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The CornerA shadow in the back, forgotten beneath the light. Unnamed sanctuary, hope, and aide from within. Is it truly shadow, or a light you do not share? A light to retreat to, when darkness closes in.The Corner
Alluded to but never really shared. Anonymous help, patience, and forgiveness it brings. Does it yearn to be shared, or will it even care? Whispers falling on deaf ears, inviting darkness back.
A helpful friend still not named. Quiet suffering, sorrow, and pain it wrestles with. Will it stay silent and bright, or will it falter and dim? Private gratitude when all else was
by ~Bulp
Fond memory It was a cold Friday night and began to get a little stir crazy. Neither of my roommates were near at hand; one had gone home for the weekend, as he often did, the other likely running around with some other friends. I paced about the room somewhat anxious as I tried to think of something to do. I paused at the window gazed at the row of windows on the facing wing. I seen another friend sitting at her desk, trying to hard to study and focus, seeming to no avail. Her usually neat hair was disheveled by her frustrations. I knew she'd been having a rough week. She had discovered she wasn't doing quite as wellFond memory
by ~Bulp
Brek introductionHe stood over the body as it lay on the cold steel table. He adjusted the lamp andBrek introduction
reflection cone so the light washed over the whole back. Scalpel in hand, he carefully
began parting the flesh and exposing the muscle beneath. Warm blood welled up from
muscles as he worked. Once all the skin had been pulled back and the key incisions made
in the muscle he set the scalpel aside and checked the anesthetic pouch beneath his
patients face. Still good, he'd be out through the rest of the procedure.
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Brek opened his eyes, only to quickly squeeze them closed again against the ligh
by ~Bulp
Glory Be to VictoryThe order rose to draw a close, A great shout I gave, My feet did pound and forward I ran. I did see my enemy strong, Their line unbroken waiting; for the crash. Suddenly I froze. My heart was grasped by chilling fear, Confusion creased the brow beneath my helm, Heavy is the shield on my arm,Glory Be to Victory
Knuckles white about this hafted axe. I could not move even yet. Friends fell about and before,
Still I would not move.
Nothing would move my benumbed limbs. What will become when I move, Will my knees fold before me when I step? Or shall I stand here for a
by ~Bulp
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