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Not a troll was stirring, nor Grinch in his sleigh.
Deviations were hung in digital Galleries with care,
In hopes that +Favourites soon would be there.
The n00bs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads.
And Fella in his 'kerchief, and spyed (https://www.deviantart.com/spyed) with his night-light,
Had just settled down to log-off for the night,
When over in the Forums there arose such a clatter,
Fella sprang back online to see what was the matter.
To the browser window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the tabs and refreshed the cache.
When what to his art-loving ey
The Unquiet Dead - Prologue by WriterOfStuff, literature
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The Unquiet Dead - Prologue
He stood nearly a foot taller, and looked to be a decade older. I’d never seen him before, but from that day forth, I would never forget what he looked like. Chestnut-colored hair and cold, gray eyes. A full beard, which covered his lips, and a distinct facial profile. The stranger walked up beside me and set his sights on the innkeeper, but the name he spoke made my blood run cold.
“Have you heard of a man named Richard Hardi?”
There I sat, all of fourteen years to this man’s twenty-four? Twenty-five? It was hard to gage solely by looking up at him. He still bore the benefit of youth, but the gravity of his gaze sug
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“Lex!” Jean shouted while pounding on the apartment door. “I know you’re awake you lazy cunt!” It’s not that Jean had pressing business with Lex this morning, but he didn’t like hanging outside in that hallway too long. Lex had weird neighbors that Jean prefered to avoid; he could already smell the first layers of the roaming cat lady’s miasma.
Luckily for Jean the door opened, revealing a sleepy-eyed Lex wearing a tight white undershirt and slim pants. His hair twisted into itself like a sea at storm. He could have just woke up, or he could be at the end of an all-weekender; it was hard to t