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Take my Hand...5 months ago in People
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Serene Silence11 months ago in Books & Novels
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What is Writing?Writing.What is Writing?9 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
What is writing? To be perfectly honest here, I'm pretty sure there isn't, and never will be, a correct definition for this word. For some, writing is breathtaking and stupendous, for others it can be horrifying, blood curdling, well, at least to an extent. For me? I like to think of it as expression, as you, as me, as a manipulation… as everything.
'Why?' You probably ask inquisitively, with a fair amount of confusion on your face.
Well child, I'll tell you why.
Writing… it's my passion. No doubt about it. If I'm sorrowful, I write. If I'm furious, I write. And yes, you guessed it. If I'm as jubilant as a child licking
Catching Fire11 months ago in Books & Novels
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Nothing About Death is Romantic...Nothing about Death is romantic.Nothing About Death is Romantic...1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Romance is not the cries of agony heard from miles away, the blood that seeps into the floorboards, nor the ropes that hang from the ceiling. Romance is not the hand that goes limp on a bed with white sheets… not screams of help in the moonlight.
Romance is slow dancing with no music, kisses goodnight, promises of the night.
But Death… Death is harsh, cruel, angry, and alone. So alone. His boney fingers wrap around the necks of the innocent and hardly ever the guilty. His teeth are sharp, his eyes are dark, his soul black and coated with the ones he reaps.
We grieve, we pain, we hurt, we s
Taking Pictures11 months ago in Books & Novels
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Bad Little Boy1 month ago in Movies & TV
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Only You5 months ago in Movies & TV
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37. EyesWhen I first saw her, the first thing that caught my eyes… were her own eyes.37. Eyes10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were gorgeous. Stunning, really. Deep brown, and yes, they were sad, full of wet tears that were just waiting to spill over her cheeks. But they showed something I had never seen before.
They made me feel something I had never experienced before.
I saw a girl full of fire. Fire that, if you tried to mess with it, would burn you down. I saw art. Creative, colorful, and free. I saw care. A person who would help anyone she loves at any cost, even if it meant anything at her own expense. Beauty. On the inside and out, so much beauty I thought it was a dr
A Little Baby for Finnick11 months ago in Books & Novels
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Annie9 months ago in Books & Novels
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Six Weeks11 months ago in Books & Novels
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Finnick + Annie: Lullaby11 months ago in Books & Novels
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Flowers for a Ghost10 months ago in Books & Novels
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To my knees10 months ago in Books & Novels
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Random THG fanart11 months ago in Books & Novels
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Annie: Mad Girl10 months ago in Books & Novels
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