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Arrow to the KneeDear Professor Bess,

I was going to write my essay and turn it in to you as my final, but then I took an arrow to the knee.

Thank you for your time,
Rebecca DoyleArrow to the Knee1 year ago in Letters

Skyrim ReviewI just want to say first that I love Skyrim. I belive that it may be one of the best RPG games up to date. To really get the feel of Skyrim you just have to play the game. But let me warn you if you start playing Skyrim you will not be able to stop. Many of my sleepless nights have been atributed to this game.

There is no shortage of conflict in the Nordic homeland of Skyrim, which is as violent and barbaric as the people who inhabit it. In addition to the rebirth of the legendary dragons, signifying the end of time, Skyrim has recently fallen into a bloody civil war between the ruling Empire and rebellious Stormcloaks. In the midst of this Skyrim Review1 year ago in Reviews & Guides

Chapter 11: End of trails part 1

Chapter 11: End of trials part 1

As the group continued they came across an open area with a lot of space to walk around and nothing in sight that indicated any danger. "Why is it, this place doesn't make me feel too comfortable?" Sonic asked. "I know what you mean. This calmness just doesn't seem right in midst all of this chaos." Night Shine said and Cloudy flew up and looked around. "All in favor of trying to dash through here?" He asked and they all nodded. The group began to charge forward but a rock door jutted up ahead and behind them from where they had come. Suddenly laughing could be heard all around them and mist began to pour in Chapter 11: End of trails part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

A Life Once LivedA Life Once Lived

Eric sat atop the watchtower of Whiterun, looking out at the vast tundra that covered the most of the Hold. From 2 pm to well past the sun's set, Eric sat at his station, keeping look for 12 hours a day. He would watch the roads for the threat of bandits, though the most action he usually dealt with was the petty theft of sweetrolls, and the brawls of the local drunks. Eric took a bottle of mead from the bucket that sat next to his seat, as the guards posted here always left a stash for the watchman after them, for the nights of Skyrim could be cold, and the days could be boring. Watching the roods made Eric miss thA Life Once Lived2 months ago in Short Stories

Used to be OriginalI used to be original, but then I took an arrow to the knee.Used to be Original1 year ago in Emotional

Flash Fic Month '12. July 7th

Castle Wyvern, Manhattan New York, 2023 AD

It had served her well in countless battles and hunts; had helped her bring down Courtaud, the packleader of the Wolves of Paris; had been at her side for almost as long as she could remember; was so familiar that she knew every inch of its smooth, polished surface… and now her longbow was broken. It was almost like losing an old friend…

"Well," Burgundy sighed, holding the two pieces of splintered wood in her hands as she sat in one of the castle's many lounges, "That's torn eet…"

"Eesn't zair any way you could get eet fixed?" Rouen asked, glancing up from her knitting. Burgundy shFlash Fic Month '12. July 7th11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Warning: Contents are RandomI used to be an adventurer like you...then I took an arrow to the knee.
-random dude on Youtube cartoon thing

I used to be interested in horses....then I took an arrow to the knee and realized how awesome dragons and slash was.
-me, QueenSaphira

I used to be a barbarian laywer...then I took an arrow to the knee.
-random...random...random

I used to live on a book shelf...then I took an arrow to the knee.
-Ezra the clay dragon

I was once a science-fiction writer....then IWarning: Contents are Random1 year ago in Short Stories

Braela- A Skyrim Tale, pt 1"What is happening?! Why am I here?" I thought as I stared down at my shackled hands. My intentions were not what they thought they were, I was simply crossing the border. Those Imperials....they probably think I'm a member of the Aldmeri Dominion since I'm an elf, and want to do away with me before I can give them more trouble. The Nords of Skyrim have enough on their plates already what with this Stormcloak rebellion and everything...Just then the carriage wheel bumped over a stone, causing me to lose my train of thought as I rammed painfully into the shoulder of the man next to me. He looked at me with mournful eyes. "Sorry..." I muttereBraela- A Skyrim Tale, pt 11 month ago in Introductions & Chapters

22. THEN I TOOK AN ARROW TO THE HEART (part 1)

The flying saucer ended up slicing a mountain and remaining fixed sideways onto it, like an axe chopping a tree halfway. Fortunately for the two galactic travelers, the exit was close to the ground, so they could get out and explore the surroundings.

There were patches of snow over the mountain and the mildly cold wind was blowing gently. The somewhat low temperatures prompted Hank to change his clothes and also give his friend better ones to keep warm.
Hank only had to change his T-shirt with a red, long-sleeved shirt with a black flame-like design which seemed to almost engulf the text, which was also black, and written in alien text. The22. THEN I TOOK AN ARROW TO THE HEART (part 1)11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

22. THEN I TOOK AN ARROW TO THE HEART (part 2)

[Continuation of part 1]
The morning found the two lovebirds still embracing each other, with their foreheads touching. Hyacinth's raven wings seemed to act as a blanket for Hank's top part of the body. The sun's red rays awoke the sleepers, causing the human to yawn, followed by the winged alien girl.
Their eyes met and they could observe each other's irises closely, seeing every little detail. She could see Hank's dark-brown eyes staring back at her, filled with joy as he smiled. Her yellow eyes appeared to be made of gold, definitely a color that Hank had never seen in any human he had known back on Earth. She was, after all, an alien, s22. THEN I TOOK AN ARROW TO THE HEART (part 2)11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

The Journal of Charlemagne the Mad Breton Entry 1Today is Mondes, the 17th of Last Seed. I am Charlemagne, a Breton, and I was captured some time ago on the border of Skyrim with High Rock, and taken to a town named "Helgen" under charges of treason. I knew I was innocent, I never would oppose the Empire – I am loyal to it.

I know this will seem far-fetched to most, but there was something uniquely interesting today – at Helgan, during the execution, a dragon attacked. A great winged beast, black as night, swooped in and attacked the town. Ironically, it saved my life – I was at the block. I managed to escape in an adventure I would much rather not repeat. The destruction ofThe Journal of Charlemagne the Mad Breton Entry 11 year ago in Short Stories

Choose your path, mortal...You sought to face a problem but for some reason it was not done.

-Blame Minecraft?
-Blame Skyrim?
-Claim that your current stress is causing you to procrastinate (persuade)?
-Make an arrow to the knee joke?
-Do a barrel roll?
-Say that you will do it later (lie)?Choose your path, mortal...11 months ago in Philosophical

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