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I've been thinking about the countless possibilities Of all the times we could be together for eternity Being around you has made me feel inside A burning flame of love that now begins to die The love has flown away like the dove up in the sky I thought I was good to you, tis truth, I cannot lie The time we sat together underneath the apple tree A sunny day, it was just the two of us, you and me I must have fooled myself, I felt like such a fake Realizing my personality was all give and no take You are the crutch of my romantic sanity But in the end, all I had was my own vanity And now that you're gone, I wait tirelessly each day Hoping to hear from you, my bed is where I lay Each night I dream of you and me in a special place Your captivating smile on your angel-like face So I write this message with one last and final plea I am a fleeting soul, please my love, come back to me I promise that I've changed for good you will surely see We can be as one, and let our hearts be free

𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟐, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 ༺♱༻ The brightened sequences. Waltz through a painted ballroom drenched in evening fire, A palace flourished in marble pillars of white hue; Mirroring a teal reflection of delighted desire; Gracious, like a couplet of swans shrouded in blue. View bougainvillaea draped over a Gothic Christian church, Stretched across the divine Romanesque land of flora Pouring over basins of a horizon as lights daubed birch, Reigns of mystic twilight wielding a peaceful aura. Transcendentalist perspectives ignite untouched grass, Of newfound Beauty within clasped forces of the earth; Distinctions of right and wrong left like nails as rustic brass Where thinkers cannot conceive of nature's birth. Sprouted as spotted fungi on logs, Beauty does thrive; Back in elegant corridors, its portraits remain alive. A demeaning conception. Impressionist masterpieces diminished by hateful spew, Condemned due to Plato's will to inquire; His shrieking, thorned branches emerged and

Down by the Sickle Tree By Melissa Lyle Story and characters © Melissa Lyle WARNING: This story is not recommended for people who scare easily. Rated TEEN/PG for scary, disturbing content and imagery. The tree, if you could call it that, was the cause of many occupants’ fears. And it was the sole reason why everyone who dared to buy the house couldn’t sleep at nights once they moved in. It was also the reason why every occupant always vacated the property shortly after becoming the owner. Most of the time, what prompted these occupants to leave was unknown. Some of them left town in the middle of the night or early morning with no explanation whatsoever. The few who stuck around to talk about their experiences never said what possessed them to leave. They never said if they saw anything out of the ordinary, like a ghost or some such thing. A specter residing on the property would be the normal reason for vacating any house. No, that wasn’t the reason. They would always just

Isn’t it odd? Isn’t it strange? How in an instant Everything can change? One day I’m not here, The next I am, And I’m reaching out, For your hand. I’m just a child. I’m alive and free. I’m everything, I want to be. You smile down at me, And I smile up, And I feel like, This is enough. And though we may walk, Across miles of land, I will never let go, Of your big hand. Isn’t it odd, though? Isn’t is strange? How, in an instant, Everything can change? I’m growing now, And I’ve let go. I’ve tossed out the picture books, You used to show. Now I’m lost, And I can’t see. I’ve wandered so far, You can’t find me. I’m on my own, But now I’m scared. I’m still young, I’m unprepared. I’m adjusting though, And we talk sometimes. You remind me, Of those old Nursery rhymes. Isn’t it odd? Isn’t it strange? How in an instant, Everything can change? I’ve come back now, But I’m losing you, And I pray, It isn’t true. Because now I understand, Now I see, Everything, You were to me. My teacher,

ORIGIN AND MEANING The term Sapien temples refers to any megastructure created by the Sapiens. An advanced and ancient alien species that went extinct over 300.000 years ago. Theories surrounding these buildings are varied. One proposes the Temples were for the existing galactic species, while others that it's a product of machines left unchecked, remnants of their old empire, or used in a project. The first recorded case of a Sapien temple was at the world Horizons after the ninth planet was discovered and explored by the ship of the same name due to a transmission sent from Antarctica. 400 of the 750 crew members of Horizons died attempting to explore the ancient metropolis, but their sacrifice led to discovering a host of intact Sapien artifacts and the chemical formula for eternite. THE STRUCTURE Though the term Sapien temple refers to any megastructure created by them, it typically applies to a specific type common throughout the galaxy called the Yggdrasil temple. Because of

Strawberry snow, winds let him know, All of the majestic joys life gives me, Pure as the love, a gift from above, I know we'll be together for all eternity. Your enchanted presence, Makes me want to hold you forever more, So tranquil like the cool breath, The sunset breeze of the Cerulean Shore. Come with me and we will walk hand in hand, Till the fall of the moon and the stars, Maybe then I will know as I gaze into your eyes, Stay with me forever until this new hope's arise. Strawberry snow, winds let him know, All of the majestic joys life gives me, Pure as the love, a gift from above, I know we'll be together for all eternity.

You remember the announcement well. With the sirens blaring in the background, you'd have thought you wouldn't be able to hear it at all. But you did. And Gods... it would haunt you till you took your final breath. "This is not a drill. Get to the nearest fallout shelter immediately. They have launched it. It will reach our home within the hour. I repeat, this is not a drill." "Gods save us all." More than of the other lines, the last would stick with you the most. At that time, it was hard for you to believe in Gods, let alone ask for them to save you. The Gods allowed this to happen. They allowed its launch. Why would they help you now? Such idle and angry thoughts were best left for times where they would be appropriate, however. So, you pushed them down, deep down, grabbed your sister's hand, and ran. Because your life depended on it. Part of you wondered it you and your family could even make it. The other pushed you onward to safety. And berated you for even considering the

This was a poorly made decision, Cian concluded. He had no choice but to follow through, especially with the others snickering behind him. Especially with Aine watching, her radiant blue eyes burning the back of his neck. Cian crept through the underbrush. His feet danced around twigs and leaves with the natural grace of the Sidhe. He could see the edges of the lake ahead of him. He slowed his movements even more, perhaps out of spite of the hissing impatience of the others. His mother liked to tell him he had always had a problem with “playing nice” with the other children, and that sentiment hadn’t changed as they approached adulthood. Cian froze as a dark form came into view. The wet plop of hooves followed. Cian tightened his hold on the rope looped around his shoulder. Early that morning, he had stumbled upon the group. Darragh had been the loudest, catching his attention. “It’s impossible! How many of our hunters have drowned trying to tame that thing?” Mumbled agreement