me. I think.

When did they bring me here? I can barely remember things ever since they forced me to drink that bitter water.

"Barthas, are you even listening? Did you not hear the king ask you a question?" A guy standing next to the high chair asks as his whole body ripples like waves in the pond, he looks older and fatter than any I have ever seen.

But the King? Why am I here again? I remember doing what I do in the stone circle, but inside someone's home.

"Oh right, the murders."

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The Ancient(Discontinued)

The Ancient(Discontinued)
HIATUS
267 pages

This story has been discontinued.

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The Truth Of, Power(Discontinued)

The Truth Of, Power(Discontinued)
HIATUS
0 pages

Story discontinued.

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