I'm Not as Heartless as I SeemPremièreI'm Not as Heartless as I Seem by AmphetamineDreams
So sweet and understanding
My demons cower from you
Your love for me has never failed
You chase the nightmares away
You keep my anxieties gone
I don’t know where I’d be without you
And I hope I never find out
A mother to the motherless
A teacher to the uneducated
A monk to the faithless
A guide for the lost
You’ve taught me things no one else could
And you understand me in ways no one else can
I appreciate you so much
Best friends forever
That’s what you promised me
And I’ll stand by you forever
As long as you need me
You came to me in your darkest hour
And I showed you the light
But what you don’t realize
Is through your darkness
I also saw the light
A life so short
I wasn’t able to fully enjoy it
But what you left me with
Holds so much value
You left me with an escape
From this harsh reality
You left me with wisdom
That I will take to my grave
You left me with love
That fills my heart t
RegretsPremièreRegrets by AmphetamineDreams
Scars decorate my body
Evidence of a troubled past
If only I knew back then
How long scars truly last
Needles and syringes
All have touched my skin
If I had known the consequences
I wouldn’t have done it back then
My body craved the numbness
My lips needed to touch the bottle
An addiction so toxic
It turns you hostile
Beaten into submission
My self-worth forever non-existent
If only I knew how to work my voice
If only I kept my distant
I wrapped the lips around the poison
And shoved it in my lungs
And now I know the danger
Of starting a deadly habit so young
Always searching but never finding
What is it I’m looking for
If only I had known
It was right behind the door
His wordsAnd if, perhaps one day,His words by singmyheartout4you
His words weigh any weight,
They might just leave a scratch
These Thoughts Will Kill MePremièreThese Thoughts Will Kill Me by AmphetamineDreams
What is it like
In the middle of the ocean, babe?
Do you think of me
As much as I think of you?
Do you miss the fragrance
Of my skin
Like I miss yours?
Do you crave my lips
As I crave yours?
Do you want me by your side
Lightly tracing my fingers
Over your delicate face
And you kissing my fingers
Each time they pass your beautiful lips?
The first little kick
And the giggles that come after
Nurturing a body
That isn’t my own
The little fingers that will
Wrap themselves around my giant one
The sleepless nights full of
Fussing and crying
The little pitter patter of tiny feet
Running across the wooden floor
The complete adoration in your eyes
As you take your first steps towards me
And shout “Mommy!” as I scoop you up
And nuzzle your little body into mine
A family tradition
At least one person
Dies from their depression
Will I be the one to die
In my generation?
Perfection eats away at everyone
Open Letter You and I are very rare.Open Letter by xxdraxx
Third generation Asian-Canadians makes up less than 1% of the total population. From an early age we learned to wear three masks like Nezha. I am Canadian. Je suis Canadien. 我是加拿大人。
The grass gives off a crimson light on either side and I’ve been trying to stay safe in the the sidewalk between them but I’m at the edge. Or maybe I’ve already fallen off and I’m just a being of nothing nothingness. I’ve already gotten accustomed to being in nothingness. Been reading Descartes and Kierkegaard and I can’t fathom the mathematics behind happiness.
Two fugitives ran away from home and conceived
Labyrinthine Vol.1 Ch.6Labyrinthine Vol. 1Labyrinthine Vol.1 Ch.6 by darkone4587
Ch. 6: Practice
In the middle of the day at their restaurant the Dragon's Head Guild work dealing with their small amount of customers, when a short man with a thick beard in a sharp suit walks into the restaurant and starts looking around.
"Well if it isn't my favorite little wannabes." The man says walking into the restaurant. "You guys actually gonna pay your rent?"
"Hey Qwin." Pax says annoyed by the man's appearance. "We're working on it, and soon you won't be able to call us wannabes."
"Oh yeah, you managed to get a fourth."
"Pax, I've got to run off." Vil says rushing out of the restaurant. "I'll see you later okay."
Zodiac Wars Vol.1 Ch.7Zodiac Wars Vol. 1Zodiac Wars Vol.1 Ch.7 by darkone4587
Ch. 7: Daily Life
Just outside of the forest in front of the bus stop Dirk and Gabriela stand around in their school uniforms waiting for the bus.
