Derek Dyer
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The Black Book Beckons
Books covered the cornerstone of every hall in this house. That was how my father kept it, books everywhere. Red, blue, and green, were colors that just itched the tip of the iceberg in our home. Using the basic colors of the color wheel to describe them could be considered a sin, but when your unfamiliar with the shades of the world you use what is readily available to you.
By Derek Dyer5 years ago in Horror
Recognition and the Right Thing
A virtuous act does not go unnoticed. Just not praised. There is no need, if you do something out of the kindness in your heart, you do not seek affirmation for the deed. You do it because it is right and just. Though you are usually humbled right away.
By Derek Dyer5 years ago in Poets
3 Hours Felt Like 127
Hunger eats away at the stomach and the mind, devouring thoughts as well as nutritions needed for survival. It hurts, this emptiness that gnaws at my being. Growing stronger as every second on the clock ticks passed. Each movement drains what little strength I have.
By Derek Dyer5 years ago in Poets
Alder
Prologue “Bravery, compassion, courage, knowledge, and strength are just some of the ingredients needed for the use of magic. Magic is said to be the basis of life. Life is the gift given to us by our parents and their parents before them. So if you cherish the life you are given and grateful for how you came to be, then you can truly master magic. Remember this, Alder, if you are to truly learn.” This was the first real lesson Alder’s teacher ever taught him. He believed it to be the only thing he would never forget.
By Derek Dyer5 years ago in Futurism
