He had been wandering aimlessly on the uneven, carnage-filled battlefield following the epic fray, where all was lost....

The epic expansion of the unknown is before me. It’s calling me, that uneven, mysterious darkness, and I feel compelled to obey. But I am still on the land of the living, not yet claimed by Death.

The High Priest is at my side, hand upon my bare shoulder. From the corner of my eye, he turns to face the crowd behind us.

“Now we shall witness,” he says, throwing his hands up to the sky, “the all ...

She walked out of the beach house, leaving her shoes behind. As she made her way toward the sand and water, she noted the uneven earth, beneath her. The house that she exited had been the scene of many epic events, throughout her lifetime, including an elegant dinner party that she and her husband hosted, nights before their elaborately expensive wedding. All that was behind her, now, though. ...

Mary Ann Lawless was having a good day.

Up until, with an epic display a precise footwork, she lost her balance upon the uneven ground.

Mortified and with cheeks red, Marianne pushed up from her sprawl and looked around for any witnesses.

Seeing nun, she got to her feet and continued on her way; satisfied in the knowledge that no one had seen her fall.

It was still a good day....

Sarah walked across the uneven pavement. She was lost and the epic storm brewing just over the hills to the west looked bad. Then, she heard it. The sound of the engine. Panic kicked in and froze her to the spot as the sound grew louder. If she didn’t get moving, the last three days would be for nothing. She ducked behind an abandoned car just as she heard howling. Too late. The hunt was still on....

I stand upon bones and blood

scraps of flesh,

covering some bodies unevenly

and leaving others without any

at all.

I stand upon a hill,

that speaks to me in a language of

bitterness and violence,

a epic that shouldn’t be uttered

to the wind.

I stand upon the lives,

waiting still,

for some release,

clasping

hope tightly.

They will

remain lost,

strewn

among this

wasteland front,

still battlin...

Kristine looked outward upon the stunning landscape that appeared before her. She stood on top of a towering cliff, which offered a splendid view of this goergeous place. The green field below her stretched for miles, until eventually becoming more hilly and uneven around the base of the mountains. The blazing sunlight reflected off the shamrock green grass which was swaying gently in the warm bre...

They were on uneven ground. One was a fighter, so grandthere were epics written about him. The other was a mere child, lost and forgotten by society. They faced each other on the battlefield, and the for a moment, the war stilled. The fighter knew hundreds of ways to kill this enemy standing in front of him. Yet he froze, looking at this child holding his sword against an unpassable threat. There ...

I stumbled along the uneven cobblestones, unable to do much more than put one foot in front of the other. Voices buzzed in the back of my head: You were supposed to be a hero. This epic quest was your destiny. The path before you couldn't be more clear. How could you mess things up so completely?

I was supposed to be a hero. But right now, I didn't feel heroic. I only felt lost....

On the uneven floor, the toys are scattered. The pieces of a book lay ripped and a vase has been broken. The child threw a tantrum and this is the result. And tonight he fought his parents with all his might. But the epic battle has been lost for some and the ice cream has, in the end, remained in the fridge....