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Avenging Fallen Brothers: Prologue
            “I do not want to be a Lady, I want to fight!” I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. The fabric of the unnecessarily lacy dress scratched at my skin but I was too irritated to care.            “Is that so? Don’t let mother hear you say that.” Rosalind smiled, looking down at me with wisdom only a girl of thirteen could possess. “Personally, I would prefer to be a princess rather than a knight.”              I peered over my shoulder at the party we’d gone out onto the balcony to escape. Hazily, through scarlet and cobalt stained glass, I saw Mother, with her ethereal face and
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The Little Mermaid
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Pray For Paris
As children we understood the world. Everything was simple. The sky was blue and grass was green, Two plus two equaled four. People were good or people were bad. When questions got too hard we heard, "You'll understand when you are older." I am older now and understand less than I ever did. Why do good men die and bad men go free? What makes a man good? What makes him an atrocity? When did bravery become a competition? When did we decide that when you show sympathy to a disaster you are cruel? Because you did not mention another? When did death and murder and cruelty become our normalcy? Why does a child know the word "terrorist"? I do not
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Tethered to Her
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The Metal Room
         You never forget the scent of human flesh burning. You especially don’t forget when it’s your mother’s body sweltering. I could live for centuries and still never erase it from my memory. It’s all I smell when I breathe, all I see when I shut my eyes is her long crimson hair blending with the colors of the flames, all I hear is the crackling of her skin as it turned to embers, all I taste is the salt of the tears I wouldn’t let myself shed. You never forget the scent of human flesh burning. It scorches you as much as the person burning.          We were well off, had money saved. In the beginning we we
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Suicide Trend
I keep nooses in the closet and pills in the drawers. Guns under tables and poison in the floors. I'm not looking to die, But I'm ready, If I decide to try. Nothing's too bad, But nothing's too great. I just don't want to have thought And be too late. See I don't want to die By a bus or a car or a disease. I want to go by my own hands And die with ease. So I'm not sad Or insane. I just want to go practically And leave no one to blame. Don't you agree My way is the best? I never wanted to be normal And die like the rest. It's easy and simple To be prepared. Everyone could do it If they dared. Give it a go Try it my friend. Be a part Of
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A Portrait
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Murder
Murder Murder She wrote Murder She wrote On her skin Murder She wrote On her skin With the blood of the knife Murder She wrote On her skin With the blood of the knife From the back Murder She wrote On her skin With the blood of the knife From the back Of the man that she loved Murder She wrote On her skin With the blood of the knife From the back Of the man that she loved And lost. Murder She wrote On her skin With the blood of the knife From the back Of the man she loved and lost. A symbol Murder She wrote On her skin With the blood of the knife From the back Of the man that she loved And lost. A symbol Of betrayal and of s
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Avenging Fallen Brothers: Prologue
            “I do not want to be a Lady, I want to fight!” I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. The fabric of the unnecessarily lacy dress scratched at my skin but I was too irritated to care.            “Is that so? Don’t let mother hear you say that.” Rosalind smiled, looking down at me with wisdom only a girl of thirteen could possess. “Personally, I would prefer to be a princess rather than a knight.”              I peered over my shoulder at the party we’d gone out onto the balcony to escape. Hazily, through scarlet and cobalt stained glass, I saw Mother, with her ethereal face and
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The Little Mermaid
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Pray For Paris
As children we understood the world. Everything was simple. The sky was blue and grass was green, Two plus two equaled four. People were good or people were bad. When questions got too hard we heard, "You'll understand when you are older." I am older now and understand less than I ever did. Why do good men die and bad men go free? What makes a man good? What makes him an atrocity? When did bravery become a competition? When did we decide that when you show sympathy to a disaster you are cruel? Because you did not mention another? When did death and murder and cruelty become our normalcy? Why does a child know the word "terrorist"? I do not
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Tethered to Her
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The Metal Room
         You never forget the scent of human flesh burning. You especially don’t forget when it’s your mother’s body sweltering. I could live for centuries and still never erase it from my memory. It’s all I smell when I breathe, all I see when I shut my eyes is her long crimson hair blending with the colors of the flames, all I hear is the crackling of her skin as it turned to embers, all I taste is the salt of the tears I wouldn’t let myself shed. You never forget the scent of human flesh burning. It scorches you as much as the person burning.          We were well off, had money saved. In the beginning we we
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Suicide Trend
I keep nooses in the closet and pills in the drawers. Guns under tables and poison in the floors. I'm not looking to die, But I'm ready, If I decide to try. Nothing's too bad, But nothing's too great. I just don't want to have thought And be too late. See I don't want to die By a bus or a car or a disease. I want to go by my own hands And die with ease. So I'm not sad Or insane. I just want to go practically And leave no one to blame. Don't you agree My way is the best? I never wanted to be normal And die like the rest. It's easy and simple To be prepared. Everyone could do it If they dared. Give it a go Try it my friend. Be a part Of
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A Portrait
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Murder
Murder Murder She wrote Murder She wrote On her skin Murder She wrote On her skin With the blood of the knife Murder She wrote On her skin With the blood of the knife From the back Murder She wrote On her skin With the blood of the knife From the back Of the man that she loved Murder She wrote On her skin With the blood of the knife From the back Of the man that she loved And lost. Murder She wrote On her skin With the blood of the knife From the back Of the man she loved and lost. A symbol Murder She wrote On her skin With the blood of the knife From the back Of the man that she loved And lost. A symbol Of betrayal and of s
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Happy belated Birthday, Samantha, gal! :party: :blush:
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
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Thanks for the fave chikky
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bralksyHobbyist Artist
Do you know a website called Drooodle?
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I do not :) What is it?