Thoughts of a Child"Come here," and she stretched her arms out to the little boy, who entered them willingly. Encasing him in warmth and love, she held him close.
"I'm going to tell you something very important, okay? Are you listening?" The boy, nodding gravely, looked into her warm brown eyes, waiting and listening with all the attention a five-year-old can have.
"Just because someone is older, does not mean they are smarter than you. Do you understand what that means?" Shyly, he shook his head yes.
"Can you tell me what it means then?"
Hesitantly, he opened his mouth. "It means that I don't need to do what someone tells me to?"
She gave him a little squ Thoughts of a Child by ~Contradictory55
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NepentheI'm laid to waste
That venous prick,
That bitter taste,
That savored kick.
Oh heaven sent,
No sins repent,
With Everclear
That's chased by beer.
The Ritalin crushed
And thus inhaled,
Sends me that rush
On bliss impaled.
Give one more pill
And yet another.
No, two more thrills
My lungs to smother.
Just stick my veins
With Dilaudid.
Marinated brain
Has just applauded.
And send me now
Down to die.
I, in peace now,
Reposed here lie.
Then from death's brush
The sacred hush...
...hush...
...hush...
Oh sweet love, you've found me now. I, the willing victim, of this not-so-grim reaping. Hold me tight in the arms of You, my Eternal Prince. Nepenthe by ~GiovediStorm-Shade
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Dangerous WatersYou only see broken, empty shells,
They cut your aching feet,
And give you a sense of solitude.
You walk into the waves,
They soothe your pain,
They relieve you of sins.
You want to run away,
But every time you try,
The call becomes louder.
And you are so tired,
So tired of running,
From the call of soothing waters.
So you swim,
Engulfed by the comfort,
But these are dangerous waters.
You're swimming too far out,
The tide will catch you,
Drag you under.
You will never resurface. Dangerous Waters by ~SuppressedOceans
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VII.I laid with Beatrice in my bed with our burned lunch still in the oven. Although the oven was off, I could still smell the smoke wafting in from the kitchen. I tried to shake the nude figure which laid next to me awake, but she was steadfast on sleeping.
"Beatrice, up, you need to return to work," I insisted once I heard her groan.
"Later, lover. I will go back later," she cooed, running her frozen fingers on my chest. I hissed from the sensation it caused.
"Kirkpatrick will be looking for you, and eventually me," I continued, pushing her hand off me.
Beatrice sat up immediately when I said that, and laughed, "Are you afraid of your boss, VII. by ~CelestialMemories
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A Mystery Continues, Part 2 of Death of an EraScene Two: Murderess Hospitalised
Everything hurt. That was the first thing that I knew for sure once I regained consciousness. Pain was the only sensation that I was sure that I was feeling. When I opened my eyes, I could make out no detail, barely even colours and shapes. Something was moving over me, but I couldn’t make out what, so I assumed the most likely. “He’o Doc’or” I slurred, my mouth not responding to my wishes very well.
“Good morning Teresa,” the doctor said, in a voice which was not unkind, but was guarded, “I am your nurse actually, not your doctor, he hasn’t come in yet th A Mystery Continues, Part 2 of Death of an Era by ~InterstellarShadow
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Intro, of The Dark DragonDark as night, quiet as night, black as night, and this dragon is not someone you want to get into an argument with. Otherwise, well, this dragon will take away your last breath. But this dragon doesn't kill that often anymore, because of something. Something, which changed its life forever. Something, this dragon lived with forever. Something, that changed its view of everything. This is the story, of a dragon, but it's also the story, of a little girl. This dragon's name is, Euphemia. Intro, of The Dark Dragon by ~spotnick97
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