"I had figured with this whole dragon thing I wouldn't have to go to school again." Dirk says annoyed as he fiddles with his uniform.
"Of course we have to go to school." Gabriela says seriously. "Our best defense against the other clans is blending in among the regular humans."
"Well at least now I have these awesome powers." Dirk says happily. "And with all this training gym class is going to be easy."
"I should tell you, never use your powers in front of ordinary humans."
The Word RoseAnd from the blue and cotton clouds,The Word Rose by NemoX7
Out forth I plucked for you -
A single word rose.
Notebook petals, blooming in the blood
Of scarlet love,
Dripping sweet melodies from high above
Showering us in an embracing flood.
It was a single word rose
And upon it was written your heart
In the form of a hundred rhymes
Playing out your song,
Your beautiful song
And nothing could let it fall apart.
And from the blue and cotton clouds,
Out forth I plucked for you -
A single word rose.
Poetic thorns, glaring through the gale
Of obsidian disgust,
Sneering dark voices of our innocent lust
Whispering to us of that word rose pale.
It was a single word rose
And within it was hidden my heart
In the form of a thousand crimes
Weeping all my sins,
All my blackest sins
But no one ever saw me fall apart.
And from the blue and cotton clouds,
Out forth I plucked for you -
A single word rose.
Word rose, oh where are you?
Word rose, ah shining in the blue,
You hide my secrets and
Cover yourself in her heart.
Adobe Slabs Segment 5Adobe Slabs Segment 5 by Chococcino
Both boys sat on the couch and enjoyed a well-deserved break with minor chit chat here and there; not anything too substantial, by any means. Just little comments to break the otherwise overly silent atmosphere.
After M's last class had let out for the day, he went home to help Billy put the finishing touches on the living room. What should have taken only a day actually took several between Billy's job and M's classes. Mags had been staying with Billy's mom up until that afternoon to give them time to officially move in.
Both M and Billy promised themselves a celebratory beer once everything was settled. They had just popped open said beers with a clink.
Billy analyzed the label on the bottle. The beers were imports. Which meant from overseas, which meant how the hell did they get here? Of that, M wasn't quite sure himself. But the specialized travel it
6 things I know about my grandfatheri.6 things I know about my grandfather by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
My grandfather was one of nine children, all identical in black and white photographs. Each had a crop of dark hair, slightly crooked smiles and as a child I thought they had black eyes too. The shades, the pigments, were lost in translation and even still I picture him with ink-drop irises, faded sepia skin.
He, like his brothers, joined the navy. They left behind their youngest brother Ronnie on the shore waving in time with his murmured, off-beat heart, stretching the hole in his chest 8,000 miles wide. The Atlantic embraced them, called each in different directions as the waves rolled on endlessly. Their boats drifted from safe bays and my grandfather fixed his sight starboard, back towards London as the masts of his brothers’ vessels faded over the horizon.
My grandfather was in charge of saving anyone who fell overboard, and was for a time a deep sea diver. But he couldn’t swim, was scared of the bottomless depths aching beneath the deck. He lied on his forms,
Something AboutHe said there was something about the way I looked, the face I made, the sips I took.Something About by Chococcino
Every morning I wake, splash some water on my face, and head outside to practice my yoga uninterrupted.
But this morning was different.
This morning I lowered my hands under the cool running water of the sink, rubbed it against my aching eyes.
And when I opened them, in the darkness of the early morning, a streak of brilliant orange reflected in the mirror.
As I paused, he knew I had seen it.
His warm arms wrapped around my waist from behind. He held me tightly against him, whispered excuses as to why he did so.
Something about this morning, the lighting, my tears, I don't know what it was exactly, but it kept him there next to me.
He watched me as I sipped my tea, with that sadness in his eyes, but he smiled.
And I knew. It wasn't me he saw.
But he had no idea.
He says there is something about the way I look, the faces I make, the sips I take.
I chose to stay in bed this morning. I didn't particularl
A Serpent's Love PoemYour blonde hair, your pale skin,A Serpent's Love Poem by LordSpottedshadow
Your sparkling, clear blue eyes.
All these features, they make my mouth water,
This innocence may lead to your demise.
I want to wrap my body around you,
Trapping you in my warm embrace,
To feel you struggle, wiggle, and writhe,
Is a bliss, knowing there's no escape.
