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Chapter five: Your dreams, my fantasy   
 
“I have a problem.” Adrian admitted stiffly. He could just see his Brother’s smirk. “Do tell.” Mael said and he was smirking when he spoke. “I have a girl who knows what I am. Worse yet, she is marked and I cannot seem to remove it.” Adrian explained. There was a pause on the other end of the phone before Mael spoke again. “… You marked a girl, you?” He asked with a stifled laugh. “It’s not funny. The girl is suffering from it. I somehow bonded her to me and then… forgot.” Adrian admitted.  
 
“You are
'Despite what others may say, love is not something that only happens once in a lifetime.  Afterall, people fall in and out of love faster than you can say 'I do'. In fact, it's not  even rare for someone to find their soul-mates, because with billions of other people  
sharing the same planet, there's bound to be someone that is not only like you, but likes  you as well. What is rare is for a couple to not only fall in love, but stay in love.'   
Trunks shook his head and closed the book, heaving a heavy-hearted sigh. The words rang  
true, but they weren't his words, and it wasn't the author trying to prop
"Here you go, Skimmer." a voice said, echoing in the hollowed rock.   
The sound of heavy furs thudding upon the ground followed the announcement and Skimmer knew at once who had addressed him.   
"Thanks, Tam." he said, peeking at her from behind the space of a smooth outcrop.   
"No worries." she answered, strolling into the new den. "It looks good. Very spacious. It was clever of you to think to shape this rock patch into a den for yourself."   
He blushed, shyly. "T-...thanks."   
"Are you finished?"   
"Just about." he said, placing his hands upon the cool craggy walls, bending
The door slammed open, and Aiden froze, What is said to be the heart he should have -but didn't- broke in two peices seeing her. He once Fair skin, Pale and lifeless, Her once bright green eyes, now crimson. The only thing that hadn't changed was probably her hair.   
She slowly made her way over too him, "Looks like I have found you, Aiden."  "Yes, Now are you going to try kill me?"  "What else is there to do?" Her voice came out cold as stone.  Aiden faced her. "I suppose your right, However do to a certain path I must follow-" He paused a moment to stand up,  "So I shall not die until my destiny is fufilled!"
"ANDY! OH ANDY!" I groaned. It was a week after the fateful Halloween dance and a day after Caleb’s birthday party. That had been… interesting, to say the least.     "What, Alice, could you possibly want at this ungodly hour?" I growled, not too thrilled about being woken up.  
 
 "LET'S GO TO CEDAR POINT! LET'S GO TO CEDAR POINT!" she squealed, bouncing up and down on my back. I rolled over and shoved her off my bed.  
 
 "Get off me, you retard," I said, my voice all husky with sleep.  
 
 "Come on, Andy! Thorne's waiting in the car with all the emos! Let's GO!"  
&n
Dear Celina,   
    
It's been far too long since I've written and I hope you can understand why it's taken so long. After the ordeal at the factory, I was fired the next day and spent several days looking for a job, which took me weeks to secure. It isn't a very good job, and the pay is very low, but I can keep our daughter alive and that is my first priority.   
    
Speaking of Adrielle, she hasn't been quite the same without you. It's been almost a year and she still cries every night, and spends the day looking as though she is one of the living dead, like in those stories that you read.
Erro. Sí, erro mucho. Cada vez que erro, hierro. ¡Dios, cómo erro!, por cada errada hierro un poco de hierro. Herrumbre de ti; errores férricos. Por tu cuerpo voy errando, errante, funesta y equívoca. Por tu cuerpo muerto me deslizo avivando este hierro.  Erro por este Cosmos desde que erré en conocerte; o alguien o algo erró haciendo que nos conociésemos. No lo sé en verdad y creo que no erro en ignorarlo.  Sólo a ti no te ignoro. Sé que ahora errarás por un mundo de dioses, donde le estarás hablando de hierro al herrero que en ninguna herradura erra, Hefesto, las hac
"Tam, dear, I need you to help me with this." Skyla said as she carefully peeled back the skin of the buck she was carving.   
"Coming." the lass said as she finished pulling her hair up in a tight ponytail, mirroring the look her mother wore. "What do you want me to do?"   
"Well, I want to use this buck's hide to make some new leathers for your father. I need you to hold this piece right here while I separate this section over here."   
"Okay." she answered, following the instructions given to her. As they worked, Skyla began to hum, something the elf lass had been known to do whenever she was cleaning or carvi
   "Kimberly May Young! How in the world could you marry him?!" His shouting hadn't stopped for atleast and hour now. I and Alec had explained many times that we loved, and trusted each other enough to get married. Thank the heavens for my mom, who was always on my side, and always able to persuade my dad.     "Sid, would you calm down? We were the same way, only older," she reassured him. I was crying,and in my mother's arms. She was gently stroking my hair, and I was looking at my dad with the eyes I always look at him when I wanted something. This time I could tell it wasn't working.    &nb
    “Hey there angel,” he whispers softly, and even though he is all the way across the clearing his sweet, melodious voice travels easily across the distance.      She stands there gaping at him across the clearing in a mixture of pure surprise and delight. He peers out from the shadows of the tree he is leaning against at the edge of the clearing, smiling at her reaction. He takes a slow, measured step towards her. With every inch he moves closer to her, she feels her heart swell. One more step and he stops, and her breath catches in her throat. His beautiful face is illuminated by a sh
So it all started during the Movement. Stupid me didnt get out of the house in time and I wound up in jail. Thanks for being a mass murderer Mom. Guilty by association... Thats what I told the guard who came by to check up on me everyday. I pleaded for my freedom, but there was nothing either of us could do. He couldnt get me out, no matter how much I tried to bargain with him. The anti-psychic cells didnt help much either. I couldnt even use force to try and break my way out. Not that I would have anyway. Twelve year old me didn't believe in using violence. That would only prove that I belonged behind bars. During the movement, Im guessing a
Sidney part four  heartachecake   
 
