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The Chronicles of Arcadia: Book 1: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Knight and The Dragon Lianne was walking with Lena, not saying a word while staring at her brown boots and dark blue jeans she wore. She was now wearing a black coat with a hoodie and a mahogany shirt with the same white tank-top underneath. Her mind couldn’t take off the fortune that she read last night, and today she was feeling nervous because the fortune said that an unexpected danger will come. The cards were never wrong, but she still couldn’t figure out what this danger was. And to top it off, she still couldn’t figure out about this so-called “knight” that the cards spoked about. So far, she could only guess that the unexpected danger could probably either be a small one or a bigger one, which she hoped wouldn’t be the latter, and that someone would probably protect her by acting that of her knight in shining armor. I mean, it’s not like an actual knight would come...would it? No, that’ll probably be ridiculous, there wouldn’t be an actual knight. Those only

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Glowing mist

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Fiction

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Hazy Night II

Photography City

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Estrangement

Non Fiction

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Blau Meise

Painting and drawing

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Ezra Sketch

Painting and drawing 2

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No E N T E R T A I N M E N T !

Human Nature

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Flowers and Animals

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Dark Art

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Snowing in Helsinki (animation)

French Poetry

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the rapprochement of parallels...

Our world in metamorphosis and change... Our worlds move in mysterious translatory movement, The weather is already no longer for happy windows, But to the bridges thrown over the yawning abysses. In magical flight, the rapprochement of parallels, Worlds are imagined in their juxtaposition, Humanity has always been beside its wings... Perhaps one day, the metamorphosis in transition... :earth: Notre monde en métamorphose et changement… Nos mondes bougent en translations mystérieuses, Le temps n’est déjà plus aux fenêtres heureuses, Mais aux ponts jetés sur les abîmes béants. En envolée magie, le rapprochement des parallèles, Des mondes s’imaginent en leur juxtaposition, L’humanité a toujours été à côté de ses ailes… Peut-être un jour, la métamorphose en transition… hyneige Thanks a lot hyneige for the wonderful poetry Merci beaucoup hyneige pour la merveilleuse poésie

Songs et lyrics

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Literature

Pavesas del tiempo

Pavesas que ascienden a un cielo sin consuelo oscuro como sus sueños… que se estremecen. Sus ojos rojos color ensangrentado tonalidad del pasado ahora no ven más allá de sus propias lágrimas… Sus rojos ojos. Una vez más, ante la noche desea que la vela resista pero su propio fuego la consume igual que el tiempo consume sus pensamientos, sus emociones, sus lágrimas, su presente. … Su desdichada juventud.

Spanish poetry

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Literature

Silver and Gold: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Flaversham’s I was alone in a world not like my own, a complete stranger with no one else to turn too, and nowhere else to go. I remember those eyes judging me by my appearance, the fear of the unknown was natural, because my world would’ve felt the same. Nobody would help somebody like me, those eyes were quick to judge about my appearance. But if they had words...they would’ve hurt me. If they had sticks or stones, they probably would’ve hurt my bones. I learned that life can be cruel, no one will ever treat you nice, no one will ever help you when life gets you down. But I also learned that not everything is true. When life kicks you to the curve, someone with a kind hearted nature can pick you up. The eyes of that “someone” don’t judge you for what you are, but who you are. And whenever you feel like you're alone, you're not really alone, because when things get tough, I know that I have friends watching out for me. --- June 14, 1897 11:00 p.m. “Daddy, come

Fan fiction

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Literature

Emerald forest

River flows steady Through the emerald forest, Reflecting the trees.

Haiku

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The brave (II).

Motors Photography

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Oblivion

Sky and Ocean

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Happy Mother's Day, Karyana!

Family Life

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Urban Poetry

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In memory of the victims in Crocus City Hall

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Shaman

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