It is The Last Great American Novel. It is a fictional work that will be published in chapters. It can be found at [link]. I ask that you give it just a few paragraphs. All comments are appreciated.


The NumbersI hate to hear the numbers, But I remind myself they are nothing more. They cannot see, speak, think, or hear Perhaps why I, only, fearThe Numbers
Their poignant, terse, and light song as it Travels through the air, thick and strong. It reaches my ears and I pass it along Gently to the others in the seething throng.
Fourty-two, thirty-nine, and fifty-eight, My number the latter, I swallow and wait Calmly, for the ensuing chatter.
I make my way through the dun crowd, A bird cries, lost with no brethren. I look to the sky, but see only clouds: Co


The Avius Oraculum The Avius OraculumThe Avius Oraculum
I. The Discrepancy
Bleak and baleful, the crisp moon peered from behind its curtain of wispy, grey ambiguous clouds.
The air wallowed and sang a song of harsh forewarning while the grass lay moist and thick upon the ground
contouring the unwelcome travelers’ every step.
“A night like this is the Devil’s own work,” whispered Savat to his weary party revealing from his
tattere
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What doesn't kill you....
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usually succeeds at the second attempt.
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DANGER----> [link] <---Click if you dare
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The days pass by and change,
without us even realizing how blue the sky really is.
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let me deliver you into something more beautiful than you could ever have imagined, some celestial sweet nothing - complicated and enigmatic, like the ancient scriptures of times long passed.
oh what a sweet surrender it was. i thank him each day.
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YOUR MOM
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Fight Mannequinism - Do something for a change
[link]
Get involved.
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YOUR MOM
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[she stood upon the edge of time, and stared into the void.]
from to be...goddess
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._.·°¯° "Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken."
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