And though I had slain a thousand foes less one,
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection

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"The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any." - Russel Baker

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Has It Been That Long?

Seriously. Has it been so long since I last put something up on Fictionpress? Damn. I honestly don't understand why I didn't upload anything for so long and just let my profile stagnate. Well, time to get back into things with a story inspired heavilly by the Metal Gear Solid series and Perfect Dark.


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