

Never Coming HomeThe yelling and screaming was too much. Isabelle couldn’t really take it anymore. At nine years old, she had endured much of it and the screaming going on down below was more than enough. The loud shrieks of her mother and the pounding of feet on the marble floors made her wince. She stood at the top of the stairs, both of her small white hands grasping the frame of the wall. Her ear was against the cool white surface and her body was pressed to the wall as if hanging on for dear life. She could hear the vibrations of the fighting down below, the stomping, the yells, and silence following them. They all seemed to travel through the walls up tNever Coming Home


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The dark deep caves of Len were quiet. It was far into the night and the caves were especially dark. After all, no light traveled into its depths. There was but two entrances into the caves, one hidden and the other heavily guarded. Neither entrance had light extending more than a few feet into the cavernous kingdom. A tall man cloaked in black crept through the cave in the dark, several others following, but keeping their own distance. The man at the front was used to the darkness, having grown up in the caves as a child. He had spent most of his adolescence above ground, though,
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friends: `equivoque, ~Clementine98, ~comique, *filledesetoiles
my gallery
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friends: `equivoque, ~Clementine98, ~comique, *filledesetoiles
my gallery
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Battery Rights Activist
Take me to the Underground.
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In the darkness, I can see the void clearly.
-David H.J. Yan
Fellow Dragon Artist.
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