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“Once upon a midnight hour there is said to be a store full of everything new and fun.
Some call this place [Stuff of Nightmares]; where known unknown things are created and sold.
One such curator of the store is a crow-boy dressed for an evening stroll to church.”
-tears out this crummy page in my book-
“Yikes abound! Did you hear about that cool new store that sells forbidden knowledge? [Stuff of Nightmares] is the freshest place to gather everything you ever wanted for the cheapest deals ever Don’t believe me; believe in ‘Nox the Night’ who runs things around here!”
-burns lame page out of my book-
“When the vagrant child ‘Nox the Night’ faked his death and sneaked into his own funeral was the moment that divided his life into fiction.
He lost his soul and brought himself back to his family only to watch them fade away into the absence of light.
Where his home once was stood now lies a darkened empty store named [Stuff of Nightmares].
On that fateful evening ‘Nox the Night’ found a new home full of everything he ever will want.”
-kicks book into wastebasket-
Some call this place [Stuff of Nightmares]; where known unknown things are created and sold.
One such curator of the store is a crow-boy dressed for an evening stroll to church.”
-tears out this crummy page in my book-
“Yikes abound! Did you hear about that cool new store that sells forbidden knowledge? [Stuff of Nightmares] is the freshest place to gather everything you ever wanted for the cheapest deals ever Don’t believe me; believe in ‘Nox the Night’ who runs things around here!”
-burns lame page out of my book-
“When the vagrant child ‘Nox the Night’ faked his death and sneaked into his own funeral was the moment that divided his life into fiction.
He lost his soul and brought himself back to his family only to watch them fade away into the absence of light.
Where his home once was stood now lies a darkened empty store named [Stuff of Nightmares].
On that fateful evening ‘Nox the Night’ found a new home full of everything he ever will want.”
-kicks book into wastebasket-
Category Poetry / Fantasy
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File Size 9.39 MB
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