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Writer's BlockRight now I feel emptyWriter's Block by ~artfulvelociraptor
I have no clue as of why
Everything is going well
Nothing can stand in my way
Yet my writings have suffered
As if going through hellish fire
Depression gives it no life
Joy does nothing to spark
Why must this beast suffer
A cage animal not fed
Where has the inspiration gone
An elusive creature once found
But now returning from the mystery
It comes, it goes
It gives no warning
I await its return
No matter how long the wait
S.O.S Chp 5 The Graveyard The gates of the graveyard opened up with a loud creaking noise. It was all but quiet except for the sounds of cicadas singing their song of summer and the croaking of frogs from the nearby river. The light of the moon beamed down, striking against the gravestones, their shadows laying on top of the dead they marked. Besides the gate lay the smoldering remains of a human corpse, his uniform and body almost indistinguishable. The sounds of feet ruffled the loose gravel of the trail as five shadowy, feminine figures moved past the gate and smoldering heap of flesh.S.O.S Chp 5 The Graveyard by ~artfulvelociraptor
"So a voodoo priestess, a succubus, and a demoness all walk into a
