These are a bit shorter than I would normaly do but they really did look like more on paper. Strange how that worked out, I normaly get more than this when I'm in a writeing mood, but here they are, enjoy.

Life of Adinar...
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These shackles bind me as whips lick my flesh. One thousand are the lashings that rip at my flesh and my blood is set free. My mouth sewn tight with flaxen thread my screams are mute, bound with chains and bathed in my own blood I know my life is over. The cheering of my tormentors are like the screams of babies to my ears before I go deaf in my agony. I am trapped, I can only pray that they grow bored with me soon and burry me, although I know they see don't my end being so pleasant. I know now that my life means nothing save for their own entertainment, and so enjoying me they seem to be. At last, my vision fades, I feel no more and all at once I realize... Everything.
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Cycles of a nightmare...
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I drift ever forward into the black void of death, and in the abyss I can hear whispers that are yet to be understood. somewhere out of no where I am surrounded by the whisperers but what they are I still cannot see, how do they hide so well next to me I don't know. They begin to whisper in to my ear and tell me that I am nothing, I am hopeless, I am worthless. These whispers become shrill and hideous screams as the abyss begins to change its color to that of a dark purple. The shadow creatures begin to rip at my very soul, "YOU ARE WORTHLESS!" "YOU ARE HOPELESS!" "YOU ARE NOTHING!" In unison, they scream in my ears and in unison, they tear hole in me. Still they remain unseen save for a clawed hand as it rips at me; this new torment seems to be everlasting as I drift with these shadow creatures. As I slowly lose my very soul to these beings, I see a welcomed sight ever so steadily drifting towards me. A set of gates which I knew to be that of the after life and I have now the realization that I am saved from becoming nothing.