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Oh Opuss, I do love you.. You allow oneself to escape into a realm of fantasy, or to take on the role of a journalist, and so much more... I do enjoy sitting down and writing something completely random, such as this. And I thank you Opuss …

Oh Opuss... • Opuss № I

The house at the end of Brockdale lane was always considered tainted by the citizens of Stonebrook. The solid stone structure standing sentinel on the corner, shaded by the almighty Chotterly Forest daring all that walk by to approach it; …

The Real World .II. • Opuss № I

A deep slumber envelopes my mind, closing my thoughts off from the world as I begin to lose consciousness. My sight begins to dim and noises start to fade. I'm drifting off into another realm; or so it feels... As I take one last gulp of br…

The Real World .I. • Opuss № I

Where have I been? A mystery to ponder... Yet now I am back, from said place that is yonder... I have been away, due to deceit and lies... But now I return, with even more love, for you opuss guys =)

My Most Humble Apologies. • Opuss № I

To find yourself in the presence of a perfect disaster there are a few simple steps to follow: •search for a pinch of something that you believe in, •add a heap-full of why you believe in said opinion, •mix in a combination of positivity…

Disastrous Opinions. • Opuss № I

Flakes of water frozen hard, falling everywhere in sight, Foot and pawprints dot the yard, covered in a blanket of the sheerest white. Although its late and some will moan, I for one shall rejoice, For snow is a wonderful thing to have, eve…

Snow • Opuss № I

Find strength in yourself; for if you cannot lift yourself up, who else will help you?

Inspire Your Inner-Self. • Opuss № I

Slick sycamore branches entwine with one another, forming a woven bridge of natural perfection for the floral wood mice to lazily wander along, completely content with doing nothing as an every day chore. The leaves of strong, ancient oaks …

The Forest. • Opuss № I