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Behind The VeilThere are some things that are not part of the world of the living; questions that should never be answered, places that should never be discovered. But there will always be fools who will try to. And those who do, suffer a fate worse than death. Worse than any torture ever conceived in the dark corners of the human mind.Behind The Veil by The13thZomber
One such place lies deep beneath the ground, in an unreachable cave. Its entrance hidden, invisible to everyone, except to those who are cursed. After a three-day descent towards the source of the foul air, wandering ever further from sunlight and its warmth, you reach a vast opening.
Not Moving OnJake didn’t remember much after the incident. Only bits and pieces, impossible to put together.Not Moving On by The13thZomber
He remembered feeling some pain, someone screaming, and things going dark. That awful smell of the hospital and loved ones around him, holding his hand. But he was unable to talk or move. He was present and yet, not quite.
He did however remember vividly the trip home. It was a silent drive, which was quite strange for his family. No teasing or laughing, no stories from his father, no bored looks from him and his sister. Only the sound of the car and the wind as it was rushing inside from the open windows could be heard.
Once home, his mother went to lie on her bed and Jake could hear her gently weeping, while his father took a seat in the kitchen and just sat there, staring at the old oak tree out the window. Only his sister, Janice was beside him, and after a few awkward moments she whispered “I suppose I should go to my room as well”… They
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through dA,
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 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 eyes should appear,
But an animated sleigh and eight commissioned reindeer,
With a little old driver, so creative and slick,
Fella knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than broadband, his reindeer were famed,
After all his favorite art