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Dear Journal 009 - "Aqua Benedicta"
Ahh... just about done bein' itchy. Got this one spot on my cheek now, but for the most part this horrible time is over. Then again, I guess it wasn't all that bad for me.. seeing as I've been on
morphene the entire time ( Read more... ) -
Dear Journal 008 - "They will Kiss the Flesh from your Bones"
What in the bloody, flaming pits of Hell is this? Staying in the hospital, and I catch a disease ( Read more... ) -
Dear Journal 007 - "Harlequin Kisses and Peppermint Dreams"
[Brood's handwriting is shaky, wandering, and not concise at all.]
A leprechaun visited me today and gave me a report card. Apparently I failed gym. What is a report card, and what is gym? I must know so that I may not fail it again. THIS IS IMPORTANT!The nurses said they found me facedown on a tree branch, and had to put me in this bed. My arm's ( Read more... ) -
Dear Journal 006 - "The Exodus"
Fantastic.
We can go back into the Tree.
I am leaving. -
Dear Journal - 005 "We are Chained to this Firmament."
On a different note, the world turned into marshmallows when I was not looking. Old news for some, but I am keeping this journal for my own sake as well ( Read more... ) -
Dear Journal - 004 "Revolving in Place."
I do not like this. No, I do not like it at all.
[The next part is scratched out angrily]
I have to get away from this place, before I am driven completely mad. I know that much, in the clarity these dreams provide.
[Back to normal script.]Truth, thank you for inducting my into my new life here. Even if I have not exercised restraint, and ( Read more... ) -
Dear Journal - 003 "Like a Twisted Reflection.."
What in the name of heaven and earth was that?!I.. appear to be quite mad. That, or this devilish farce of a world is toying with me ( Read more... ) -
Dear Journal - 002 "Grab Your Torch and Pitchfork!"
[Written in the same archaic penhand, though a little shaky. Wet spots blur the ink in some places, though there's no colour to them really, besides the black of the ink.]Well.. that was certainly the most odd experience I have ever had the displeasure of recounting. Of course, I do not have many experiences to call to mind to help me find the ( Read more... ) -
Dear Journal - 001 "Awakening"
Ugh.. that.. that dream.. Did I really die? Who was that woman with the blue hair..?No matter ( Read more... ) -
Dear Journal - 000 "Dream" (OOC)
Chrysm.
Chrysm hadn’t been seen, or heard of, in his world, but the man knew what it was nonetheless. It fairly pulsed with the power of the Brood, the power of Dragons. He felt it close, could see it, groped in the dark for what he couldn’t gain purchase on.
’It is not yet time to depart, my child..’ the voice was calm, soothing, and echoed with ( Read more... )