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His sword drips with blood, splatters of it on the palace floor. The messenger holding the sword is silent, his eyes turned downward. I can hear sobbing behind me, but I do not comprehend it. "Dead?""Dead." A sob catches within my throat. No, it cannot be true. The servant lifts his eyes to view me. His face transforms, the eyes turning to a demonic obsidian. "Oh, but it is true, lovely... And there's no one to prevent your being mine..." His brilliant white teeth make his smile all the more evil. He steps toward me and touches his hand to my cheek. "I told you it would happen this way." Pushing him away, I spot a body, bloodied and bruised. I try to whisper his name but I cannot. I try to tear myself away but am unable to. It is him. And I did nothing to prevent it.Omens of our demise. Dreams that haunt and the fading light of candles for the dead and dying. Is this where fairytales start? Or where they end?Updated RegularlyAll rights reserved.…

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Welcome one, welcome all. You are about to enter something stranger than the Twilight Zone. My mind...But don't you fret! You will be sure to find something to laugh at! If you think you are strange, then please come in. Normal people are not allowed. But then again normal is relative, isn't it??Updated randomly As my brain is rather random. All things in this book are not original. Many things are. Enjoy and shareAt your own risk Of being quirky yourself.The cover pic, I do not own.And if a word is cut somewhat off...That's just me,Being me.…

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"Love comes with a price. Every time a person loves, They surrender a portion of their heart. When the person is taken away, The heart is left wounded, bleedingExposed to the cruel measures Of love. You have taught me this. You left.I look for you,For a way to reach you. I search for you every waking moment. But I cannot find you. And now I am left to wonder If love is worth the pain."-JaneCompleted. A view of the Avengers thoughts throughout their struggles, beginning with Thor and Jane. The characters are obviously not my own. They belong to Marvel. All rights reserved. These poems are my original works and I'd appreciate if no one steals them. Anyways, enjoy!!!!!…

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You don't know Rachel Lynde??Well, I'll explain. Mrs. Rachel Lynde is the nosiest busybody in Avonlea. Her nose is always in someone else's business, but all too often, her busybody ways cause disaster. Disaster to the extent of the word's meaning. Of course, she never sees it as her fault. This, however, is the tale of her greatest triumph. A Christmas triumph, a love triumph, a matchmaking triumph. Don't miss out!!*completed* The characters all belong to Lucy Maud Montgomery, though the short story is my original story! A what if.All rights reserved. Please don't copy this story. The plot is completely original and I've worked hard on it. Anyways, enjoy!!!!…

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Ideas, daydreams, obsessions- call them whatever you wish, but do beware. These things are dangerous. Dangerously addictive. You are privileged to enter the menagerie of my stories to hear their raucous noises and watch their crazy antics as they grow from fledglings into the next masterpiece of the century. Anyways, take a sneak peek and get hyped for the next stories to be written!…

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A poetic entry for the All-Nighter Writers. What does it mean to be a father? Is it just a man who has kids? No, it's so much more.…

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I find hope. I find grace, Far away from the world's embrace. God gives me rest. He keeps me safe. I seek His face, in the secret place. -Ron Hamilton The Lord is our secret place. He longs to be with you and to be your all-in-all. Who wouldn't want to be with God Almighty?Yet so many people don't truly know Him. They have not seen Him fully. Do you long to know more of Him? To become a closer friend to the Best Friend? Spend time with Him in the secret place and learn His characteristics. © All rights reserved. *updated biweekly at least*…

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In darkness, in light,In joy, and in sadness,Beauty hides. Beauty is in every heartbeat, Every breath of the human race. These are a short collection of poems that are spoken from my heart.They are about nature, love, and everyday things. I hope that when you read them, they will speak to yours.*updated randomly*In other words, when I get good ideas. All rights reserved. These are all original works so please don't copy them. I've worked hard on them and they're my babies. Anyways have fun reading!!!…