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- I'm sorry, could you repeat that? at allpoetry
Lost in tranlation... / they say it's okay but really / it's burning their insides / to know you've used such a pathetic excuse / and given them back / their precious words / and asked them to change them / so y - Tale of the sun at allpoetry
Sunlight / falls, seeps into the darkest of places man has ever seen / and the dark creeps out / tells the light to just go / it tells it to go / but the sunlight won't / it can't / and won't / it's a symbol - Apocalypse at storywrite
- Angel at storywrite
- Bound to Trust- Chapter 3 at storywrite
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Sakura leapt into the air, propelling herself over a sword’s blade and landed lightly back on the ground behind her assailant - Prologue- Don't Look back at storywrite
A little girl trotted along next to her parents down a dim street. She flicked furtive glances at them as they walked, not used to the tense, fearful expressions that they wore - Chapter 1- Raven- From 0 to B*tch at storywrite
B*tch. A perfect word to use when describing me, if there ever was one. Other such words would include: cold, self-important, impatient, vengeful, and close-minded. Ask any guy - Hunter to Raven at storywrite
“Raaaaaaven, I’m boooooored” Neil whined to the girl sitting next to him. Her face was half in shadow from the flickering light of the bonfire before them, and previous to her - Monday's Story at storywrite
“You can’t just throw him out onto the streets! He is our son!”
“But he’s not NORMAL!” - New Charecter Designs at storywrite
Character designs for a possible future book; title may be ‘The Week’? Basically all I’ve got down is all these kids live together in a big mansion away from the world because - El Tango de Roxanne (El Tango de Raven) at storywrite
Disclaimer: lyrics on this page aren't mine. they belong to the writes of Moulin rouge, or whoever wrote 'El Tango de Roxanne'
“Raven, you don’t have to do this, you know.” - ElArtemis and the Angel at storywrite
Disclaimer: the lyrics on this page aren't mine. they're the lyrics of 'It is you (I have loved') by Dana Glover. It's on the Shrek soundtrack. Don't know who exactly wrote the - Bound to trust- Chapter 2 at storywrite
“Sakura! Hey, it’s time to wake up!”
A thin girl with large brown eyes and long black hair that was swept over one shoulder stood over the sleeping figure of the young heire - Bad luck for a good girl. at storywrite
Tabby stood in front of a run-down, all-too-familiar strip joint, clutching a well-read letter in her pale, clawed hands. She had just received the letter today, about her tran - Tabby, I'm Sorry #3 at storywrite
"It's so pretty out here, Irving." I said to the tall, purple-haired male beside me, looking up at the clear night sky splattered with glowing white orbs. I had never seen the - Breaking the Lock and Flying Away. at storywrite
Branwen peered cautiously over the edge of the embankment. Below her, the clear blue water which mirrored the colour of her eyes glittered resplendently. A few fish swam throug - Say Hello to Tilly at storywrite
The hospital corridor was cold, and dark. The air reeked of disinfectant and chemicals, and the lights were dimmed, creating an eerie atmosphere. It was late, very late, so the - Bound To Trust- Chapter 1 at storywrite
CHAPTER 1
Sakura crouched in the shadow of a building, breathing heavily, listening for the sounds of the guards from whom she had previously been running. After she was cer - Bound To Trust- Prologue. at storywrite
I was standing in my nightdress, barefoot in the cold corridor. A large oak door, slightly ajar, loomed before me. A crash sounded from inside, and, panicked, I pushed it open. - The Love Everlasting at storywrite
Sitting on the edge of a fountain in the middle of a grove lit only by the dying rays of the sun, a young girl waited. An hour earlier she had received a message from a boy nam - nowhere to hide at storywrite
thump, thump, thump.
A young girl, about 15, with blood red hair and sparkling emerald eyes sat, her body shaking with fear as the sound of a man walking down the corridor r - Anchor at storywrite
I stand, alone, in a forgotten grove of willow and ash, the soft rays of moonlight almost bringing warmth to my stone-cold skin. I raise my head to gaze upon her, beautiful and
