A single speck of dust landed on Kaelin's cheek touching her elven beauty in a way no living thing would be allowed to. Lifting it off with two delicate fingers she held her enemies gaze without wavering; his dead eyes stared right through her as she stared into him, into his emptiness, into his soul. Raising her sword slowly her enemy stayed in place, unwavering, taunting her to take the first move so he could counter, he made no noise, just kept his eyes on her; a sweat bead rolled down her forehead and stopped at her brow. She took a breath then struck, her sword coming down in a arch before severing his head and leaving his body to tumble to a heap on the ground in front of her; his head landed six feet away before rolling out of sight. She cleaned her sword and bent to pray to the gods for a clean kill. After many hours she stood. She heard movement behind her, taking a one foot spin she sun swinging her katana round in a circle to meet the sound of soft flesh. Her father caught it in his hand.

“Kaelin stop playing with that stick! Come have your dinner!” The image shattered and she was returned to reality standing in their daisy field most of which were decapitated around her. “I have been calling you for over an hour! Come on now.” Following her father silently to her family home which she had lived in her entire life a whole nine years now.

She came inside to the warm smile of her mother, “How was your game, honey?”

“Many heads now litter the lands my Lady!” She said with a half-tooth filled grin.

The empty shell hit the floor and so did the body. She slumped back in exertion and reloaded the death stick keeping her eyes on the body the whole time, blood had started to pool across the concrete floor in front of her steel toe capped boots. Time to move on. She pulled up her trousers and used it the body of the man as ramp over the blood pool and jumped off his shattered ribcage with a crunch.

She glanced up at the clock on the wall 17:56:38. Picking up the pace she vaulted a rusting barrel dropping the shotgun and favouring a lightweight handgun. It slipped from the shoulder holster with ease and the flick of a wrist practiced many times before. Sprinting in boots was not a good idea incase of a sprain, that could be dealt with later, with the clock running she didn't give two shits.

17:57:04

Fuck. Eyes back on the space ahead she turned a corner stopping herself on a wall with a hand and putting two bullets in the head of the next figure; no time to check

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Life. Staring into the same eyes of the regular passengers on the train. Grey uninterested pale things ever so slightly reflective but that came back was dead. Is this what we taught and died for? In his mind all we got out of all that death and misery was extended existence....

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The monkey swung through the jungle, the banana grease on his hands loosening his grip; making him fall and land in a rock. Death. Le fin.

(Not my writing)

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Pigeons are curious things aren't they? One would walk around for hours and the flock of pigeons would follow you the entire time, and all you would need do would be to hold a slice of bread. Quante things pigeons, stupid also, I have seen many fly into lampposts or buildings in shortsighted stupidity. Vile things. We call them sky rats for their traits the two share, they eat human leftovers and have been known to fight with each other over a female, an injured pigeon is a dead pigeon and a dead pigeon is the best pigeon.

But doves my good friends! Oooooooh doves, we are magnificent creatures of the sky, not just in beauty but in legend as well, we are a spoken of highly in every context whether we mean love, prosperity, promise or celebration. No matter what, the sight of a dove brings joy, we are brilliant creatures and intelligent too, pigeons oft pretend they are as graceful

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The blade pressed up against the jugular, it moved as he swallowed and first blood was drawn, it ran down his neck and stained the beige collar. The man shuddered as he saw his fate if he didn't comply, reaching forward he opened the briefcase with the thumb scanner and lifted the lid.

Light streamed out of the container blinding the man in his last seconds. The knife was cleaned on his sleeve and then sheathed in the black leather holster, making an enjoyable squeak as it slid into place above its upper thigh. It closed the lid and took the briefcase by the handle. Reaching down it picked the once man, now corpse up by the ear and finished of the job the knife had done and severed his head with a quick yank to loosen the body which fell back into place in the chair.

Heads are proof of a kill after all, it put the head in a cooler to preserve it and made off, both hands full. The cooler was now full and would need emptying and the drop off, it required more money for fuel anyway. The journey took maybe 5 days by car with regular stops and refuels. it had best begin.

It threw open the book at dropped the two items in the back, this skin was irritating to it, nothing compared to its "natural" skin, this was sticking on the inside and made it feel inferior, it's exoskeleton itched when beneath it, as good as a gift it was, it had drawbacks to it. A burden also.

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Gasps echoed around the crowd as the rasping sound of a sword being drawn filled the air; peasants had a habit of shiting themselves when facing steel, this one was no different. The mans head hit the floor with a dull thump and bloody fountained over the people near him, gasps turned screams filled her ears. One bandit down two to go. More blood. Less screams. Finally silence, they probably formed some kind of thought process and decided that antagonising the lady with the sharp sword wasn't a good idea. It wasn't.

