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Coloured GlassThe wooden pew was hard and cold in the drafty old building, and the only sound was the rain pelting the cobbled walkway. Inside, water gathered in pools about the bare feet of a young girl, her clothing soaked and eyes red from tears. She had come here to look at the stained glass, only today it held no colour; the gloom from outside hid what light there was, and the darkness in her heart saw only cold, grey hypocrisy. 'Saviour, indeed.' She thought bitterly, staring up at the window that had once brought her so much comfort and joy. 'You couldn't save her, you let her die!'Coloured Glass
She sat unmoving except for the jerky rise and fall of
by ~Freki-Tyr
A piece of AutumnThe last of the golden red leaves that so desperately clung to their trees in the rapidly disappearing days of autumn were no match for the fierce north winds that tugged at them. Easily plucking them from their former homes amongst the tree tops the winds drove these last leaves into a flurried dance of swirling colour in the fading daylight, only allowing them to come to rest upon the frosted grass once they were miles from were their journeys had begun. One little leaf had found its way into a quite hamlet where it was sheltered by the homes and barns of the residents who had all locked themselves away behind their oaken doors to hide beneA piece of Autumn
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UntiledI can feel the heat on my temple and it scares me. My heart begins to race as the salty tang of sweat fills my nostrils. My veins coarse with adrenaline, fear and excitement vying for control as you trace a burning trail down my cheek and across my jaw before resting faintly upon my lips. You linger there only for a moment before pulling away.Untiled
I can still taste you there and my heart lurches, longing for more, aching for your caress. It’s terrifying how much I need it … how much I need you. And some nights I wake feeling that same fire burning in my dreams only to find I’m alone in an empty room. You
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One of the GuysBeing one of the guys is great! Isn't it? Well yes and no. Ever since I can remember I've been "one of the guys", even when I was young I resfused to be a girly girl. I'd sit in that awful pink dress my mom loved so much and play with my Transformers figuriens. Then as I got older I began to hang out with the guys cause lets face it they are WAY more fun than girls. I never backed down from a dare (no matter how discusting), I wrestled and tackled with the best of them and I could out chug and spit any guy (still can actually) It was great! But like anything there are two sides to this coin, so before you too become one of the guys thinOne of the Guys
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- Current Residence: Valhalla
- Interests: Writing, Reading, Blacksmithing, Singing
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- Favourite cartoon character: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
- Personal Quote: Don't worry its just a phase, you'll be dead soon.
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil & Paper, Hammer & Fire
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Dr. Venture: Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, we get waylaid by jackassery?
---The Venture Bros.
My NEW Blog! Come on by! [link]
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My blog > [link]
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There are no ordinary moments.
"Where are you? Here. What time is it? Now. What are you? This moment". (From "Peaceful Warrior")
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When the past and present collide, the world returns to dust ...Find out what happens in my comic TRUE OR FALLEN
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Selavie /say-la-vee/, noun:
1. A smelly kind of cheese.
2. One who has no knowledge of French phonetics.
See also: ignorance, laziness.
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