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A corrupted god, searching for light
A corrupted god, searching for light Godfrey I thought I had fallen the moment I no longer wanted Him. God. I remember the last time I called His name, asking for
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می شناسم
آزادنویسی های شبانه تباهی ای که رستگاری می زاید از زبان سابیس نسیمی نم گرفته که از دروز سقف و دیوارهای قلعه به داخل نشت می کند. رایحه ی مرگی را دارد که هنوز نیم
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در قبر هستم، یا شاید هم دارم عروسی می کنم
یک خیابان پهن و وسیع و میدانی در وسط آن و یک تابوت فلزی بزرگ بر چمن های نیمه زرد و تنک آن. نوارهای سیاهی که از بین شاخ و برگ درختان عبور داده اند و حضاری که همه
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بین دو مرگ
از زبان گادفری: مبهوت نگاه می کنم. به پیکر مبهمی که در تاریکی برافراشته شده در برابر دیدگانم. و به مرگ دعوت می کند و به زندگی. و من به این فکر می کنم که چرا این
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او چون نور سخن گفت — و من به درون شعله رفتم
در حالی که خورشید بی رحمانه می تازد بر ماسه های بیابان، ایتاچی با قلبی تپنده از پله های قلعه پایین می رود و می خواهد در را بگشاید که صدایی او را بر جا متوقف می کند.
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I Shall Burn in the Sacred Flames
Red, like blood. I am drowning in a darkness the color of blood. I move forward, knowing that what I see—this pure crimson—exists only in my mind. Now, it is only
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Ash Beyond the Dunes
Story in the topic "the-spulcher" in the non-live roleplay group Nocturnal Cathedral: t.me/nocturnalcathedral Ash Beyond the Dunes As far as the eye can
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The Ghost Who Whispers Its Memories
Moonlight streamed across the stone walls of a mansion in Amalthura, casting trembling shadows of objects along the empty halls, and slipping through tall windows,
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Role-Playing With The AI Character: Frollo The Vampire
The Link To The Character: Frollo: The night is silent as you walk with Master Frollo on Paris’s outskirts. Suddenly, laughter and firelight draw your eyes. Ahead,
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Monsters Are Not Born, They are Created: My Reflection After Reading Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
I call reading novels luxuries of life. One of the novels I didn't regret buying and reading this year is the F r a n k e n s t e i n ! It belongs to the gothic
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Playing With Words: A Contract With An Evil Spirit
Words: score, journal, cousin, bench, home, technique, spirit. Abmel was sitting on a bench in the park and was reading one of the journal articles of Almost Friendly
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Playing with words: Eat the worms
Words: workshop, worm, layer, table, spy, waterfall, heaven. He was standing in the workshop and looking at the head on the table. Well-trimmed, with silky black
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Wizard Abraham And Priest Cyrus: The Last Part
The stone walls of the castle that seemed too big for his small stature. Priest teachers who had soulless faces and severely punished him for the slightest mistake
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Wizard Abraham and Priest Cyrus: Part 3
Abraham was shocked to hear this. "What are you saying? Worship me as a god? A weak wizard like me? There are other wizards far stronger than me." Cyrus
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The Decision Of Priest Cyrus
It was burning. Not only his body, but also his soul seemed to be roasting. He was screaming from the depths of his soul and begging the angel of his torment to
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Fiction Writing Based On A Bible Verse
Passage: The priest shall burn them on the altar as a food offering presented to the LORD. It is a guilt offering. I'm going to write a story based on this passage
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Be Indebted To Me In Your Next Life
Nathan and Godfrey were lying together on the ground covered in blood. Their faces were facing each other and they put their hands on each other's cheeks. Flashback
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The Black Heart Of The One You Know: Part 5
At this moment, someone knocked on the door. Can I come in? Petrus said in a cheerful tone: Rosalie! Come in. Rosalie entered smiling and Godfrey stood up when he
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The Black Heart Of The One You Know: Part 4
Petrus got shocked. Do you know about this case, too? Yes. That creature spoke to me in my mind and asked me to release it. He tried to seduce you. Yes, but still,
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Godfrey In Madhouse 2
Godfrey put on his clothes and sat down in a chair and waited for Dr. Augustine to start speaking. "Last night, it was around half past eleven when one of the
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