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He Never Broke a Promise (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/KHXQmvigF0 This short story (very short) is a brief introspective narrative about the difficult process of waiting and the struggle to hold on to hope through uncertainty. It's built on vivid, beautiful imagery and the tie between emotions and perception.

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I just published my third short story to my gallery. I always appreciate comments and constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy! The Fish Who Fell in Love (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/1oOEmovjv0  Adlin and Rosco have been buddies for a long time, brothers in all but blood. Far, far, far from blood brothers. When Adlin meets the One for Him and subsequently loses her, he's obsessed with making their romance bloom. He'll need a lot of luck, a little bit of magic, a touch of snark, and a ton of help from his best friend to make his way to his love's side.  This is the tale of a man and a fish and a love like nothing you've ever known before.

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A little teaser for the main plotline for NRR, under development now for Battle for Azeroth that comes complete with theme music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxkDVSvUO1o

Rhoelyn braced herself with a deep, shaky breath and looked down at the wrinkled parchment, her attention focusing once more as she swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to reread the scrawled, graceful Darnassian runes of the summons. Her vision swam with unshed tears, giving the symbols a certain wavering, dizzy motion.  By order of the Temple:  Elune's servant, Rhoelyn Silverwing, you are called to service in the name of Her vengeance, for the salvation of Her lost. You will report three moonrises after receipt of your orders to the command of one Eritheya Dewleaf in Bashal'Aran, Darkshore.  May Elune's grace be yours and your gift to all of Her people.  A tear dripped free as she looked at the less formal note tucked into the bottom corner in a hasty hand: Rhoelyn, the lost need our help to find their release. This assignment is of a merciful nature. Noncombat. It was signed "Lannia". The words were meant as a comfort, she knew, but as the little healer looked around the small apartment, she could only feel the fear, see the flashes of pain and rage and blank, cold death on the faces of those she'd tried to save when the Horde invaded the Shore. The stability and safety of Boralus let her forget all that every day, locking it away as mere fodder for her nightmares. Now she was called back to the waking nightmare.  The priestess would go. Of course she would go. Where the Temple needed her was were she belonged. But... the cost...

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Amen.

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Rhese and Tyrael and Tyrael's Mount

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Now, here's a candidate that I can get behind.

Care of Imgur

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I don't have the original credit for this photo, but suffice to say that someone out there has the most adorable dog ever conceived.

<3

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I desired solitude; I stepped away from the demon-bound willingly. I should be pleased that my only companions of late are the demon who haunts me for her own sport and the damage she inflicts. Yet I am not. I feel myself frayed and stumbling, stretched taught by the mad, missing pieces.

Sedrai - World of Warcraft character Earthen Ring (US) and Feathermoon (US)

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“The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.”

Michelangelo