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Many people. Don’t quite understand what happiness is all about. Its one of those things that we keep in a jar. We protect it. Things will try to steal it away from us. For most of us. We must fear our jar of happiness being stolen. Because. When it is gone. Its hard to get it back. Its almost impossible. So we get another jar. And we fill it back up.
Ready?  Set?  Go.   
Take a chance.  Make a leap of faith.  
 
However, be warned: you’re jumping in uncharted territory. Keep in mind the risks you’re making throughout your journey.   
Ah…you don’t know where you’re going, do you? That’s the kicker. In this adventure, you DON’T know where you’re supposed to go. That’s how life works. There isn’t a map to show you where you’re going, there isn’t a tour guide showing you the highlights of your journey. The only person that makes this strenuous trek is you.  
 
Just because you ma
In the beginning, there was Man.   
Then, came Fire. At first, Man regarded Fire cautiously, shying away from her because he was not accustomed to the bright lights, the heat, and the crackling sounds she produced. Man's eyes burned as he stared at Fire's beauty and she blinded him. He tried to reach out to touch her and feel her warmth, but Fire licked and bit at his fingers until he could feel no more. Soon, all Man could hear was the sharp cracks, which frightened him and sent him dashing away to a cold, dark place to nurse his eyes and hands.   
Eventually, Man healed and he nearly forgot the pain Fire had caused him.
STORY:   
The leaves tear through the sky like the lashes of a nine-tailed whip as they descend upon the earth. They have been shed from mighty oaken warriors as if they were but the dead scales of a cold-blooded reptile. And they are laid to rest, leaving the ground to blaze crimson. The blood of innocents is spilled each year; and yet, life goes on.  The automobiles speed by on a residential street as if no one were watching, as if no one knew that 25 was the limit; rain or shine.  Carbon monoxide sputters from the exhaust pipe, but a quick puff of fresh air blows the menace far from us. We are safe.  The autum
So it began...   
 Usha Anona, Goddess and Mother of All, created from Her mind the Celestium. The Celestium is the realm of existence. Within it are Celestial Verses. We know these Verses as universes. Within them are the galaxies and the worlds we inhabit.      When Usha Goddess created the Celestium, She created with it six Angels. Three Cherubim and three Seraphim.  
 
 Romanus, Cherub of Dawn and Dusk and ruler of the Realm Dyan. Orden, Cherub of Light and ruler of the Realm Wynn. Chaos, Cherub of Darkness and ruler of the Realm Onyx.      From Romanus’ golden win
John and Juniper Bastille lived above “Giles’ Fish and Chip Bonanza” in the quaint village of Avon Murray. The night was always cold as glass. Every night they would shatter it together with their music. John’s accordion accompanied Juniper’s violin along the silent pathways of empty sky, the notes sneaking through the windows of nearby houses to warm themselves by the fires. It was a tough existence for the Bastilles but at least their music could find its place within the village.   
 John lost a toe in the merchant navy, since then vowing never to work again. His shrunken body could exist on very lit
It’s a connection like no other  Not human more spiritual and less cold  The feeling I can only describe as original  A surge through my body, a climax of adrenaline  
It’s a love hate thing they tell me  It can be kind and tell you its story  Or bare its teeth and pull you down  Down            Down                       Down sucking the air from your mastered physique  
Ripping all confidence and laughing in your face  But t
I remember one day,  
i was sitting in a restaurant  and i saw one of the most simply  Beautiful  things in the WORLD:  a young couple  (...perhaps in their early twenties)  they were holding hands,  facing one another and,  crying,  kissed.  the young man smiled,  ruefully,  kissed the girl    she moved her chair beside his  
and laid her head against his chest  he stroked her dark locks lovingly  I want to believe  
that they received good news  but,  they were smiling in sadness and relief  as though someone who was suffering
The Characters  . My Ego (Myself, Balance)   
I chose to use my own gender for this character. She was also the hardest of the three to create, and I had to seek assistance from others.   
Her name, Kagami, is a Japanese girl's name and means "mirror". This is a reference to when I would spend long hours wishing I could visit the world seen, yet untouchable, just beyond the looking glass. Kagami has a calm, contemplative nature. She almost seems to be locked away inside herself like her realm.   
She is a mere inch taller than I, standing at 5'7", though approximately twenty-two years of age. This is to show
When we wake up in the mourning there should be gifts to open and smiles of joy.  
When we wake up in the mourning there should be life in our hearts and innocents in our souls.   
Where will we go in this world? Its like a flip of a coin, you see the reflection of the sun flicker on its surface oscillating from bright to shadow, from dark to light, from warmth to cold. I feel the build up of this down fall while watching the suns warmth slip from my face. The night is upon me now and these city lights hide the stars light from this place. These city lights outshine my aspiration and bring me down to the edge of my own humanity
Needles Part 26: War End   
    “Why do you think people die? If somebody ever told you that a persons death is the beginning, or they’re going to a better place. That person is mistaken. The world is the world, In my eyes, the end. So go ahead and cry to your parents about nothing. People die all the time, and it’s over. That’s what the creator taught me.”  
 
I  I now had a follower, a Sexili. When I entered the city I was in more shock then Pian, people weren’t underground and this plague was here too. I grimaced, this was getting bad.     
 
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Needles part 27: The Most Powerful Weapon   
 
 In fiction, characters are always brought up to be; Imaginary. But have you ever though of existence? Only in books, the most powerful language of all, writings. 1 paper can declare war, 1 signature can sentence millions to death, and 1 book can influence millions.   
I  “Books.” I said simply, unbelieving. The clerk lady nodded, adjusting her glasses to not shine as much from the lantern above her.   
“That is how the last war started.” She said simply, nodding. I looked to my left to see Kitto about to crack up laughing from the
The gold one shimmered like the sun’s reflection on an ocean’s wave. The silver one, like a distant mirage on a desert road.   
“They’re pretty, but earrings are supposed to match.”   
Ungrateful bitch. “I don’t know, I thought you’d like them.”   
“They’re not bad. Thanks.”   
“Well if you don’t like them, I can take them back.”   
“No, don’t bother. I can give them to the Lucinda.”   
The cleaning lady? Are you kidding?   
I sigh… “Fine.”   
“Oh, don

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