Tabitha is what most called her, but she had gone by different as a child, the path of a Templar knight was hard and especially for a woman, shieldmaiden is the usual term but being a lady gave her a different title as little as it was actually used. After her sword was clean moved up to the fort gates again, spitting as she did; politics would have no place in her job anymore, killing the opposition was the best way to succeed if that is what God willed,

These dreams are of extreme importance to me and I believe they have both changed my person a significant amount (except the falling ones), from how I appreciate people to how I am attracted to a person. I can't explain how I just have to remember these dreams.

This is only half of what i dreamt, it changed from a zombie apocalypse to this! a medieval party attacked in the middle of the night by battle monks this is the epilogue to a story. I still remember this lie it was yesterday in 20/07/2015

Densel: Her Guardian, demi god, loves her but far too old and he knows it, so does she.

Him: find name! Lead protagonist, nephew of Orolld. In love with Her.

Orollod: Uncle to him was saved by his father from a common bandit.

Her: One of the final two demi gods still alive. In love with Him but has Daughterly feelings for Densel.

“I am sorry but I must do this....” She said as she stood up to the cliff’s edge, the whole group watched her, tears were brewing quickly. “Tell him that I loved him and that Things would have been different I if Densel had not died”

The Man Meat that was Orolld stood up on the rock near her, “WIll do lass. Will do.” A tear he didn't make any attempt to hide slide down his grizzled cheek and floated on his beard.

“I wish he were still alive.” She said turning from them. “I cannot live without my protector. As he cannot live without me, we were the final two and I should still be that way!” She took another step toward the edge, “Goodbye my friends, I loved you all!” the crowd of battle hardened warriors rushed to the edge to watch her fall the last hundred meters into the depths of the void.

This is only half of what i dreamt, it changed from a zombie apocalypse to this! a medieval party attacked in the middle of the night by battle monks this is the epilogue to a story. I still remember this lie it was yesterday in 20/07/2015

This one I have on a weekly basis.

I am having this one so much it scares me, I seem to wake up and feel like I am falling, like all the time, more often in cars, like I nodd off in a car and wake up falling to my death, but mostly in bed and I jump up scared shitless. It is horrible.

I had this dream on 20/07/2015. Another Dream I dreamt after like 15 hours of sleep, involving a transsexual woman, my friend doing a barbershop sextet and me being lost nude on the trains. This is the order I remember it as :

WARNING

this one is sensitive to read as it is sexually explicit so please don't read if you are not comfortable with that context.

I was at some sort of reception where many of us were drinking socially, I was with my friends talking to a few other groups who were going to perform as well, I turned around and saw a very attractive woman talking to another, she then pulled the others skirt up and started having sex with her (the former woman had a penis) I can't even guess why but the second woman laughed out loud and stopped her quickly before many people saw. I then remember being at a concert with the former woman, her name begins with a B or a D I can’t remember for the life of me, I am intensely attracted to her for many reasons, but I kiss her cheek and wake up - I slept over the entire dream around 15 hours and woke up 3 times as far as I remember, I go back to sleep again - I am in the audience again watching a ban come off and am sitting next to the beautiful girl which I'm clearly infatuated with, they announce the group name who must step forward to play next and it is us, my friends go up but I do not, they have no idea what to play but I shout up to them (at least I think I do because I had the idea), they start playing and the dream skips to the end of the song and Alex (one of my friends) comes down with them and says it was horrible, I relive the song and remember them being really out of time but then there is a really good drum solo which I thought was beyond belief and tell alex that which seems to cheer him up a bit. I kiss the girl again and feel an amazing sense of joy rush through me but then I wake up again - I go to sleep as soon as I can to get back to the girl - (wish I knew her name D last name B or something) I am in the dream again and see her for an instant (just her face) and then I am naked on a train, like butt naked leaning against a window, I look around and no one is there but I am not with the girl at the concert where I should be and this frustrates and scares me as I don't know why. take several trains which feels like hours and I become more and more scared and I just want to wake up. So I do -  I see the time is 6 which means I don't have that long left to sleep, so I nod off back to sleep -

I am in the train station again and my clothes are still missing, but this time I remember the name of the station (I don't now) D something creek I think. I am outside the concert and the girl runs to me, we embrace I kiss her and the dream ends with my nan waking me.

This dream was truly amazing and I am still thinking about it now.

Haven't used this site in years, like since I was 14 ha-ha. Just gonna post a few random stuff of here, like stories I write and dreams and shizz. Just wanna get some feedback to help my writing style, rather get it from the public, because we are so awesome, right?