My pointed fangs, they drip with venom,
I know today will be the day,
Don't bother running, there's no way out.
I am the predator, and you are my prey.
Your tender skin looks so delicious,
Your slender body looks so sweet,
My voracious hunger is at its peak,
My lovely meal, I'm ready to eat.
Loving in Despair Loving in Despair  by Kagami-Rio
'Damn, what the hell am I supposed to do now?!' Ryuu banged his head on the wall. 'I'm going to lose it!' He grit his teeth while his anger was rising higher and higher. 'Fuck! I don't have any choice but to use them.' Ryuu took his phone and started to dial the number to his secret agents. These aren't normal secret agents though. These agents were actually hired to keep a close eye on Mia when Ryuu couldn't. A group of five that collect information about her whereabouts, who she was in contact with and anything extra.
"Hello? It's me. Go over there and check on her. If you find anything suspicious, tell me immediately." With a stern voice Ryuu ordered them to go over to Mia. He hung up the phone and tried to cool himself down. "It should be okay now. They're going over there to check up on her." Ryuu ran his hand through his hair and exhaled. "I need to stay calm."
"Hello? Prince of the Nakagawa Kingdom?" The voice behind Ryuu's door sound
SoldiersLaser beamsSoldiers by St-Rhye
All the beauty
Has been forgotten
With our fear
And free will.
From mars to Andromeda
We end civilizations
And changed genetics.
We still remind
That hopeless child
Begging for his life.
A hole in his head
Closed the deal.
We can’t stop
This cosmic war
Does not exist.
A lovely toy
That we want
With endless joy.
Give us more
We want more
Are not enough.
Hybrid 3, Chapter 11: Helen's BraveryChapter 11:Hybrid 3, Chapter 11: Helen's Bravery by Bclement117
Alexander and his team returned to Éire in hopes of recruiting Casters for their mission. They drove their carriages out of the mountain and headed back to the city. As they got back there five hours later, King Teutorigos and Lord Genovefa were waiting for them at the city square. David and Alexander walked up to the stairs of the court building and the Caster King looked furious.
“David, what is the meaning of this?!” King Teutorigos snapped as he seen the Cobains soldiers behind Alexander’s men.
David explained, “Alexander and I traveled to another star system with that relay and came to the Cobains planet. These people knew about Alexander being the only one who could help everyone in the galaxy stop the Helbots from wiping us out. They provided him supplies and a space to travel back home.”
“Where is this ship?” King Teutorigos asked sarcasticall
The Last Three Days of His WorldBing-bong.The Last Three Days of His World by MidnightDaybreak
The sound of the doorbell interrupted the two children from their play. Five-year-old Leonhart Caesar Viridiano and his four-year-old sister Lena both looked hopefully at the front door, wondering who had come to visit. Maybe the mailman was delivering a package. Maybe an older girl had come trying to sell cookies again. Maybe grandma and grandpa were coming over for a visit.
Whoever was on the other side of the door, the children were anxious to meet them. Leonhart considered getting up to answer it himself, but he knew better. Mommy and daddy had taught him that answering the door was something only older people could do, and that he should wait until he was bigger. Leonhart didn’t entirely agree with this. He knew well that opening the door without knowing who was on the other side could be dangerous. Leonhart knew a great many things, far many more than a boy his age should know.
The two children watch
Dying: Chapter 5Dying: Chapter 5 by gregterry480
Chapter 5: Elsa's Gift
"Anna, you don't have to worry about me," Elsa told her sister as they both spread their feet out across Anna's bed. "Yes, it was highly embarrassing to fall asleep at the meeting like that. But with the way I've been at night for a while now, something like this happening was inevitable."
Anna just looked at Elsa. Somehow, bathed in the radiant moonlight that was coming from the bedroom window, she looked even more breathtaking than usual. How could she look so lovely and so worn out at the same time? It was a gift that Anna did not possess. Whenever she was tired (which was usually every other morning), she knew that there were plenty of words that could be used to describe her, but "beautiful" certainly wasn't one of them.
"What is it?" Elsa asked, apparently noticing the way that Anna was staring at her.
"I just...feel a little guilty," Anna confessed uneasily.
