

A Game Between Friends1600BCA Game Between Friends
Siamun sat on his wooden chair, leaning back on its hind legs. He watched Kenemetankh’s amused face, as his great hands scraped the three dull coins off the table. “If I get three tails on this throw then I win!” Kenemetankh said, his smile widening. A flame danced in the oil lamp, casting a lively reflection on his sweaty brow. He scratched his stubble, then ran his hand slowly through his thick black hair. Pausing, before he let a solitary coin loose from his clasp. Arcing across the board it span towards Siamun, moving slower and slower until it fell. “Tails!” Kenemetankh exclaimed, his smile wider


-Kin-My branches sway, creaking with age. Rooted, watching brothers fall and rise anew. A solemn figure sits below, waiting, shrouded in sorrow; ancient regrets lay buried in his lonesome frown.-Kin-
My rough bark; smoothed from gentle wear. His rickety back untroubled; fitting, as he silently rests, with coltish squirrels, dancing carelessly about his feet.
I crane towards the sun, stretching my twigs like knotted wooden fingers. Alike we linger, forevermore. Knowing only each other, kinsmen; waiting beneath the twilight. Secrets h


Cult of Life EternalGrotesque puppets squirm, rotten corpses; struggling against the underworld. Twitching, held tight; deaths grip, an eternal straightjacket.Cult of Life Eternal
Groping fingers taper from withered hands. Screams of wrath; drowned, by roaring flames, relentless inferno.
Cult of life eternal. Blind on life's path; now blind in death, subject to unremitting agony; eyes
clenched by taught skin
Sulphurous gasses choke. Petty gasps, rotten breath. To everlasting fire, bound; imprisoned in darkness, warping human shells.
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The Dark Writings Club
A place for brotherhood and friendship amongst the darker writers of DA.
Don't return the favour; pass it on to your fellow members.
Hope you're well, my friend.
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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