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Falling for Grace Falling for Grace
My boots crunched as I stepped in the snow, making a trail from the woodpile back to the house. I wouldn't really call it a house, more of a cottage really. I love where I live, a small cottage back in the woods a little. Brown wooden siding and a brown roof, it sticks out in the snow covered woods.
My arms have started to ache, for this is the sixth armload. The snow does not crunch so much now, since all my trips back and forth have made a well-tread path. I stepped inside the door and a wonderful wave of warmth and sweet spices engulfed me. The warm fire in the wood stove still burns well, but better to go get the wood now then when it gets dark and colder outside. I placed the wood in a spot near the stove where wood is always piled. I brushed myself off, took off my boots and jacket and sat down on the sofa near the stove.
“Now where in the world is the remote?” I shouted out loud, but I know there will be n
Contest Help - Extract A rough knock on the door made Isabella jump as it echoed in the quiet building. There werent many visitors to the Genealogy department of the archives daily, but they always came with an appointment set. Isabella thought back to her planner and realized that she didnt have any appointments that day.
Ben, can you get that? She asked as she continued with the papers she was currently sorting. She heard him move from his desk over to door, and she heard the sound of the door opening. The words were a bit muffled, and Isabella couldnt understand what was being said, but when she looked up Ben was right in front of her looking anxious.
There are some men out front asking for you. He said as he tilted his head in the direction of the front door, and then headed back to his
Contest Help - Plot SummaryIsabella Russo loves her work as an archivist. She researches peoples family history, and loves to make it a little mystery for herself. But of all the mysteries of her work, she never thought that her history line would be the one that she was trying to solve. When strange men attack and try to capture Isabella, she runs off with her new co-worker Ben to try to figure out who is chasing her, and why.
The small country of Mesina is a corrupt one, and its only getting worse. An elite force of men and women are on the hunt for a long lost royal. One that could take the throne and turn things good for the monarchy and the country. Will they be able to stop her before she figures out the whole thing and ruins everything?
Lost Love Soft, gentle, spring rain beats down on the already soaken green grass. Tombstones in perfect rows look like they're in a watercolor painting because of the blurry edges the rain creates.
A woman walks amongst the graves, her barefeet tickled by the grass. She walks slowly and determinedly, a wilting white lily clasped gently in one of her hands.
Her long flowing lilac cotton dress is just as soaked as the grass and sways heavily about her ankles as she walks. She stops every few feet looking- not because she is looking for someone, that she knows is lost.
She finally comes to a final stop, falling to her knees in front of one certain stone.
The tears that run down her cheeks are undistinguishable from the rain.
Gently she places the lily at the foot of the stone, her hands drawn up to her face to pointlessly
Her, You + Me
She sits on an old swing laughing and playing.
She is old enough to know better but still too young to be bothered by anything.
She has your bright blue eyes.
She has your dirty blond hair.
She really does look just like you.
She loves looking like her daddy.
You can relate to her playful manner.
You are still too young to care.
You can't stop loving her hair.
You can't believe that she looks just like you.
You love it that she looks just like you.
I can't help but play with you both.
I stopped caring about maturity long ago.
I can see you shining through her eyes.
I can't believe her hair looks like yours but smells like mine.
I love it so much that she looks like you.
I love seeing you shine out from her same smile.
Another Story IdeaFootsteps on the sidewalk could barely be heard as a young woman ran down a busy New York City street at morning rush hour. Her brown hair was up in a bun, but there were many fly-aways going in every direction. Her arms were full of many different things, her purse, a shopping bag full of items unseen through the shiny clouded plastic, a smooth black binder full of the day to come important papers, and a tray of 4 coffees.
It was morning rush hour and with all the people out on the street, it was amazing that this woman was still on her feet. She shuffled through and around all the people, careful not to spill a drop of coffee.
Dressed in business attire, she looked like every single other monkey out on the streets that morning. Her dress jacket flapping from side to side around her knees as she ran down the street.
She slowed down when she noticed that things were starting to slip from her grip. Nobody noticed and kept going on their merry way. A couple people actually bumped into he
The sun shines brightly high in the sky, it's warmth tickling everything it touches with it's rays.
The wind blows rustling the wheat stalks playfully. The noise it creates is barely heard over a little girl's giggling. Her laughter sounds like pure, liquid happiness without fear or sorrow.
A little girl, barely the age of 3, runs happily through the wheat. Her curly hair matches the color of the wheat, and shines in the sun as it bounces about her shoulders.
Her light purple sun-dress sticks out as the only bright color as it brushes about her legs as she runs. Her small sandaled feet run as fast as they can take her, sometimes almost making her lose her balance, but she manages to stay on her feet.
At long last her feet get caught up and she falls forward. But her cheerfulness is still intacted and she doesn't even pause in her laughter
She stood at the edge, the waves crashing on the cliff far below her.
The warm salt air blew about her face, playing with her hair.
Her bare feet touched the stones, warmed by the heat from that days sun.
Her long silk dress rustled gently around her ankles.
Her arms were open taking in the setting suns warmth as she gazed down below her.
For once in her life she felt completely free.
Free of all the troubles and heartache in her life.
And there had been many troubles for her to deal with.
This freedom wiped away all her sorrow but one.
She was left with the deep feeling of loneliness.
It was that same loneliness that drove her to that very edge.
Taking a deep breath she leaned forward, letting the salty air gush past her as she fell freely.
Story IdeaHis long jacket moves about his legs as he walks down the dark alley. He fears nothing but many fear him. He is a king of his kind, and he had to fight many battles to get to the top.
He dresses all in black, and even his hair and eyes are no exception. He walks strong and proud in the dark of night that he calls his own.
