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Hungarian Nocturne - Chapter 1WARNING: Contains contents which some may find offensive; if you do not believe love between two individuals of the same gender is acceptable then please turn away now. : )Hungarian Nocturne - Chapter 14 years ago in Historical More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own these historical figures.
NOTE: This story will be written in Script format with narration done by one of the characters. And PLEASE do not expect absolute historical accuracies in my story; I like to make things up here and there. Thank you, and happy reading.
(Rutkowski is entirely made up for the convenience of the story because I could not find out who it was that introduced Chopin to Liszt. If anyone knows, please leave a comment and let me
Hades and PersephoneThe king of the underworldHades and Persephone2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The daughter of life
His eyes dark cold and icy
Hers light and airy
Light flickers through
Enhancing her innocence
Darkness surrounds him
Shielding his heart
What happens when these two cross?
The king of death and the daughter of life
Does she wither and wait
to accept her fate
or does she warm his shielded heart?
What happens when these two fall in love?
Can happiness reside where light cannot?
or will it slowly flicker away until it is no more
and give into the darkness around her?
They say even the smallest bit of light
Will shine in the darkness
Until it finally gives in
and flickers away
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The Travellers-ChopinXLisztThe Travellers (or: A Sad Sort of Melancholy Melody) –A short story.The Travellers-ChopinXLiszt4 years ago in Historical More Like This
By V.K. Violette
WARNING: I don’t own historical characters, and although I want to be, I am not George Sand. Everything in this story never happened. Also, this fic will contain love between individuals of the same gender. Just deal with it and move on.
A Sad Sort of Melancholy Melody
By: George Sand
--prologue--
Where should I start but here? I sit here alone, at Frederyk’s old piano which faces the window. I will not touch the keys and butcher their musicality with my non-ability to harmonize, or play music in general. Right now, there are tears runn
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