From the grassy plains of the west to the lonesome sea of the east, the journey reaches throughout with infinite possibilities. By the guidance of adventure, the thrill of the world itself calls to us: “Leave now, and don’t look back! There is much to see, nothing you find thereof will lack!” Out there, we seek, not solidarity but, the wonders of which we have been offered.
We became nomads, the wanderers in search of a new quest. Which way we sought was not something of wearing worry, but rather an improvised tale of a cautionary kind. It was almost something of an Icarus design, without the fret of withering feath
Gaze upon the outlines of what is becoming
All that is there are silhouettes
All that is there are echoes
Don’t fear, you are on the other side
No, here does not lie a wasted requiem
That is merely just the surface
Others cry out to you like stabat mater
Yet, here you lie awake in the aether and light
What to do without a shred of insight?
Walk until you run, each step closer more
Go until you’re no longer abandoned in place
Go until you hear the bellows of the clarion
Breach through all that is midnight
Cast out from behind the shadows
This is the last time your sun will set
This is your homecoming
Gaze upon what is being
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The Ultimates Chapter 9 by MagnumMaster, literature
Literature
The Ultimates Chapter 9
Merrick Place
38℉
3:40 p.m.
December 2nd
“Wait, what?” Sheila asked in astonishment.
“That’s exactly what they told me. Trust me, I was just as surprised as you are,” Alex answered. “The guidance counselor ran through the list of credits that I’ve earned and said that if I meet the rest of the criteria, I’m golden for an early escape.”
Camille nudged her brother's arm. “It’s only an escape for you because your teachers probably feel sorry for you. They would probably hate to have taught a future criminal on their record. Anyway, the counselors told me the same
From the grassy plains of the west to the lonesome sea of the east, the journey reaches throughout with infinite possibilities. By the guidance of adventure, the thrill of the world itself calls to us: “Leave now, and don’t look back! There is much to see, nothing you find thereof will lack!” Out there, we seek, not solidarity but, the wonders of which we have been offered.
We became nomads, the wanderers in search of a new quest. Which way we sought was not something of wearing worry, but rather an improvised tale of a cautionary kind. It was almost something of an Icarus design, without the fret of withering feath
Gaze upon the outlines of what is becoming
All that is there are silhouettes
All that is there are echoes
Don’t fear, you are on the other side
No, here does not lie a wasted requiem
That is merely just the surface
Others cry out to you like stabat mater
Yet, here you lie awake in the aether and light
What to do without a shred of insight?
Walk until you run, each step closer more
Go until you’re no longer abandoned in place
Go until you hear the bellows of the clarion
Breach through all that is midnight
Cast out from behind the shadows
This is the last time your sun will set
This is your homecoming
Gaze upon what is being
Fo
Wow, this page sure is dead.
Speaking of which, I know it couldn't be more obvious, but I will no longer be posting any of my art or writing on DeviantArt anymore. I've had a good run here, but I haven't made a lot of headway here so I just migrated...
So Mike had put me under and started making holes into the back of my head. I have to admit, even though I was knocked out I still felt the pain subconsciously and it really hurt. Like, alot. I heard voices inside of my head. I couldn't tell if they were the cries of the past, or the A.I. screaming in my ears. I chose the latter because there were people that needed me in the now.
January 24
12:53 a.m.
<Mike had walked out of the lab and sterilized himself. After, he treated himself to the vodka in kitchen.>
Mike: *sigh* That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
<Siri walks in>
Siri: Hey Mike. You finished with Zero's