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Hold on, When the road is long, The world is against you, Hold on to what you got, Fight for what it’s worth. Look forward, See the light, It’s waiting ...

Within the chest, they erupt from their silken cribs, Weaving withered webs of want amongst these fragile ribs. In time, the quaint strings quiver, Calling them to kill. And creeping ...

Prologue The wind tore at his back, whipping through his brown locks. With a single hand, he brushed the thick bangs from his eyes. He stared out over the landscape, ...

I've basically, shortened it to make it less repetitive. tell me whether you think it's better like this or not I'm trying not to cry, but tears are already in ...

Serena was practicing her techniques, perfecting them...or trying to. So couldn’t concentrate, not without problems, as her thoughts kept wandering. I can’t concentrate. She finally gave up with d

Chapter One - Never meet them, never irritate them There are places, in which you should never find yourself. On the windowpane of a skyscraper. Preferably the highest story. There ...

He ran through the archway of tall leaning trees emerged in vibrant, green ivy the falling leaves flew into his face as he gained speed. His eyes watered, the tears ...

Philosophy of the Dark -Chapter 20, Authors Note: Fun Fact #1. This chapter was origionally titled A single long tone and upon writing the chapter, the name was changed and ...

You whine three tonight, beneath the sun, white, tied to it like a servile shadow. Your hands mimic it, your numbers outsmart it and make me wait, like a church ...

Philosophy of the Dark- Chapter 19, Author's note: Okay, this is a small section, but also very meaningful. (Do not read this if you haven't read the previous chapter!!!!!!) Chapter ...

Philosophy of the Dark Chapter 18- Authors note: Graphic content and language Chapter 18-Accidental confession Jamie jumped back a few steps as a conscious gleam entered Richard's eyes, her mom ...

I walked off down the hallway and down a small set of stairs. The first four had been carpeted in a plush beige but then never finished the job. Still, ...

Twenty four perfect flowers: blooms open, white, like pearls pressed into pristine petals, and they whisper the smell of sunshine into the lazy wisps of afternoon breeze. Beneath them, soil, ...

Nameless men come crawling out of the alleys through the dark architecture of a summer night. A writer with his dirty, empty briefcase, drags his feet across the concrete wallowing ...

I thought my life was useless, until you came. My life had once been a dying fire, but you kept the flame lit. My life had been wandering, lost in ...