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Ophelia's PandorumMorphine for the pain. Anesthetic to forget. For within me lies the blame. The convergence of the net. The one to lay the trap. Concoctions by one's mind. Has left none to adapt. The end of my kind. A deal has been done. Agreement drawn in blood. For some will never see the sun. Thanks to creatures called from the mud. Condemned to be damned. I laid the curse. Should I be shammed? Well lets roll out the hearse. Lay my corpse to rest. Let me enter Hell's gates. To carry out unrest. Is what Lucifer awaits. Ophelia's Pandorum
SPN: Mirrors Don't Lie Part 1It was what you would have called a long night. I sent occasional stares out of the window, with the almost-shining gun in between my fingers. Things were going so out of hand, especially after I’d known that my brother could be under the category of a dark side.  
“Dean?”  I looked up. Sam’s eyes were on my nearly polished gun, and then his gaze flickered to me.  
“You haven’t talked for a while. It’s not like you to daydream,” he said, a hint of concern in his brown eyes.  
He was right. I wasn’t really feeling myself today. I mean I hadn’t even responded to that hot chic SPN: Mirrors Don't Lie Part 1
SPN: Mirrors Don't Lie Part 2Little did anyone know about the death of Mrs. Taylor. Little did anyone know why she had died in front of her bedroom mirror, and literally looked like she’d been beaten to death.  
But no sane human could leave her in the condition she had been left in.  
“What, is this Bloody Mary all over again?!” I cursed, standing in front of the mirror.  
“Can’t be…this is a different town, and we’d gotten rid of her,” Sam answered beside me.  
He began checking the sides of the mirror, and the things on the dressing table in front of it. I looked around the room, noting that it was very simpl SPN: Mirrors Don't Lie Part 2
Fox's In the Cloud's chpt 1
Terms of Endearment      Renji had always considered himself  to be a lucky man. Lucky that when he died, he ended up in Soul Society. Lucky that he had met Rukia. Lucky that he had managed to work his way up to be the vice captain of one of the most prestigious squads in Soul Society. But right now, as he through the steamy jungles of his dream world, he felt anything but lucky. He cursed his mind’s need to make everything accurate from the heat to the mosquitoes that were buzzing around him like he was an all you can eat buffet. He was walking along a deer path towards some unknown destination for some unknown reas Terms of Endearment
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