Random oddness 1Random oddness 1 by ~PVTjoe
Josephüs: *suddenly clings to stitchy for no apparent reason, looking around shiftily* You didn't hear this from me... We're being watched, comrade...
Stitchy DSG: Seriously? Is it the Americans? Spying on our Cosmonauts again, friend?
Josephüs: Yes... *he slowly looks around* They're hiding in... *suddenly points to a leather armchair in a corner* THE COMFY CHAIR!!!
* awkward silence then insued for several minutes until*
Stitchy DSG: You have got to be kidding me comrade, That is the Premier's favorite chair
Josephüs: I know... *he stares at teh comfy chair*
*both were too afraid to go near it*
The universeThe universe, young some say, but I say nayThe universe by ~PVTjoe
Ancient is this world, our home in the vast darkness
We witness many things from this tiny spec, looking deep into the past of light
We witness the slow changing of our mother Gaia, shifting, changing
Rising, and falling All of it, slow, so very slow
As is the changing of life the death of planets, collapsing of stars
And yet, it was all started with something destructive, and almost instant
The singularity, danced, jiggled, and shuddered then burst
The beginning of such beauty on our world and the many, many lights in
The warped ones: Part 1The warped ones: Part 1 by ~PVTjoe
The warped ones
By; Rapthorius J. C. Buchanan
The odd creature yawns quietly as he stood in the shadow of a tall tower of the castle, features skewed in darkness, but too all in the guards his horror was seen all to well. He just, stands there, thinking, starting to roll a small explosives around in large paws like an overly obsessive raccoon, unable to resist the metallic shine of his own creation be it out of udder boredom or sheer genius he has no idea what to do with, he grunted quietly, the thoughts to himself ceased as he tossed the small grenade away, a few small clinks on metal as it bounces down along the old iron roof
The tortured soul chapter 1 PrologueThe tortured soul chapter 1 by ~Tallonis
The warden peers through the thick iron bars of the cell before putting the large black stone key into the old lock that has helped contain many prisoners for many decades, but never before has it had to contain such a dangerous criminal... As the key moving the tumblers of the lock is sounded, two piercing blood-red eyes look up from out of the darkness, the owner of the eyes concealed in complete shadow in the farthest corner of the cell. The warden signals to the eyes to exit its confinements of the cell; obediently the darkness of the corner begins to change...
Out of the swirling black mass emerges th