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When I Don't Agree
Hana stepped into the room, her floor-length ballgown swishing across her feet.
Jirard gasped and swept her into a tight hug. “You look so beautiful!” he exclaimed, kissing her head.
“Thank you, love,” Hana replied, snuggling against him. “You always think I’m beautiful, though… even when I don’t agree with you.”
“Well, you always think I’m wonderful, even when I don’t agree,” Jirard replied, staring into her eyes and stroking her hair.
Hana smiled. “I suppose we’re even, then!”
Well, I Am A Robot
“If Ian’s actions truly bother you to that degree,” Kakusu said to Caddy, “you should inform him of how you are feeling and engage in a discourse to work out your conflict.”
Rubbing his head, Caddy chuckled and replied, “Dammit, Kakusu, why must you be so logical?”
“Well, I am a robot,” Kakusu said with a smile, “so logical reasoning is one of my strongest traits.
Caddy kissed Kakusu’s forehead, making her blush. “You’re right, sweetheart; I’ll go work it out with Moosey right now.”
Something Strange - A Scene
“There’s something strange about this,” Layton mused as the dirt crumbled off the medallion and dusted his fingertips.
“Is that symbol the same one as the Golden Garden gate?” Luke asked as he bent over to examine the medallion Layton had found.
“It bears a striking resemblance,” Layton replied as he stood, “but we’ll have to make a visit to Misthallery to know for sure.”
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When I Don't Agree
Hana stepped into the room, her floor-length ballgown swishing across her feet.
Jirard gasped and swept her into a tight hug. “You look so beautiful!” he exclaimed, kissing her head.
“Thank you, love,” Hana replied, snuggling against him. “You always think I’m beautiful, though… even when I don’t agree with you.”
“Well, you always think I’m wonderful, even when I don’t agree,” Jirard replied, staring into her eyes and stroking her hair.
Hana smiled. “I suppose we’re even, then!”
Well, I Am A Robot
“If Ian’s actions truly bother you to that degree,” Kakusu said to Caddy, “you should inform him of how you are feeling and engage in a discourse to work out your conflict.”
Rubbing his head, Caddy chuckled and replied, “Dammit, Kakusu, why must you be so logical?”
“Well, I am a robot,” Kakusu said with a smile, “so logical reasoning is one of my strongest traits.
Caddy kissed Kakusu’s forehead, making her blush. “You’re right, sweetheart; I’ll go work it out with Moosey right now.”
Something Strange - A Scene
“There’s something strange about this,” Layton mused as the dirt crumbled off the medallion and dusted his fingertips.
“Is that symbol the same one as the Golden Garden gate?” Luke asked as he bent over to examine the medallion Layton had found.
“It bears a striking resemblance,” Layton replied as he stood, “but we’ll have to make a visit to Misthallery to know for sure.”
Watching Clouds from Above While Flying In A Plane
First,
A field of white, a lavender sky
Ridges in the expanse, a detailed blur,
A cotton blanket, thick to conceal
The ground, forming a bubble
To soften the sun's glowing rays.
A twilight winter, gazing out the window
Then,
Mounds of white with scattered tufts around them
Some flat, others mashed sculptures
Seeming to lie on glass, casting shadows
To the ground, forming a bubble with
Transparent pockets in between.
A sunny snow day, gazing out the window
When they cede, get left behind,
There is no cushion from the imagined fall
Can Either I Live?
Blue pill or red
One wakes me up
One lets me dream
To live in dreams
Or in real life
Choose red or blue
Dreams can be controlled
Reality shakes
Can either I live?
Dreams, like glass, shatter
Reality's stone
Can either I live?
Dreams glow, grow, fore'er
Reality's dark
Can either I live?
Love's perfect in dreams
Elusive in life
Can either I live?
Set of Four Religious Haiku
The piano stills
Three daughters of God sing out
Strong, "Be still, my soul"
Blue and yellow light
Shine through the chapel's windows
And show that He lives
From pews, voices sing
Notes ring, rolling through the air
Piercing stone and hearts
Inside a chapel
Of stone and wood, soft silence
Save for distant song
A-Counting
Don't count your chickens before they're hatched,
Or, if they are about to hatch
Then count each egg, just one by one,
In case you lose an egg, just one.
On Judgment Day, the Lord did say
'Twill also be Accounting Day
Accounting for each single sin
The more forgiven, the more we win.
So count each egg, just one by one
Account for each, and then you've won.
A Birthday Poem
I remember that your birthday
Was just two days ago
I wracked my brain to find a way
To find a gift to show
How much you mean as a dear friend
So funny and so true
From the start to this current end
Of my friendship with you
I had read a short story
You wrote of Julz' Yume
It featured Rosa girly
Your OC that surprised me
I commented, and 'twasn't long
'Til you replied to me
Then Julz replied, and before long
We three talked amiably
Curiosity drove me
To read all Rosa's story
Halfway through chapter fifteen
I could begin to see
How Rosa and Kaiba could work out
As more than chimp and treat
For those opposites, love can sp
Peaceful, Dreaming
Night
is a peaceful place
on a large college campus
Nothing interrupts
The dark ceiling of sky above you
Save for the hints
Of snow gray mountains ahead
Your words cling to you like rope
Never reaching another's ears
For the few that pass you are in groups
Or plug their ears with music
The light from the building glass
Reaches you, tries to pull you to it
With long, tender fingers
But you walk past, not heeding, looking up
The faint chill arms of the dark
Wrap around your arms and shoulders
A shawl, a comforter, a whispered song
Giving you a smiling solitude
Night
is a dreaming place
on a large college campus
Old Life, New Life
Silent girl -
Sitting at the lunch table
Surrounded by friends
Laughing at jokes
Poking at each other's words
She joins their laughter
Her voice a weak echo
Uncertain girl -
Frantically scribbling
Her homework, until a friend
Walks up to her, asking
For the paper she's writing
She holds it out, shaking
Her friend copies the answers
Dreamer girl -
From night's dark blanket
A golden angel visits her
Bathes her in light, health,
So she can face the mirror
She smiles, throws away
The perfect paper doll shell
Brave girl -
Her friend mocks, points at
A fellow student, but not for long
She says, "A friend doesn't use you
Or
Spotlight
Pure Love
A prayer in a garden
"Thy will be done"
Bleeding, trembling,
From every pore
Being bound, spit on, mocked on all sides
Being whipped unjustly
Crowned with thick thorns
Forced to carry, unsteadily,
A beam to the hill
Being nailed, hand, wrist, and foot
To suffocate on a dark wood cross
"Thy will be done"
All this, He said, and did, for us
His brothers and sisters
Spotlight
TOU - Tale of the Bracelet
Within our universe, there is Yin and Yang – black and white, female and male, darkness and light. In everything there is and must be balance to prevent chaos. Ancient Egyptian legend tells of the seven Millenium Items, created with the powers of darkness to keep the world from falling to darkness, and of the brave Pharaoh that locked himself in the Millennium Puzzle to save the world from chaos. However, known to none of our day, there was an eighth Item created – one imbued with light to balance with the dark powers of the first seven. If dark forces were to attain the other seven items and unleash chaos on the world, this eighth
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Definitely! I'm already following your Clive/Amelia fic on fanfiction.net, so I was happy to find your work here, as well. 
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