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Their meetings were always hurried, full of touches that were just a little too hard and kisses that involved too much tooth. Neither complained, there was no time for them to argue now. No time for prolonged, wordless struggles as to who was on top, no time to tease. It just happened.
It was only in the afterglow, the bittersweet sweat and laboured breaths, that they talked. Quiet murmurs accompanied by lips on skin, a squeeze of the hand on a hip.
"I haven't got long." Jaye would say, his once perfectly straightened and styled blond hair now a mess, stuck to the pillow with sweat.
His partner knew, and would only nod, close his one working eye, and press his lips somewhere else on Jaye's chest. "Did you get it on disc?"
The blond always did he knew how it worked and sat up to pull it from his jacket. He could feel the other man tightening the arm around his waist, as if re
Medici castle was on a scale that was rarely built on these days. Three hours ride out of Argonia at a gallop, it sat atop a cliff set just in from the sea, proudly overlooking the de'Medici's traditional holdings to Argonia's west. The land had been in the family for generations, and their line could be traced back even further than that. They were a force in politics, a well-worn family name that would come to Argonia's aid when asked and their constant grip on land so close to the city proved that.
However, it hardly made the place more welcoming in the winter. While heavy tapestries were hung up over the windows and fires were stoked at all hours of the day, there was a distinct chill to the air that crept through the walls itself. Torches lined the corridors, their shadows spooking the servant's children as their shirked their duties. The entire affair, outside of the noble's wing, felt much like a
Persephone Thesis: CreativePersephone Thesis: Creative Component
May you be renewed in tranquillity and wisdom.
The music came as a stab of sun, illusions of flowers splashing against the walls with every note squeezed from the harp. The echoes of hell were shaved away, tamed into the drabbles of a brook or the sea, and rock vaporised into the fresh damp of newly cut grass. Knuckles white and painful around the cruel arm of my throne I felt everything shatter again, the now familiar dark walls and stone melting away to grass and flowers and light, oh sweet light. Soft things, wet like tears. I let them fall, gritting my teeth against my tongue and ignoring the biting salty smell. I would not be seen to move, this man could not touch me, could not ruin what Id rebuilt. I would destroy him first.
We had seen him coming. Nothing living entered here without notice. They were bright against the gloomy shades, we could
Knighted BearTwo girls, But plenty a difference.
Caroline the Duchesses daughter had a record of being cruel.
Just a little girl, Unable to make her own rule.
Tickled herself silly over causing a servants fickle.
Her parents adorned her with stuffed animals
That she would add to her ever growing hoard
Loud and obnoxiously she'd wrap and pour shrouds of tea around their crimson jewel engraved and carefully chosen fur.
Mouths locked the animals silently swore, Looks tattered and brown stains drooled as they continued to splatter the floor.
Fur out of fur was thrown out, rows and more in tow, the animals disappeared for more to appear in the same place to suffer the same drenched and quenched
or ripped and picked.
Parents replaced the beautiful stuffings, without a single glare or harm of a hair.
Bree, A poor sheepowners daughter, The family didn't have much of their own to keep being almost dirt cheap.
One day the mother of this young girl made enough money for thread and used a sheeps fur to a
The Cookie JarI have it in my sights.
I see it in all of its glory.
The greatest treasure in all the lands.
It has been a perilous journey.
I had to climb down the zigzagged mountain of death.
Climb the giant gates of hell.
Finally I am here.
At the bottom of the giant ice mountain.
First I must open the secret door by using all of mans strength.
Then I must climb the shelves filled with many potions and poisons.
Finally, I have it. The treasure is mine.
I grab it and begin back down the mountain.
My foot slips. I knock a jar of red death.
It falls and smashes into the ground.
The monster now knows I'm here.
I hear its powerful footsteps approaching.
There she is. The Beast.
Her eyes made of fire staring into my soul.
She roars her mighty roar.
She grabs me and takes the treasure.
She then puts me back in my cot and leaves to hide the treasure.
One day... I will taste glory.
I will taste one of those cookies.
I will beat you mother!
Someone SpecialHatarakou and I went to a swimming pool today. Looking at various of people playing in the water, a swimmer caught my eyes. I pointed at him so that Hatarakou will know what I'm going to talk about.
