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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?
Soft MiddleThe walls were closing on my mind,
Everything was breaking bind by bind,
Nothing in my world was fine,
Was it wrong to want one person to call mine?
His eyes were arrows sent flying across the room,
With one shot my heart needed its own tomb,
His smile wrecked me with crooked perfection,
Was it too soon to get an erection?
The bass drum and the snare made a lovely pair,
I fantasized about being able to put his hair,
Soon he caught me face to face,
“Hey, you wanna get out of this place?”
The warmth of his hands was a pleasure,
I wanted him to make me his treasure,
Oddly he was sweet and gentle,
He wasn’t a walking porno rental.
Suddenly it was all quite real,
I was the one he wanted to make squeal,
He was pressed against me ready to get rubby,
“Are you sure you don’t mind me being chubby?”
“You goof ball, I love your bit of tummy”
“Can’t you see you’re sweet as honey?”
“Truly, dear, you’re fit as a fiddl
Valentine from a SuccubusWithin you is where I will be -
Crouching in the pits of your pliable mind.
Within you, my fingers will explore
Each corner, each crevice of your being.
I'll stroke, burn, and gag you,
Restrain you until I find the hard facts.
My tongue presses into the flesh
Of your soul-suit, the sweet coating melts
Around you to liberate the centre.
You're free to be.
Free to act out your darkest fantasies.
song of the dollsPum pa la pa la pa pum
Listen to our song.
Dolls dressed in outfits made of the finest silk.
What could go wrong?
Pum pa la pa la pum
Listen listen do you hear it?
It's the song of the dolls.
Pitter patter blood covers the floor.
Help me please sombody help!!
The screams fill the room.
Ha ha ha haha
Isn't it fun?
Pum pa la pa la pum
Ohhhhhhhhhh it's so much fun!
It is the song of death it's the song of the dolls.
Untitled"...and desire walked in...."
There you were- a striking figure
Stealing glances my way
Looking at me like you want to crawl into my thoughts and stay awhile
The way you say my name should be a sin
Low and erotic- to give me a hint of what's on your mind
Desire walked in the day we met.
ice-by kaito shionIce the one thing I love.
Ice cream my happy place.
Ice my stress reliever.
Ice sweet and cool.
Ice I love it!
Ice sooooo good!
Ice can't get enough!
Ice eat it every day of the week!
Ice melts so easily.
Ice don't you like it to?
Ice nice cool chilly to the touch.
Ice how I love you so.
Ice well, what more can I say?
Ice I love it 0\\\w\\\^
NegativesIn her arms i am become a creature of innate darkness, of insatiable hungers.
Ravenous i feed upon her energies as we entwine.
When darkness feeds on darkness the hunger multiplies in each of our breasts.
It is thankful that our bodies are no stronger than they are for fatigue is all that saves us from our exponential lusts.
We collapse together like weak kittens too long at play, our monsters hidden for a moment, exhausted from their cannibalistic ravishings.
For a fleeting instant we are innocent again as we lay together having passed through a crucible of one anothers pain and pleasure.
In this, our passion, our perversion, our carnality two negatives become a positive.
This is why she haunts me, our devils dance well together and being broken neither of us fears the dark.
PoemIti sta bine in lumina lunii.
Astepti timid sa iti conturez pleoapa stanga
Ciudat. Ma vad pe mine.
Insa degetele mele nu au facut nimic altceva
Decat sa isi aminteasca de chipul tau.
Gata si pleoapa.
Galbenul sangeriu coloreaza subtil
Aerul din camera.
E trei deja.
Ma gandesc tot mai serios sa bat in cuie luna
Si sa opresc toate ceasurile din casa.
In mine si-n tine si-n aerul colorat.
Abia acum pot sa disting sunetul genelor tale,
Lovindu-se in cautari de maini si coapse si buze,
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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