Extremely Sorryagain i apologize
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Red Rosea single vase alone in the darkRed Rose
green prickles branching from its stem
a perfectly constructed bud with blood red folds consuming us
the heart of the flower bleeding into bloom
illumination to the abyss hope for the lost
a single red rose for you
the one who lay hidden in the carnivorous black
broken at heart wounded inside
for you a single red rose.
by ~Lifaen13
Re-occurrenceThe pale moon shines down revealing the hidden lies seeking some sort of answer could it be? or is it just a re-occurrenceRe-occurrence
We barely knew each other yet you took that chance reluctant i let you in thinking maybe this is different something to hold onto.
i thought you were unlike the rest each time the thought struck my mind a beat of the heart skipped a signal is this something real?
yet time reveals opposing thoughts you have forgotten me but i cant leave you behind just like the rest leaving without an answe
by ~Lifaen13
IllusionPrologueIllusion
It was all gray; the clouds, the sky, the mood, everything. I moved one step at a time, slowly in synch with the other men. I was dressed in a pair of slacks and a nice white dress shirt with a black blazer draped over me. With two gloved hands I carried the casket across the dieing grass of Grover’s Cemetery. The one place I thought I would never visit until later on in my life.
I was 16 years old; it was the beginning of spring; cold, rainy, and foggy. It was only a week ago that it happened, the image still stuck in my head; haunting me like a ni
by ~Lifaen13
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Finding the Past Part IThe orphanage. Cade spent fifteen years of his life there. Fifteen terrible, hard years. Being treated like a slave, forced to do horrible work, being fed next to nothing. He hated this place. When he ran away at the age of sixteen he had thought he would never come back here. Yet here he was.Finding the Past Part I
He was here because this is where the thing he longed for most of all was. News of his parents. He was twenty-six now, so he guessed he didn’t really need to know about them, yet it was what he wanted. He supposed it was just what an orph
by ~llednarbKAF
Children of Prophecy: Prologue-Children of Prophecy- Prologue: Garrison lighthouse, GormiaChildren of Prophecy: Prologue
“Calm yourself, professor,” “How can I be calm? That madman is getter nearer to his goal every minute, and those poor children don’t have a hint to the danger they face.” The aged man was hunched over his desk, ringing his hands and refusing to be soothed by his assistant. “That’s why I’M here, professor. Why don’t you contact one of your friends? You know, to see how their doing.” “No.” “Why not?” &#
by ~Jazi-Hime
Dragon Savior Chap. 3Out of the Fire and into BlueDragon Savior Chap. 3
My eyes opened wide! “Lyer! Lyer!” I yelled, with no response. I could feel us slowing as we rose into the air, we couldn’t drift on momentum for much longer. I pulled my self up by her curved spines reaching for the next one up her neck, I repeated , climbing her back. “Ly- Lyeeeeeeeeeeer!!! LYER!” I kept yelling. I was now already on her neck, slowly getting easier to hold on. But the physical relief brought more mental stress. We had to fall sooner or later. I turned my head and saw her wings curled back and the far off ground, I could see the kin
by ~PenDragon13
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