modern-prevail_pilot_literatureUm… hi. My name is Jarrod Albright, I'm a sixteen-year-old human, and I live in the city named Prevail. It's a pretty unique place, really. Not because of its scenery, its services, nor is it close to any famous landmarks, no. No tourist dares to come to Prevail, actually. They're all intimidated by what we have that they don't. But I don't mind. Prevail is my home; I was born here, and I don't think I'd move out for the world. Sure, there are problems going on… I-I just hope we'll find a solution to them eventually.modern-prevail_pilot_literature by EOScears
So Prevail… is also called the Prison City. What does it emprison? No, not criminals as you would think. I-I mean, of course, there's the prison at the south, but the number of criminals there is relatively low, because the prison only keeps Prevailians. It's better for everyone that outsiders don't stay here.
A-alright then, I'll stop blabbering and cut to the chase: Prevail is the only city in the world where souls don't go to the afterlife. Souls, or w
Searching for InspirationSearching for inspiration in the outer world,Searching for Inspiration by FractalWords
I found out what I already knew, and soon forgot—
My heart dwells in Darkness, where it belongs.
Radiant light sears the corners of my inner side.
Brightness is always appealing —and misleading, no doubt.
For as much as they long to live in the sunlight,
Dark souls are not meant to bathe in the sun.
Otherwise, they'll burn, burn, burn out.
Blinded and sun-bled, I finally recovered what I had long lost—
My shelter of obscurity, oh my dearest dark, dark core.
Pirate!England x Modern!America | ~Time Portal~Pirate!England x Modern!America | ~Time Portal~ by trublkat
Warning: This story does contain minor swearing. I didn't put a restriction on it, because I don't believe that it's at the level to need restrictions. If you do not like to read stories that contain any form of swearing then DO NOT continue.
Moving quickly over towards the wooden cabinet, located on the other side of the chamber; Arthur gently picked up a small vile filled out with a peculiar concoction of swirls and colours, mixed in the form of crushed stones and liquids.
This colourful piece of magic is what Arthur had been working hard on for the last several weeks, between leading his fellow pirates towards victory and enriched lands to raid, and maintaining the establishment of his title as captain throughout his crew mates. Then add on top the duties of being a full time working human personification of a country with a vast number of colonies to watch over; he was a rather busy man, and m
Time Changes It’s been three years since Melissa death. Isis was sitting at the end of the pier with a half empty beer bottle in her left hand. She was looking into the moon that was setting into the ocean. The ocean breeze hits her hair as all she could think about is what could have been. If she would have just come home earlier she would have been alive and things would have been better. Melissa wouldn’t have died and things would have been better. She keeps thinking this as she takes another drink of her beer. She then looks down to see her “friend” climb up the pier like a monkey does up a tree.Time Changes by homeboy8221
Isis: What the hell are you doing?
Charge: I’m a spider monkey
Isis sighed as she was annoyed has he climbs up the pier.
Charge: So why so glum chum?
Isis: Do you know what day it is?
Charge: I hope it is pizza day at the shack.
Charge: Comic book day?
Isis: Hell no.
Charge: Then what?
Isis: It’s been ten years since my sister died.
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