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Writing Prompt 3 Phoenix Curse “You’ve told me much shaman, more than I can ever hear being that I’m as locked up as the curse we’ve imprisoned.” The warden said. The warden himself was sitting on a high throne of at least a dozen feet; his long black arms were dangling and crossed before the throne’s tall legs while his spindly fingers meshed together and fidgeted like twigs in a breeze. Their claws reach the floor and made unsettling clicking sounds as they tapped against the stone. His body was stout with a prominent barrel chest and covered in grey fur. On top of his broad shoulders was a short study

Writing Prompt 2 Spell-locks It was a rare day; clear skies in the Wade’s land! Ideal for damp loving toad people, but for everyone else the lack of sunshine was demotivating. Looking out the window It was refreshing to see how vibrant the world was with the touch of sun light; the rushes were greener, the wildflowers pinker, and the murky brown water seemed clear, maybe even inviting if it weren’t for all the nipping critters lurking at the bottom. I pulled my rubber wading boots up past my knees and buckled them in place and headed for the door with a new vigor. Wanting to take advantage of this special occasion I only gave a

Writing Prompt 1 The Shaman’s Axe It was not a weapon forged by any member of any race. A small green leaf sprouted from its handle which was thick as a log; a weapon suitable only for an Ur-Son. The top of the shaft was encased in ice, it was clear as glass and shaped like an axe's head. A mist formed around it the humid air which flowed to the ground like a silent waterfall. Something slithered over the cave wall to the Shaman’s right, and with a powerful move he swung the axe, which smashed into the wall with a crash that echoed through the empty cave. The ice blade had shattered, and the shaft snapped in two; whatever monst

Publisher OCT Transformation Information Martha Martha was an aristocrat on the independent island of Baymass that was home to wide variety of secret, immoral and illegal scientific practices. Baymass got caught in the middle of two warring nations and fearing that their practices would be discovered the leaders of the island felt it would be best to detonate the labs along with the only city and blame it on the two battling factions. This worked perfectly for the corporate leaders who orchestrated it, but not nearly as well for the denizens of the city who were sacrificed for the scheme. The explosion of the labs unleashed a cocktail of

An Idyllic Hill Like My Face to My Spirit Filled With Old Rubbish

Rarely Dose Earth Speak If It Dose Express Its Self All Will Hear Its Voice

Smooth Swirling Snail Shell Perched Upon A Soft Body Stained In Virgin Blood