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Narcissus Script, Part 1My name is Ameinias. My father was very proud to be Greek, and he used to say that Ameinias was a good name for a Greek boy.Narcissus Script, Part 1
He died when I was four. Heart attack, I think. We don't talk about it.
I work a lot. I still live with my mother, because somebody needs to look after her and my brother is much too important to have to vacuum or heat up microwave dinners. He is too busy having a wife and children and a life.
I work full time in a warehouse in the city. I travel 2 hours and fifteen minutes to get to work, and the same to get home. By the time I get off the train mother needs her dinner and the ho
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His Own HellThe pain reminded me of church spires I'd known in my childhood, raising high into the sky. Proud, unashamed, the stone walls emitting heat even in the cool of the afternoon. A pure, cleaning, white pain against the constant dull red of my shame.His Own Hell
"What's your name?" I ask the demon, and he runs a long, elegant finger along my once useless spine.
"My name is Conscience" he tells me, his voice like an angels.
I cry in pain as he runs a sharpened stick through my member - the cause of much displeasure for others in my lifetime, the cause of agony here in my hell.
"This is for the child? This sp
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A story of a singing unicorn.The sickly sweet smell of blood perfumes the air as the wild beast wanders into the clearing. It's flank is wet with light crimson, and it's stomach torn open by the claws of a nameless demon. Every step is agony as it walks shakily, a tortured and ugly mess of a battle that it had won, but a war that it had lost.A story of a singing unicorn.
In a deep and mournful bass, it lets out the cry of it's ancestors, the long, miserable sounds of a creature long forgotten. As eyes that saw the forging of the world cloud over with grey blindness, the last unicorn dies. Cold, alone, and unmissed.
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- Current Residence: Australia
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- Interests: Hunting, writing, hunting writers.
- Favourite movie: My all-time favourite is Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, probably.
- Favourite band or musician: Uhh. I'unno. Been listening to older Marilyn Manson lately.
- Favourite genre of music: Ones with words, but sometimes just instruments.
- Favourite poet or writer: Neil Gaiman
- Operating System: Using Mac OSX, but I prefer Windows XP.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod. Shut up, I like it.
- Email: icarus_aviation@hotmail.com
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I made you suffer and that doesn't feel right. I thought my knife would snuff you out like a light. How rude of me! A quick beheading will end your fright!
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