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While I admit I was the sort of writer to sneak around the graveyard and the darker markets, I must say I didn't expect it to come to this. Most laughed at me for my name: Travling Shade. They jabbed at my purposed typo and made scars. Still, please allow me to explain myself. I was always one to watch from afar. Suiting now I suppose.  My friends sold so many bazar goods that made me wonder how they came across them- or even made them. Living flames which dance across candle wicks are a favorite of mine. Aster ,a dear friend, prefers the self writing pens that write what the owner tells them across paper at command. Ownership is decide

Window Seal Memories. It had been so long since I bothered with the thought of you. So long ago I vowed to think of you everyday. The truth that lurked beneath you kindness still haunts me as I review everything we traveled through. Your intents I had defended, I worried clothed by ignorance, and I watched silently as you gave me a show beautiful enough to fool even the wises of men.                                   Now I hate you. I hate the fact your breathing as you waste away in a cell. I hate the fact you deceived me and used I ignored it so long. I

Monster is a commonly hated label given to those who are different, those who scare the apparent normal society. Through a series of life changing events I had come to acquire this title, accept it, and carry it like the shoulder bag I travel with. It wasn't with ease or a happy heart that I first came into contact with this title ;in fact, it was quite the opposite.        The first person to call me monster had been my sister. She gave me this name because I could twist and charm the shadows by desire. I hadn't hurt her- I swear to you that. I used them to retrieve an item from the top of our refrigerator. At the age of five, it was a pla