"Guilty?" said Elsa, seeming puzzled. "Whatever would you feel guilty for?"
Dying: Chapter FourDying: Chapter Four by gregterry480
Chapter Four: Coffee with Kristoff
"Anna, please, that's your fifth cup of coffee this morning," said Kristoff to his girlfriend. "Do you want to spend the entire day squatting over a chamber pot or something?"
"I need something to keep myself awake today," said Anna wearily. "I spent the entire night worrying about Elsa."
"Is there any time you're not worried about her?" he asked her a little cheekily.
"Oh, ha, ha, ha, you're hilarious!" said Anna sarcastically. She knew that Kristoff didn't mean any harm, but her patience was thin today.
She took a deep breath as she looked around the small coffee house where they were seated. Normally, the pleasant atmosphere of the place was enough to cheer her up when she was feeling a bit down. But on those days she was usually sad about something trivial that didn't really matter. Today she had very genuine concern for her sister's well-being.
"Elsa's not acting...normal," Anna began explaining to Kristoff, hoping that he would
Dying: Chapter ThreeDying: Chapter Three by gregterry480
Chapter 3: Worried
No matter what Anna did that night, she couldn't get to sleep.
She was aware she was almost certainly worried about nothing. So what if Elsa had coughed? Big deal if she had walked funny! It wasn't any reason to assume the worst. Her sister's body was probably just having a negative reaction to the depression she was going through right now, that's all.
Still, every time she shut her eyes, every time she came close to entering dream land, she saw Elsa struggling with each step she took. She heard her hack like an old man who had smoked too many pipes during his lifetime. And then she had to open her eyes back up again.
"No!" she yelled as she sat herself up. Where was Elsa? Was she going to show up again tonight? Unlike some other nights, where Anna would secretly wish that she wouldn't come so she could get a good night's rest, tonight she was really, really hoping that the queen would knock on her bedroom door. She wouldn't ask her about her physical health, of cou
MordecaiMr Kettering, a stout stubble faced man of thirty, stood hand poised ready to knock. Before him loomed an ominous ebony door, polished and illuminated by the striking glare of a nearby lamppost, it's gaseous flame flickered nonchalant. A confetti of snow had begun to collect over Mr Kettering's lacklustre brown jacket. He shuffled his thick soled boots. The cold was nipping his cheeks in a petty manner as is the wont of a premature snowstorm. Mr Kettering raised his knuckles again. Hesitant he rapped a couple of times. Silence. The wind around him howled. Behind him a merry threesome swayed to and fro up a long pavement. Listening to them as they cajoled. He assumed that they were on a return trip home or were just navigating towards their next drinking hole.Mordecai by NemoX7
After a time the ominous door creaked open. Mr Kettering stepped through. No one was there. No servant to greet him. No master of the house to inquire of his business. A simple straight forward hall. A cubby hole of a hall. Mr Ket
And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die! by ShackleSoul
Those two words, repeated over and over by the patient in his cell, confounded every one of the nurses and medical personnel who tried conversing with him. Were it not for the IV drip in his arm and the fact that he blacked out at random intervals and thus gained a modicum of sleep, he would surely be dead. Even now the strange man was running on borrowed time. He should have been healthy but his vital signs were being ravaged by some unknown malady.
No one knew his name, only that he had been dropped off by an unknown person or persons one blustery night at Blackmore Asylum in Providence, Rhode Island. But it would be an inaccuracy to think that this man was completely insane or gone. His eyes betrayed a sinister, hunted sort of intelligence, a sensation like he knew he was being stalked.
And then there was that logbook the man had held in his possession. The staff weren’t quite sure what to make of it
An Apple A Day (Warning: Death)A year ago the world was overpopulated.An Apple A Day (Warning: Death) by tophtheblindbandit
Places that had previously only contained a small amount of people at a time had become so full it was difficult to go a few feet without needing to push past someone.
If you lived in one of the more populated areas you may have needed to sleep standing up, surrounded by strangers as everyone you knew had been swept away in the crowd.
Places that had once been completely deserted had suddenly gained a population. People moving to burning hot deserts and icy cold Antarctica to escape the mob of people continuing to grow.
Then a month ago it stopped.
The population started slowly decreasing.
