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Haylock Journey Chapter 2
Chapter II
Prison
The sunlight shone weakly through the mist draping the circular prison. Mist clung to the gates clouding every view out of them and hung upon many areas within the prison also with a stubborn chill that helped to keep the spirits of the prisoners low, whilst keeping the prison guards feeling fresh and reactive.
Aion, a tall lean man with waist length black hair tainted with white and crystal blue, opened his eyes of faded amethyst coughing as he did every moment of first awakening. Beside him, in the bed not far away from his own woke another, his black hair staying close to his neck but didn’t reach his shoulders. He had a perpetually cruel appearance which turned most away at their first glance of him.
“Zahn?” Aion asked, his voice cracked and dry with no rasp yet gentle. “Are you awake Zahn?”
“Aye. I be awake young friend,” Zahn whispered back in a salty voice. His cruel and thin lipped mouth broke into an easy smile as he
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Literature
Haylock Journey: Chapter 1 part 3
Up on his perch Jericho heard one door open and he angled his head down into the alley from his new position on the roof, noting Nikhil safely in. He then flew down to the window he knew to be Nikhil’s, tapping his beak urgently on the glass as soon as he saw Nikhil enter.
Nikhil looked up from inside setting his eyes directly onto Jericho and shook his head at the bird. Jericho paused in his tapping watching Nikhil looking at him. When the man didn’t walk over Jericho simply began his tapping again. Nikhil wasn’t a cruel man, he’d never given Jericho evidence to the contrary so it stood to reason, Jericho hoped, that the man would at least walk over and see what he wanted.
Luckily for Jericho he wasn’t wrong. Nikhil let him tap on the window for a full two minutes before finally wrenching the stubborn window upon. He visually followed Jericho’s flight path in and onto the back of the chair pushed beneath a simple desk.
“I thought I told you to
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Literature
Haylock Journey: Chapter I part 2
Some distance behind and above Nikhil, Jericho flew gliding on the wind where he could. He had been an ordinary  raven  twenty-seven  years  ago -a year ahead of the mists rolling in- living in the woods near the town of Feathercrest. Then the mist came and he awoke one morning lying on his back and shook himself. He found himself to have a name and the ability of speech, self-awareness and intelligence.
Jericho spent the first year of his self-awareness going through his memories of who he was and his history; getting to know himself. Then in the second year of his life the mists came in and his attention was drawn to the ten year-old Nikhil. Over the following ten years he watched the lad grow up and stuck close by him curious of how things seemed to happen around the growing man. It was that which rooted in Jericho’s mind that this was who was to help him. Jericho departed when Nikhil was twenty to wait sixteen long years in the woods where he knew Nikhil would take refuge fro
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Haylock Journey: Chapter I part 1
Chapter I
The wood sat still and quiet in the encroaching darkness. The mist was abroad, travelling over the land but did not enter the dense wood of trees, their leafy tops stopping any moonlight reaching down into the depths.
Further in a scene was unfolding between a man and an unseen other.
“Who are you?” Cawed a raucous voice from within the forest area hugging an exhausted man. This man brought his eyes up from their study of the leaf cluttered ground and studied the higher branches of the trees he knew to be above him, blocking the view of the gentle points of light. “Who are you?” It cawed again.
The man closed his eyes and shook his head in an attempt to remove the clinging fingers of sleep wanting to comb him into rest. Hearing things, he was definitely hearing things.
A rustling in the trees and then sounds of something hopping about on branches preceded a fiercer calling of, “get out! Get out of here. Belong here thou dost not. Get out!”
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Haylock Journey: Prologue
The mists rolled in a great number of years ago. Over the seas it came never seeming to change no matter what the weather chose to do. Several people of the country of Haylock murmured to each other at times that it was an ill mist, coming in from another world entirely. Most who heard them speaking that way merely laughed but no-one could fathom what brought it in, and kept it there.
Over the years since the beginnings of it, it had become the norm to be inside before dark fell. Those caught outside after that point were never seen again or were found dead in a curious manner; strung up on a tree or some other pillar like object with a ghostly pallor and jaw marks stretching the tops of their necks. The people in the country closed their curtains and locked their doors, not wanting to set eyes on whatever roamed the night.
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Random Characters I've met
Random Characters I've met
KJ
A man with a small, focused mouth not showing too much upperlip. He pushed his glasses back up his nose, looking through the lenses with dark brown eyes. "Hello," he greeted pleasantly in his articulate voice. He smiled, pushing his defined cheekbones up. Kj shook his hand through his short black hair and rested it with his other over his chest.
Tyra
Tyra ran through the trees and brush each breath burning her throat until her legs gave out and she reminded herself instantly not to curl over to recover. Instead she rested her hands on her hips and tilted back, staring up through the canopy, her green eyes studying the treetops. She parted her lips sighing and eventually pushed her hair away from her face. She had short hair, not quite reaching her shoulders. It varied between mahogany to much deeper browns.
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He didn't always wear suits either but those around him and even himself would say suits were definitely his preferred choice. Out of suits he n
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Sinister Purpose
He sat down and watched the rain fall. Like tiny tears off sadness leaking from the eyes of the heavens as the dead saw what was happening to Earth. From the sky to the floor, making tiny puddles, which were growing into large circular puddles. They surged down, hitting the water, smashing the little mirrors, creating a chaos of recurring ripples.
The male shook his head and rose to his feet, each step echoing around the room. Each tread making the old, dusty wooden floor boards creak like the sound of an old back rising from a chair after hours of sitting still, like he had been. He could sit and watch those creatures for days, he would sit like a statue. Sometimes he wouldn't move a single muscle, only his piercing green eyes would move, only to following the secretive creatures at night, in the moons white, cream like illumination.
"Sir?" The child's voice smashed the silence, as if a spear had been sliced through a mirror or a bodies tumble, smashing the thin glassy ice on a cold w
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I'm a writer first and foremost, I enjoy writing fantasy more than anything else. I use music to connect with my characters on a better level and try my best to feel whatever they're feeling at every stage of their journey. My role (as a friend said to me) is to put what the character tells me onto the page. It's the character who tells the story, all I, or anyone else, has to do is to listen and be open. fav.me/d5c6abj


15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a slut, and no one knows she was raped at the age of 13.
People call another guy fat, no one knows he has a serious disease causing him to be overweight.
People called an old man ugly. No one knew he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war.
Repost this if you are against bullying, I bet 95% of you won't.

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|.....O...| ever pushed a
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A white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"Listen sir....when I was born I was BLACK "
"When I grew up I was BLACK, "
"When I'm sick I'm BLACK, "
"When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, "
"When I'm cold I'm BLACK, "
"When I die I'll be BLACK."
"But you sir."
"When you are born you're PINK".
"When you grow up you're WHITE, "
"When you're sick, you're GREEN, "
"When you go in the sun you turn RED, "
"When you're cold you turn BLUE, "
"And when you die you turn PURPLE.
"And you have the nerve to call me colored?"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away..
Put this on your page if you HATE racism.

(Thank you to Paches for these)
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NebulousMistress Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2012
Thanks for the watch :dance:

Wait... I'm being watched. Pants! I need pants! :b0x0rz:
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May-Woods23 Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Lol, you're very welcome :)
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Mizuha21 Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for adding my work! :)
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You're very welcome :)
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