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Ours is no caravan of despair.
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What A Wonderful, Wandering Woe

Oh, what a word is wyrd! Wrapping within it wraith-like whisperings Of unfathomable, unimaginable universality, uniting us under Our common connection, coursing casually through the cosmos, Our worries and woes writhing and withering with the weight of the Worldsoul. Wrath wreathes reckless, reasonless revelers, resigned reluctantly, restlessly, to respite. Souls solemnly shipwrecked, shifting semblances sharing stitled songs, sonorous shells Of departed, devoted debtors delving divine depths, descending deftly downwards Towards totality, tension tearing the taut tethers tying them to the Togetherness. Never breaking, never ending, never

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Literature

What A Wonderful, Wandering Woe

Oh, what a word is wyrd! Wrapping within it wraith-like whisperings Of unfathomable, unimaginable universality, uniting us under Our common connection, coursing casually through the cosmos, Our worries and woes writhing and withering with the weight of the Worldsoul. Wrath wreathes reckless, reasonless revelers, resigned reluctantly, restlessly, to respite. Souls solemnly shipwrecked, shifting semblances sharing stitled songs, sonorous shells Of departed, devoted debtors delving divine depths, descending deftly downwards Towards totality, tension tearing the taut tethers tying them to the Togetherness. Never breaking, never ending, never

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Literature

What A Wonderful, Wandering Woe

Oh, what a word is wyrd! Wrapping within it wraith-like whisperings Of unfathomable, unimaginable universality, uniting us under Our common connection, coursing casually through the cosmos, Our worries and woes writhing and withering with the weight of the Worldsoul. Wrath wreathes reckless, reasonless revelers, resigned reluctantly, restlessly, to respite. Souls solemnly shipwrecked, shifting semblances sharing stitled songs, sonorous shells Of departed, devoted debtors delving divine depths, descending deftly downwards Towards totality, tension tearing the taut tethers tying them to the Togetherness. Never breaking, never ending, never

Poetry

65 deviations
Literature

The Wanderer's Journal -- Part 1: A Darkened Path

I walk upon the arid ground My mind paralyzed, trapped in repose Upon reflection I have found Deep regret, in the life I chose My body walks on without my attention My mind, reserved, lags far behind A darkness too horrid to see nor mention My tale is something of the kind My feet pound upon the barren soil The movement allows me to escape the pain My hands beg to labour and toil But work done by vile hands is in vain I press onward through the cold night air My life goes on forevermore How badly will I fair, When I've nothing to endeavor for? Where this Darkened Path will take me I cannot truly know What this journey shall

The Wanderer's Journal

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Literature

Shadowstalker -- Prologue

"You must be quiet, Elora. The Others must not know you are here." said the prior, "One child yet lives; all is not lost. You must be quiet... I'm so sorry." The prior turned and began tidying up the small room, collecting the old scrolls and books that had fallen off the shelves, more to busy himself than to organize. Elora stared down into her child's lifeless, glassy eyes. She had just birthed twins: one stillborn, one living. She was fighting back tears. She had come to the priest seeking refuge. The Church was the only place she could go; she was an outsider, an exile. She had killed a man – a High Officer, no less – but no

Shadowstalker Novel

2 deviations
Literature

The Finest Threads Unwoven

"Hey Danny, pass me that readout, would ya?" said Al, referring to the small USB flash drive plugged into the server. Danny obliged, saying "How many times are you gonna run the damn thing?" "As many times as it takes, kid," said Al, winking at the younger man before returning to his seat. He sat before a bank of computer monitors, each one displaying a slice of brain tissue in the scan from a different axis. These slices, when collated and computed into a connectome, could show the detailed structure of the brain, down to the level of a dendrite. As the scan required direct access to the brain tissue, and the radiation was somewhat destruc

Prose

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