"That man can swim well. Do you think he can be someone special soon?" I asked him. Simply smiling happily.
"I don't know," he answered short. Watching the man swimming.
"Do you want to be a special person?" I think he wanted to be one. Everyone wants to be special!
"It's not like I can be one," he answered while drinking a cold drink in his hand. He seems to have less spirit than usual. I wanted to cheer him up!
"That's not true! You're special in my eyes. Everyone that I met is very special!" I told him that he is special like everyone else that I met in my entire life. I can see the future! He will say something like 'That is a personal opinion,' and I will backfire him with something wonderful.
"That's..." he said and I cut his sentence.
"What does it matters if it is a personal opinion
Gone Clones Arrive With Good Times Attachedeyes tight
to the count
here I come
ready or not
you open them
the old folks
black leaf gloss
ecstasy of rose
at april 4
A sliver blood
U R B side U R self
your mouth words
past full level
your mouth words
are brimming with
a sunny noise
in a purple dark
Death is blindDeath is blind,
It doesn't matter,
Old or young,
Female or male,
Bad or good,
It will eventually comes to you.
What's Up?The ceiling is always up,
and the lights and wiring too,
If it comes down, I'll be sure to let you know.
I'll say "Oh! The school's fallen down!
Now where do they want us to go?
The sky is still up,
but the ceiling is now down,
Oh, gosh, what if Chicken Little comes
to tell us the sky is falling on the town?
Wouldn't that be blue?
Nothing is up,
everything is down,
but the world's a circle,
so down may be up,
and up may be down.
Maybe some will stand on their heads,
and claim the new up to be the ground,
And the rest will be amazed.
Me? What will I do?
I'll just go sideways.
A teddy bearonce upon a time their was a teddy bear
with ivory teeth and scarlet hair.
he lived in a house of rich boy and man
who would all ways keep their spare cans.
The boy played with the bear each day and night
and kept him close when had fright.
The bear was so happy and filled with glee
so much so he didn't see.
the boy grew older and the man died
yet the boy did not cry.
the boy began to want more and more
he sold his dads cans
as well as his pots and pans.
he sold everything he had
the money made him so glad.
till one day only one thing remained
his best buddie had stayed.
he took his old bear
and shaved off his hair
he took out his ivory teeth with glee
the bear screamed in fear, why hadnt he seen.
the boy now a mad man
had finished this plan.
selling the stuff
without a puff.
so there lied the bear
siting in an old chair.
with only his shoes
his old friend had forgotten so drunk with booze.
a stormy night came one day
and the man wanted more to pay.
I just can't seem to care.I'm drowning in the air,
But I know you just don't care,
I'm finding it hard to breath,
Wish I knew what I mean to me.
You're driving me up the wall,
I'm slowly dyin' from the inside out,
You tell me I'm worth it,
An' I tell you I'm not,
'Cause I see the lie in your eyes,
I give up on truth,
So sink to bottle,
And then walk through the door.
FIOLEE: Love in the clouds Pag. 3FIOLEE: Love in the clouds
El vampiro tomó a la rubia en sus brazos, subió, la puso en su cama, la arropó y cuando estaba a punto de irse, la humana lo tomó del brazo y dijo
Fi: No me dejes sola
Ml: Fi, no puedo…
Fi: Por favor_ el vampiro al escuchar la suplica de su amada se recostó a su lado y se durmió en cuestión de segundos al igual que Fiona.
Marshall se empezó a despertar y no por que quisiera si no porque sentía una presión en su pecho y un movimiento a su lado, al abrir sus ojos por completo vió a Fiona recargada en su pecho dormida, le beso la frente y luego se paro lentamente para no despertarla y se fue abajo a comer algo.
Me desperté y me acordé lo que había hecho ayer…
Ml: Creo que tienes sueño_ Fiona solo asintió con la cabeza_ bueno te llevo a tu habitación_
El vampiro tomó a la rubia en
Oh, my lovely fish
It gives me great joy to see you swimming
When I go on holidays I miss you and hope you are well
At night it gives me happiness to feed you and watch you
Every day you swim with your friend Silvie
Sometimes at night I like to listen to the sound of your pump
No other fish of mine has lived so long so that must be a sign that you love me
Even if you die tomorrow I will always remember you
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