She loved him more than anything in the world; (nothing would stand in her way if she had anything to say about it) she invited him into the waves with a shanty of sorrowful love.

She smiled her pearly, shark-toothed smile as he sank to visit her not-quite father; surely Davey Jones would be merciful just this once....

It’s strange, knowing that every move, every interaction, every event, every tragedy, every single last thing is controlled by some higher power.

“Even my own thoughts,” he said out loud, glaring up at the ceiling in accusation. “I know you know what you’re doing. What you’ve done. But I could really use some help.”

He frowned at the lack of answer. Maybe that was all he was going to get; creato...

Sirens wailed quietly over the roar of flames (how strange, you could barely hear them); it didn’t matter, they would all be gone soon (just like the rest).

And just to think, everything that had happened in the war (it was short- it could’ve been avoided- there was no TIME) would soon be forgotten to history thanks to a few gallons of gas (they had seen him, they knew what was coming- they refus...

Word: Dreamless

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Dreamless nights are paradoxical. They are lovely in the sense that they are calm and horrible in the sense that they are [boring[.

Sleep with no dreams is calming. It goes quick and without incidence.

Dreamless nights where you lie awake staring at the stars, the ceiling, moving pictures, anything to stay occupied: those are the best.

Ideas are born of dreams ...

This land is old. Older than his descendants. Older than his blood. Older than his clan. Older than any war.

But it is not older than he.

He remembers finding this place: a desolate, dusty ravine hidden in the desert mountains. Desperate to escape the world, he had settled there, in a small cave.

The more time he spent there, the faster he realized that the journeys for food were becoming hazar...