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RainThe candle light flickers, curtains blowing softly, in the slight breeze coming through the open window. She sits, head placed gently in the palm of her hand staring out into the dark grey sky. The sound is calming, the soft patter of water falling on the roof tops. The rain is persistent, coming in thick sheets that cover the streets and side walks in a glistening layer of water. Her eyes never phase from the dark grey sky, lightning flashing every so often.Rain in Philosophical
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She looks out her window and remembers what her grandmother would tell her when ever there would be a thunder storm. She would speak, those once wise words, of angels bowling with the Gods. The rumbling of the ball heading for the pins, and the loud bang that would erupt whenever they would get a strike, or that lucky spare. The way that their eyes would light up, turning to face their fellow angels after that lucky shot, causing the sky to brighten as well.
A small tear runs its trail down her cheek, recalling the days when she w
Collab Game WIPShadows pooled at his feet as he casually tightened the simple rope bracelet on his left wrist. It had gotten into an annoying habit of loosening randomly whenever he didn't want it to. Collab Game WIP in Scraps
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The bracelet itself was a presentfrom a gypsy, of all people. He had helped her out of some problems six months back, and she had paid him as handsomely as she could, what with the bracelet, and a pound of silver. The bracelet had powers inside it, and this is the reason it was trying to escape his wrist. All the gypsy had told him was that he must be careful, show it to only whom you must, and use the powers for only good. There goes being an evil genius, he mumbled to himself after shed disappeared.
It didn't make sense to him why the bracelet was loosening now, he was in no immediate danger. The street he was standing on was practically empty, with the occasional car passing by. Street lights lining the road l