D'Mourning Orb
Jun 2nd, 2002, 10:18:07 PM
D'Mourning Orb was in the walls. In the other room his mother screamed. He felt the waves of Dai's voice violently tremor within his heart, and silently he prayed for her soul. At the very young age of eight , he was powerless to help her. However, D'Mourning was hopeful God would do his bidding.... But alas, the screams continued.
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He sat in the bar, all of thirty-one years old and six months. D'Mourning's coffee rest in his folding hands. His omnificent eyes, glaring over the establishment. It was nine o'clock in the morning, but his biological clock told him it was much later. D'Mourning's mind was completely refreshed. His brow felt light on his forehead. Eyes, opened to the brim of their full capacity. His nostrils flared to invite the drafty morning air, which had escaped through the bar's insulation. The hot, black cup of java touched his thin lips. Indeed, life was good.
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He sat in the bar, all of thirty-one years old and six months. D'Mourning's coffee rest in his folding hands. His omnificent eyes, glaring over the establishment. It was nine o'clock in the morning, but his biological clock told him it was much later. D'Mourning's mind was completely refreshed. His brow felt light on his forehead. Eyes, opened to the brim of their full capacity. His nostrils flared to invite the drafty morning air, which had escaped through the bar's insulation. The hot, black cup of java touched his thin lips. Indeed, life was good.