She is an outsider, a rogue and is never one to follow the pack. She dresses divinely, but every two weeks she is not as beautiful as she is told frequently.
Always alone she finally realizes that she is missing something in her life.
Could their two world become one or will they both perish in a fight for their lives?
Stranger - part 6 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
After school, i went back home,and on my way heard weird noises.I stopped and looked around "hmm?" i took a look at little forest what was close to our school. There was standing Fabian,just as a slenderman.
"what are you doing?" i came closer.
"HSSSSssss" he snarled as a snake,hi eyes shinned,then fast turned to my way,standing on all four.
I blinked once staring down at him..."eeeeh...Fabi...?"
He realized it’s me , fast got up and mad looked at me "Kyle!! never scare me like that ,i could b-" he shaked head "never
Out?Just a word and a little punctuation
A simple question except when it's a late night text
On my phone the letters looks sleazy; a last call come on
The question mark embraces the word like a lover
It spoons it like I would hold you as we fell asleep
By what you want is something more physical
Why don't you tell me what you really want?
It would take just one more letter... Fuck?
A punctuation that looks like half a heart
Both of ours broken leaving us empty
You want to be filled but it can't help
One night is a fleeting reward
It didn't work two years ago
We were five miles apart
Now you're 500 away
This won't be love
Just one night
Lust and bye
"No," I type
Stranger - part 5 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
Fabian looked at me and came closer.I looked at him and smiled “Umm hello ,I thought you won’t come” .
He leant his head to my chest and sniffed me like a dog,from all sides,his eyes got all black.I calm standed and watched him “Umm? Okay? Fabian?”
“Does someone came with you?” He unsure looked at me.
“Um No” I worried looked around? “why you sniff me?”
Fabian took a serious look at the sky and sniffed air.”All is clear,we can …emm..like you said….hang out now
Stranger - part 8 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
I didn’t noticed way I fell asleep,i just heard a noise what woke me up,I looked around and didn’t seen Fabi.I looked at my little balcony.He were standing there and staring down,I came closer and took a look.Oh gosh it was my parent’s car.They were back! I hoped Fabi won’t do a bad things.
For some reason he stared at my dad’s e30 for a while,till I pulled him back in room “Fabiaaaan go back to sleep!” I pointed at bed” We need to wake up early tomorrow” .First he was okay with that and came c
Stranger - part 7 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
He licked his fangs after he was done and looked at me,then he playful licked my cheek for telling thanks.I giggled and smiled at him "not hungry anymore?" i asked him.
"heheh actually….. this what i ate now was just a snack" he smirked.
"Really?" i looked at him.
He nodded..." i need alot of food" .
I got up and looked at him "okay ,let’s get you more then” Fabian opened his mouth to say something but skip that and nodded”Alright then” .
I did crazy thing,I took Fabian to my house…parents wasn’t home th
Todo puede cambiarHistoria - Todo puede cambiar
Capitulo 2° - Conociendo poco a poco
En la mañana siguiente ... en otro lado de la ciudad de New York
- Hijaaa! despierta , tu amigo Matias ya llego - dijo mi mamá desde abajo , aveces suele ser algo tierna aun que es una mamá siempre te apoya y aveces te tiene que hacer entender lo que para ti es bueno pero en realidad es malo , ella creia que estaba dormida pero en realidad solo espero que me llame para poder ir con mi amigo Matias
- Ya voy mamá - dije bajando las escaleras
- Hola Ambar - dijo alguien castaño , con ojos verdes como la miel en resumen mi mejor amigo Matias siempre esta para apoyarme pero nosé cuando le dire el secreto que desde hace tiempo oculto
- Hola Mati..(me da una mirada
InsatiableI'm a little bit wild
I'm a little bit free
I'm a little bit crazy
but I'm mostly just me.
Filled with a sensuous curiosity
Drawn in by the articulate.
and this is me getting it off my chest.
I yearn for soft touch, and a strong hand.
A steady fire in the promised land
A place filled with technicolor imagery
Where my mind fizzles out I can truly see.
Bound in my place
on the earthly plane.
My fervent desires in need of being tamed.
Your heated stare puts me in my place.
And that is why I crave your dominant embrace.
You see I'm a little hellcat, and this is a neverending race.
Oh, how delicious is that smile on your face.
So come out my divine lover, and take what so wishes to be yours.
A beautiful submissive, here, on all fours.
I wait, I challenge, do you think you are man enough?
Come out of the night; my urges need to be slain, as the world perishes away
only you can ebb away this pain.
NaturalIntertwined vines that whisper
To each other in melodic tones
The secret tears that flows slowly
Creating an absence of friction
As fingers flutter in the wind
With the sway of the trees
That creaks and moans
The passing of the serpent
That slides through
The soft warm embrace
Of rose petals dripping
From the dew of nectar
That flows below a tainted river
Reflecting the stars
As soft tremors are followed
By the absence of noise
The night collapses into morning
This visions, are painted in my mind
Death is a LoverEvery time, he lingered near
Ready to pounce at me,
And all my insecurities.
Whenever I called, he would appear
In the reflection of steel,
Or smiling back through my tears.
His cold grip would caress
My still-beating wrist,
Tracing my veins to my heart.
I wanted to hear it:
Softly spoken, a hushed whisper,
Death romances my ear.
My body craved the one antidote
That was the deadliest poison.
The warmth fading and shriveling
From his icy touches;
Release me like a snowflake
Into the vast white.
Oblivion, the catalyst
To our passionate entwine.
Taste my skin, taste my tears,
As they are licked up by flame.
Lie with me, forever,
In this bed of ash and love.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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