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The Calm before the storm? Oh yes! hehe. Anyway IM BACK!!!! Finished exams now and Here is the long awaited next chapter of Ice Cubes wheeey! Rated PG-13 for slightly ...

Blame my history GCSE. Very rough first draught. Huddled group of women and children, Squatting in the dirt. Ordered line of armed men, In dark green camouflage. Woman, her arms ...

Red ropes rising, A light in the sky. Indigo river cruising, No one knows why. Blue river flowing, Orange fire glowing, Which way is it going? Only the RAINBOW knows.

*this is my any comments would be appreciated! Gracias!* My Lifes Blood rushes past as the knife of this world cuts deeper, and deeper, into my soul. My heavy soul ...

The Nave Has Twilight Note: Imp remains no familiar to poetry... but the villanelle was a challenge, for Whence. Rather like to hear responses to it...? -- The nave has ...

The death of a child is long forgotten, When their death is planned years ahead. Taken form the world, As prisoners of pain and suffering. Who can say they disserve ...

((Finally! Part 3 of Chapter 5 - Return to the Leaves)) “We’ll have to be careful, though. Shukaku is powerful, as expected, but part of his power flows through the ...

Chapter 1 Mirror, Mirror I stared into the jet black glassiness of the mirror. My heartbeat increased. My breathing deepened. I placed my hands on the glass. My black nail ...

This is the old version. The new version is much more accurate and understandable. It is titled "Ayumi." ((This is Part 2 of Chapter 5 - Return to the Leaves)) ...

“ Here we are. Kings cross-station. It’s only 10:45 so there was no need for you to worry Hermione.” “ How did you know Tonks?” “ You were rather loud ...

What is style? What gives us the right to judge other people’s style? What makes your style wrong from mine/his/her or anyone’s? The answer to the first question is easy. ...

Goodness, it has been forever since I posted a poem. I apologize in advance; it has been a long time. Too High to Land Green shadows fly high above the ...

“Hey babe, we’re finally sophomores!” he said, he had been with me the whole summer but just hearing his voice completed my day. He pressed his lips against my cheek ...

She stood there, staring at them. They were on their knees, bowing to her, as they should be. Then the rain came down. A silk umbrella was put above her ...

- Synaesthesia is a condition in which one type of sensory stimulation evokes the sensation of another, in some cases triggering the perception of vivid colour. Creation is obsolete in ...