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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 8:02 pm

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Even hiding in Hell can't keep you safe from this wrath of furries.

Furies: Furies or Dirae in Roman mythology were female chthonic deities of vengeance or supernatural personifications of the anger of the dead. They represent regeneration and the potency of creation, which both consumes and empowers.

Now, Furies are rising again. The dead are driving them to the above world in protest. Human, Dead Soul or one of the Furies, you are being effected. Your world is being changed and life as you know it may be coming to an absolute halt.

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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:36 pm

Vanessa
I am a fury, I come from Hell and Heaven alike, fear me.

I walked slowly around the bend, upon the horizon was a beautiful sunset. I smiled to the familiar scene ahead of me.
"You are true beauty..."
I whispered to the setting sun.

I opened my eyes, the sun was no where to be found, neither was hope. I was eternally damned, if you mind my putting it that way, to Hell. Well not completely. If the Dead Soul I watched, Simone, decided to fight for justice over his murder, by going to the world above us, I would be the one permited to fight for him, on Earth.
However as of the current he seemed unaware of the need to fight, perhaps he was plotting, perhaps not.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight.

Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:56 pm

Flora
I live on the edge of sanity…

I sighed at the sight of a family, complete with a nonviolent set of parents....
"They are so lucky..."

I whispered to Reese as the family passed us in the park.
We sat side by side, in silence, admiring the fresh air... wishing for summer.
I yawned at the setting sun, it had been almost a day since I had slept. We had been running from the police and the CPFNY (Childrens Protection For New York) for days. Reese thingks they know are parents aren't with us. He thinks they know that I am considered one of the missing persons of NY.

"Can we go home? I'm tired."

I said, he nodded and pulled me up.

"I think they found us."
He said as he started to pull me as he ran.... a police car
had parked near by and the officer was looking towards us with a puzzled look.

and the law.

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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:58 pm

Simone Baker

Where do I stand?
Not here, not there?
Where?

Whispers, that's all I hear now of people that visit my grave. I have taken notice that my family has all but stopped visting it. Why would they want to? I was ten when I was murder, 20 years have passed since then. Who is left alive to rember me? Brothers hated me, parents where old as it is, and in school I had kids that I could actually call friends. It's no wonder that the only thing I hear now is the whispers of other graves. I'm lonely and bitter. I could've been someone in that world. They took that chance away from me. Sometimes I wonder, here, alone in my thoughts, if I should take the Furies hand to seek my revenge. But I adore my brothers, I still do. I wonder how they are doing? Would it be alright for me to take a peek? I haven't dared. I think alot, but in reality, my mindset is still that of a child. I think Mommy and Daddy's grave is close by. I don't hear much from them. They probally died peacfully. Me, I was murederd. Where is my justice. Anger is the strongest emotion I have right now, maybe I will utilize it, maybe I won't. If I set my eyes upon the earth again, will I say how beautiful it is, or will I shudder with disgust. I just want someone to rember my name. Is that too much to ask?

Beyond the glimpse of time, by body decays,
and I am left for the Furies to decide.
Dead Soul am I.

Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 3:58 pm

VanessaI am a fury, I come from Hell and Heaven alike, fear me.

Even after 30 years I knew Simone had a visitor.
He was too naive to realize that a small girl came to the grave every few days.
She was small, her body was so small and frail. She always came with a man, not much older than I was -appearance wise.
"Here she comes."
The girl came out, her brother (perhaps a brother was the relationship?) was carrying her, her eyes were a little wider and damp with tears.
"So frail and weak."
I couldn't help myself by trying to get a closer look.
It seemed like her sorrow brought me out of hell.
Air whipped around my face.
I went to herl then. All I wanted was to comfort her.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight.

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