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The military and medical sections of the Ark crashed together, on a barren moon in the Maelstrom. The survivors formed a peaceful, colonizing...
Note: this story takes place in the Maelstrom, the galaxy that will be formed when the Andromeda and Milky Way galaxies collide in several billion...
The night sky was an inky black, pollutants clouding the spectacular stellar display of the Maelstrom that could be seen from less industrialized...
Burnt, blackened, dancing, shimmering. Stuff like that.
Too many adjectives in a row in some places... It sounds weird.
Tea, A Poem By Quintus A brazen bull could flay my tea Upon a grumbling hill, you see, He'd dance about with oaken hooves, And show me all of his...
I hate to say this... But I don't like it. It doesn't really flow and it's just... Blah. However, this is coming from the guy who wrote such...
Name: Kasamir Class: Demon (Good-hearted) Weapons: None Age: Fifteen Appearance: Small for his age and thin, snow white hair and pale,...
Good one Narwhal. ^.^
Killing, A Poem By Quintus Get ready I'm about to start killing Killing people Killing dogs Killing cats Killing trees Killing soybeans And when...
Thread, A Poem By Quintus Hey girl You wanna come down to this thread? It's full of poems And sometimes people complain Sounds hot, right? We...
Dogs, A Haiku By Quintus Dogs can be stupid When they get in the mower Slice! Slice! Slice! Slice! Slice!
Dirty Hoses, A Haiku by Quintus Ack! This dirty hose It will be the death of me It is so grimy.
I guess it's a slur to say the name of pickled cabbage.
Kraut.
Sauerkraut is censored?
Mincemeat About, A Poem By Quintus Mincemeat about It's like sauerkraut Their melancholy wailing Is sent using mailing I sit on a stump The...
Eyebrows For Religion, A Poem By Quintus When I awoke on blazing day I slipped into My bird to pray Jerome could see the voice so sweet As tasty...
The Seahorse, A Poem By Quintus Hey man What is your deal I don't have time for your president Or any of that frame But dude What I do have time...
Floss Mummy, A Poem By Quintus A long and manly time ago Three archeologists in boat did row They came across an ancient tomb And found within a...