I'm going to try and make a goal to make sure I edit Black Ascension so I can at least force myself to get out there and find a way to get it published. All I need to do is hang in there in the mean time.


Pawn of Illusions FinalPawn of Illusions By RicPawn of Illusions Final
The ink jar was lessening in unison with his heart beats. A seated, withered figure hunches over his desk in a dimly candle-lit room. His grip over the feather quill shakes as he draws out the letters. His dark, twitching eyes scan left and right before he begins another sentence. As he pushes himself and reaches a letter e, his eyes close, and his head leans over the desk, breathing heavily. His left hand raises and digs into the fabric of his clothing where his heart would be, clutching fiercely. He shakes his head as the del


Two of a KindTwo of a Kind By RicTwo of a Kind
We, as individuals, hold many things precious in our lives. Family, friends and possessions Just a small sample of what we hold significant. We learn throughout life to get the most out of these things in life, because they wont always be there forever. The moment a beautiful moment reaches its conclusion, we turn to newer things that touch our lives.
This is the story of two individuals that once held this beautiful friendship. They were significant in every way, because no other pair of friends could match. Rand and Jasmi


Sunshine ManSunshine Man By RicSunshine Man
Say there, Sunshine Man, Can you pass me a spare fan? Would soothe the damned skin, Greater with a glass of gin! Pray tell, fetch a can! Heres the tale of Sunshine Man!
O! Sunshine Maa-an! O! Sunshine Maa-an! Lord please save us all! Before he makes winter fall! His shines are so bright! Cant get away from the light! Gonna catch a tan! From crazy ol Sunshine Man!
He was big and strong! Caught him once, wearing a thong! But dont you dare laugh! H


RequiemRequiem By RicRequiem
Only one path stands, I saw her take me in her hands. We stood together, Floating like that of a feather. I called her name there, The name that had danced in the air. And when she saw me, I truly knew that I was free. The others waited, So I looked to them and stated:
Im home.


The Gold-Gilt RoseYou heard them, my beautiful queen My quartz-caged nightmare My living dreamThe Gold-Gilt Rose
How does it feel to be like that To live like that To breathe like that?
I could release you Just give me the word And then you could lean out and breathe your first
Why wont you answer, my spell-spoiled queen? Perfection reflected within every seam Only dark ice to meet my eyes
Only crimson scorn for my smile Steadfast in the face of your lie-laden guiles Willingly following spider-silk chains
You could have all that, my thrall-casting q
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