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The Ring of FireThey lost everything that night.The Ring of Fire
The spindly wooden rocking chair had creaked as Sarah sat by the fire in perfect contentment, knitting yet always keeping one sharp ear out for the bubbling of her stew. She twirled her ring about her finger, suddenly hearing the gate click shut behind who she could only presume was her husband. It was only brass not gold, but it was the most precious thing that she could call her own. It was because of that little item that she belonged to him and that made her smile all the more. ‘Good eve, wife,’ the man said as he strolled in at ease. Mr Richard
by ~Darklens
Symphony of StruggleJanuary 1915Symphony of Struggle
The piano began expectantly, as I gave my name and false details that were to save me from monotony and pave the way to greatness. Many others – not much older than I – joined me with their lies and I heard the orchestra rumbling in the far corners of my mind, a mere whisper of a warning. I ignored it, preferring to hear the triumphant music that filled me with pride…not that which struck me with dread. It did not relent as I threw my possessions carelessly into my bag but rather, I believed, it gained impetus with every action I took. I did not pay attention to it as I said
by ~Darklens
Love and Woe Pt 2For the next few days, they barely spoke more than 20 words to each other. Whenever he went to look for her, John was informed that Miss Kathryn had gone out riding for the day or that she was busy and was unable to be seen. The knowledge that she was avoiding him purposefully cast a dark cloud over him constantly. On Kathy’s part – she was slowly being eaten alive by her feelings for John, and what she must be doing to him by refusing to go within a hundred feet of him. However, she resolved that until she could learn to control the fire in her heart and the constant reminders of their kiss, she was not going to embarLove and Woe Pt 2
by ~Darklens
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Just FriendsThere's no small talk, you know I hate it, we both know that we hated school today and are overjoyed to be out. Problem is, there's that awkward silence again. We pretend it's not awkward, that we just like silence, that we're good enough friends to be silent together. If I had a bow I could make the air in your car sing. I casually open the window I've been looking out of. You turn on the music. It only makes it worse. Time drags as we fight our way to your house.Just Friends
Finally there, we explode from your car, different people, laughing and planning our next grand scheme. I don't what it is about enclosed spaces that just evap
by ~redinkblueink
White Peacockby =Foxbane
SecretsShe saw him glancing at her from across the dancefloor. He was gorgeous. Slender, elegant, with his top hat, tails, and cane. He had dark piercing eyes and that thin sexy moustache she loves. Facial hair fetish...maybe. With it trailing down his jaw line from his sideburns. She thought she saw a trace of eyeliner but couldnt be sure with the darkness of the club. He was leaning against the bar taking double shots of cheap vodka.Secrets
Fire ran down his throat with each shot. The club was blasting Dead Can Dance from the speakers. He frequented this club, everyone knew him. People occasionally passed by touching his elbow and
by ~PineappleFairy
The Other MistressIt was raining the night that it happened, I remember that because looking back on it, it was almost like Nature herself was in pain with him. I spent the night at his house, and came downstairs from his bed and heard someone crying. I followed the sound to the kitchen, went in and turned on the light to find him there, sitting at the table with tears streaming down his face. He looked up at me and I immediately went over to him and held him close, wiping his tears away, smoothing his hair from his face. Neither one of us said a word. We didn’t need to, and couldn’t of even if we wanted to. There was too much pain in that room for words. PainThe Other Mistress
by ~DaintyDelusiveDoll
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"Torchwood Twister: Where clothes have to be removed beforehand. Hypervodka and a large pot of vaseline included in the box." Sounds like my kind of game!
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"There are only four questions of importance in life:
What is sacred?
Of what is the spirit made?
What is worth living for?
And what is worth dying for?
The answer to each is the same:
Only Love." (Don Juan de Marco)
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it's deeply worrying when you aren't around very much. it disturbs me. come back in my life for a bit...
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the ones with 'Drama Queen' t-shirts aren't the actresses.
the actresses are the ones with the 'Bite My Ass' t-shirts.
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the ones with 'Drama Queen' t-shirts aren't the actresses.
the actresses are the ones with the 'Bite My Ass' t-shirts.
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the ones with 'Drama Queen' t-shirts aren't the actresses.
the actresses are the ones with the 'Bite My Ass' t-shirts.
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'i am attempting to kill, the little boy inside.'
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"There are only four questions of importance in life:
What is sacred?
Of what is the spirit made?
What is worth living for?
And what is worth dying for?
The answer to each is the same:
Only Love." (Don Juan de Marco)
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