People started dropping dead in the street.
Everyone is dying and people are calling it a miracle.
Does no-one else notice the strangeness of this situation?
A helicopter appears in the sky, apples falling from it like hundreds of tiny bombs.
Each member of the crowd grabbing one fruit each. After a few weeks of the helicopters visits everyone quickly learned n
Welcome to Night Vale: HalloweenMIDNIGHTDAYBREAKWelcome to Night Vale: Halloween by MidnightDaybreak
Hi, this is MidnightDaybreak, NOT the creator of Welcome to Night Vale. I became a fan of the podcast when my wife introduced me to it last summer, and have followed it ever since. It’s such an amazing show, and the writing is beyond phenomenal. I wish I could write that good.
For those of you that haven’t heard it before, if you’re a fan of great writing, dark humor, or just all around weird stuff, I highly recommend you check it out. They currently have 58 half hour episodes out, plus 2 hour-long live episodes that are a lot of fun. You can listen to the episodes on Podbay.com, or on their channel on YouTube. You can also follow them on Twitter @NightValeRadio. Check out Commonplacebooks.com for more info on the show, live tours, their store, and much more.
What you’re about to read is a fan fiction of mine. I haven’t done fan fiction in a few years, mostly because I still have a few I never finished over on fanfiction.net and did
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch by witch1978
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Argentina's room was markedly smaller than Mexico's, although it was in much better order, save a small bundle of blankets in the corner. Mexico walked into the room ahead of his host and sat on the end of a rather small bed. Argentina walked over to the pile of blankets in the corner, which Mexico noticed was making a strange noise. Argentina brushed back a blanket to reveal the small, brown spotted face of a calf.
Mexico watched this with restrained intrigue. He couldn't stop himself from asking dubiously "Juan, why do you have a cow in your room?" The tall boy swept the calf into his arms and then walked over to the middle on the room and sat down before answering "I found him the last time I went back down to my home, he was abandoned by his mother. I guess I just knew how he felt too much to leave him". Mexico felt suddenly uncomfortable sitting on the bed while Argentina was on the floor. He stood up and walked over to where Argentina was sitting and sat down next to him. Again,
Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Alfred dismounted and looked around to see if anyone had noted his lateness, he noted no one. Maybe England wouldn't scold him if no one knew he was late. He walked into the house which was currently housing the English colonies from the Americas. It was only then that he noticed that someone had seen him, his younger brother. He called to him "Mathew, how long have you been waiting?" Canada answered "A couple hours. Where the Hell were you?"
America didn't particularly want to tell his brother about the chance encounter with Mexico. There was something about it that felt like it was secret and special, and that was exciting. So, he responded simply "I got lost". Canada was rather unconvinced "You got lost for several hours? You would have to have the directional sense of a teaspoon to do that". America still refused to tell his brother, it was too important for some reason. So he added in a voice that he knew would keep his brother from asking any more questions "I was really lost".
The Angel's GameThe Angel’s GameThe Angel's Game by ShackleSoul
It was in the last place I would have looked, that I found what I had been searching for. Well, I suppose that’s true by default, because when you find something you typically stop looking for it…but regardless. It was approximately 20 000 feet above sea level, penultimate to the tip of a nameless mountain of the Andes where I found her.
An Angel. Slumbering, modestly sleeping away the millennia.
Let me explain a modicum. During my ascent I had been forced into the cover of a network of caves naturally snaking from and through the side of the mountain, by a wind-storm possessed of the fury of the tempests found on the lower circles of Hell. I, the humble traveller, stayed in there for hours which felt like weeks until some nameless undertaking infatuated me. I then made the resolve to probe further into the caves.
Though my progress was gradual at first and I had to worm my way through many of the crevices and cracks, my battery-powered flood lamp pro
Everyone wants to be happyEveryone wants to be happy, right?Everyone wants to be happy by BloodyMess-VaoT
I mean that's what we all strife for in life, isn't it?
Do you also want to be happy? Well, Nick definitely did.
Let me tell you about him.
Nick was a quite handsome and intelligent man. The big house he lived in was surrounded by a beautiful and well trimmed garden. Nick often held parties for his many friends and acquaintances. The relationship with his wife was very healthy and he had made a fortune so big that he never had to work again.