 
The cold metal of the food tray was nipping at my hands as I walked past many unfamiliar faces in the cafeteria. I could clearly see the two I was following from among the crowd and they were only a few meters ahead of me. Somehow the brunette had overtaken the black haired boy when he slowed to a normal pace, and she had already reached the single line that led to the trashcans where the extra food was to be deposited if not finished.  She stopped as she reached the back of the line, and turned around to see if the boy had followed her there.  Thinking fast, I quickly
The bell chimed 2’oclock. We stood in the cone-chilling cold. Every part of me was warm enough, what with the shirt, sweater, thick jacket, scarf, hat, earmuffs, stockings, socks, pants, and thundering boots, but my heart was as cold as the weather if not chillier. Myself and nearly 20 other souls stood in the church graveyard. There, a beautiful, black and gold casket lay, waiting to be lowered into a 6 foot grave, forever. The old priest rambled about what a devout Christian, the dead was, her achievements, plans for the future. Each sentence stabbed my heart with terrible sadness. I wondered what she thought of this whole hullabaloo.
 
Tama and I walked down the streets of the bustling city. Both our families were off vacationing in Florida. Though we didn’t live at home, in fact we were taking a year off before entering college, but we knew we should tell our parents before going and running off around the world with a band.  
 
Our parents were all doctors, though they all worked in different fields of medicine, whether it is radiology, neurology, etc. I forget who works where because they all talk about the same things and it becomes confusing.   
Point was, we were leaving and by the time they returned to New York, we wouldn’t be abl
Frost melts on the window, but I am warm. The sun slips through the cracks in the blinds as I lay in that peaceful tranquility of dawn, wrapped ion the quiet thud of my heart. His bare chest is soft and warm. Home. I hold my face curried in the comfort that is his love. His arm is wrapped around my shoulders, his chin resting protectively on the arch of my head. His opposite hand holds mine to his chest where I can feel the beating of his heart, in time with mine.   
I remove my hand from his affectionate grasp and trail the muscles of his chest. My mouth creeps slowly to a grin as I tease the ripples in his abdomen, tracing them wi
Chapter One:  Join Us.   
 
“Practice was hard today, Loanzah.  But, you did real good.”      “Yeah.  Daddy says that sometimes he thinks I was born to fight.”      “I wish I was better at fighting.”      “Well, at least you’re good at other things.”      “Like what?”      “Like…like…oh!  Like walking on fences.” she said, pointing to the fence that he was walking along even then.      “That&
Chapter Two: Prelude to a Festival   
 
“Wow!  Your uncle is really strong, Loanzah!” Emilio whispered.   
“Yeah, but I bet he could’ve lifted her even higher because your mom is so little.” she whispered, back.   
”She’s not so little.”   
“Daddy says she is.”   
”But, she’s as big as your mom.”   
“Oh.  Well, maybe he meant that she’s smaller than a boy.”   
“Yup, I guess so.”   
The two kittens watched as Kichoro was set upon the ground.  
Chapter Three: All Good Things   
 
“Look how big his teeth are, Loanzah!”   
”If you think they’re big, just look at his feet!”   
”WOW!  No wonder he can carry your uncle anywhere he wants to go.”   
“Yup.  You’d have to be really strong to carry Uncle Achilles and Uncle Trajan.  They’re bigger than Daddy.”   
”And I thought your papa was big.”   
 
 
 
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The sun was starting its slow trek over the expanse of the horizon. 
Prelude:   
 
 
  ”Only four more days.” she thought.  “Just four.  I don’t even know him.  Definitely not enough to be his wife, anyway.”    She leaned against the post supporting the roofing of the porch.  She sighed, heavily, wrapping her arms about her middle, as she looked up at the stars that adorned the night sky.    “Beautiful.” she whispered.    The night was uncommonly cool in the hills of Dallas.  The Texans were glad for the momentary relief from the heat, as they had suffe
Chapter 1.   
  It wasn’t what she imagined, what she had dreamed of as a child.  She had always fancied her wedding to be a magical, beautiful thing.  She was supposed to wear a flawless white dress with a long train and flower petals all around.  She imagined the whole town to be gathered, watching her as she reveled in her moment, walking down the aisle, to the arms of the man she loved.  But, dreams rarely did come true.  Instead, she found herself trudging through the tawny sand dusted field behind the Westland’s three-story home, looking up at a gray, heavy

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