Although Nick had everything you could wish for, one day, he came towards me with a troubled face.
I was still in the garden, the sun was about to set and I was planning to go home soon.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
"What's your problem?" I replied.
Nick sighed. "You know me. I reached almost every goal in life and tried out everything I can imagine, but still somehow I never felt truly happy."
"You didn't plant a tree yet," I grinned.
"Hey, I'm serious here! What ever I do, I think I could have done better! What ev
ParanoiaIf you would ask me what my worst fear is,Paranoia by Pyschotic-Act
then I would answer you with the word....,
I'm not fearless or anything but being afraid of nothing is a serious thing.
Scary entities that simply does not exist is what I fear most.Ironic actually,fearing what is not there.
But it is true,with all of us.
You may have not known it but you have it deep within your mind.
Afraid of beings or events that we have formulated inside our abstract minds.
We can never overcome this fear,
as long as our mind functions.Our brains,will continue to formulate things for as long as we live.We may be able to dismiss these petty little things,but they will and always will be within us.
We stop looking for the monsters under the bed,
once we realize they were within us....
From the Start.
HopelessI don't know what to do anymore...Hopeless by BloodyMess-VaoT
I told everyone how proud I am that my son is gay
But he committed suicide...
I found the perfect boyfriend for my daughter
But she ran away...
I always cooked the finest meals for my husband
But he left me...
I impressed my friends with every of my achievements
But they don't talk with me anymore...
I read the whole Bible and go to church every Sunday
But God never talked to me either...
I should have shown more support!
I should have taken a better pick!
I should have spent more time cooking!
I should have told them more!
I should have been more devoted!
I should have tried harder!
But I failed everyone...
Go to Sleep A little more than a mile laid between the small town of Hale and the Key’s Light subdivision in the forests of northern Georgia. The homes there were elegant and new, with clean-cut green lawns, colorful flower gardens, smooth black streets, and quaint lampposts that shone to life every night. It was a small sliver of modern day living that stood contrasted to the thick Chattahoochee-Oconee National Forest and the olden-day feel of Hale, a town with less than a thousand people that hadn’t seemed to change in two or three decades. Its inhabitants had lived there for generations and would probably continue to do so.Go to Sleep by MidnightDaybreak
The only way to get from the little old town to the shining new suburb was by taking Lock Road, a narrow two-lane street. It had once dead-ended into a small cottage in the forest, but was lengthened when the new development was built, connecting the homes to the town. The road was full of sharp twists and turn
Vampire Gangs?SkilledBlackDog21: What are those? o..OVampire Gangs? by MidnightDaybreak
Gothpire13: gangs that dress up like vampires. kinda like a color gang, only insted of evry1 wearing a certain color, they dress up like vamps
SkilledBlackDog21: You actually have those in your area? O-o;;;;
Gothpire13: pretty messed up aint it?
SkilledBlackDog21: Wait a second, though. Your screen name suggests you’re somehow connected Mr. Gothpire.
Gothpire13: just a coincidence
Gothpire13: i’ve bin usin this name 4 yrs, way b4 the gangs came along
SkilledBlackDog21: I see…
SkilledBlackDog21: So what do these gangs do?
Gothpire13: i dunno
Gothpire13: gang stuff i guess
SkilledBlackDog21: Do you have werewolf gangs too? o-o
Gothpire13: now that would be interesting 2 c
Gothpire13: ppl walkin around dressed as werewolves
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Lavender the Fairy Princess - Chapter 2Lavender the Fairy Princess - Chapter 2 by Lumenovus
I wandered to where I couldn’t hear the music any longer, and had only the night breeze and crickets for company. Even on festival nights, this was my only enjoyment. Maybe I was ugly and undesirable, but nature was still beautiful. The crickets would never call me a freak, the breeze wouldn’t skip over me and find someone else’s cheeks to caress.
I looked at the moon hanging over the distant peaks of the palace, and wondered what mysteries lay beyond my father’s kingdom. There has to be more to life than this, I thought. What do people do out there, in other kingdoms and the wilderness? How do they find love? As I thought about the outside world, I suddenly thought of that poor stranger Bolton and Simon had brought.
There was something about him that had kept him in the back of my mind all night, I realized. His speech was so
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