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Her IntroductionA girl with light blue eyes,
And hair of dark brown,
Who always looks to the skies,
And refuses to stay down.
With skin of cream,
She continues to dream,
Beyond all obstacles,
Above all fears,
Towards her tomorrow.
A girl with a hard past,
But one who knows
It won't last.
With a will as strong as steel,
But also a heart able to feel
For all that walk
The path of life.
She knows what matters.
She knows what's real.
A girl with a passion
For the written word,
And the natural world,
She walks softly
On her way, to the day
She can make a difference
With her words
A girl that does not know
What the future will hold,
But who is willing to show
Just how bold
She can be.
In the face of adversity,
She will continue to try,
And sometimes break down
Towards her Happiness.
This is her introduction.
This is her path,
This is who she is
She will continue to be.
White HallSitting on the floor. Waiting. Hands clenched. Eyes wide. Darting back and forth. Shivering.
Where is it? Where is it? Breathing in gasps. What does it want? Where is it?
What was that? Sound of footsteps. Close. Fleeing. Fleeing. Breathing deeply. Ragged gasps. Heartbeat in ears. Breaking chest.
Run. Run. Down the long halls. White. Lined with unnumbered white doors. Turn. Another hall. White. Long. Running down it. Turn. White hall. Run. Turn. Endless white halls. Run and run. Turn and turn.
Trip. Fall. Pain. Bruising. Arm red. Only moments to examine.
Look up. Tears in eyes.
Scramble away. Grabs arm. Clawing. Biting. Scratching. Get away. Yelling and roaring behind. Turn. Run. White halls.
Tears. Why? Why no exit? Why after me? Why?
Run. Open door. Slam. Lock. Drop to floor. Shaking. Stomach in knots. Pain. Rock back and forth. Tears fall. Ears listening.
Footsteps. Hushed voices. Gulp.
They're coming. They're coming. Fear. Body freezes. Choking tea
ToxinPain latched its sharpened claws around my being. It slithered through my veins, stabbing like red hot knives at every piece of flesh it came in contact with as it circulated its way into every crevasse of my body.
Breaths came in shallow, anguished gasps as my legs shook beneath me. Finally giving into the pain that was in every fibre, they gave way, and my body collapses, hitting the cold marble floor with a chillingly light thud.
My eyes water and my sight begins to narrow. I clench my hands, both in pain from my body, but also from the pain of knowing it would end all to quickly.
No! My voice screams, but it is caught in my throat. Please! I beg you!
My narrowed gaze focuses on the lone person who stands before me. He crouches down, head propped up on his hands as he looks at me.
"Wow~" his light voice fills my ears, "Looks like you're in a lot of pain," The smile on the young mans face turns demonic as he chuckles, "I'll have to remember this one the next time someon
OutnumberedMrix bolted down the street before skidding to take a sharp turn down an alleyway, the fingers of her right hand dragging on the cobblestones slightly to keep her balance. She ran down the alleyway a bit, careful not to run into anything in the darkness as she heard the loud voices and footsteps of her pursuers.
Damn, the brunette thought bitterly as she jumped over some crates that were in her way. Why - why - did that barkeep have to recognize me? Ugh.
Mrix liked being recognized when people wanted to thank her for helping them in the past, like what that barkeep was doing. She did not, however, like it when she was trying to listen in on the conversations of a specific group of people in the bar - Mercenaries, nonetheless - and some former customer of hers greets her and has to tell everyone in the goddamn bar about her being a spy.
Even if Mercenaries were usually more muscle mass and less brain mass, they still figured out why she was there quick
SunsetThe blue-green waters off the coast of Malda were calm and serene in the orange and red light of the setting sun. As Eban looked at the sun slowly sinking into the Zelin Sea on the horizon, he smiled sadly. He always thought the setting sun was beautiful, and he loved to watch it, but it always made the redhead uneasy and fearful.
Eban sighed as his small boat rocked gently in the water, moving in time to the heartbeat of the sea. Sunsets brought darkness. Darkness that Mrix always disappeared into, leaving him alone to worry. He never mentioned it, but Eban was afraid that one day, the shadows would engulf and destroy the female.
"Huh?" the male blinked as he was brought back from his thoughts by a tug on his fishing line. He tightened his grip on the pole and pulled on it. A large violet fish flew into the air and landed into the boat beside him, flopping helplessly. Eban took the hook from the fish's mouth before putting more bait on it, recasting the line and tossing the fish into
Rashly made choices.
The crying of tears
As ugly heads rear,
Showing all of our fears.
The ground gives way,
Despair builds walls
Despite the frantic calls
Of those who don't want this to fall.
Simple times of laughter,
That will last forever after,
Are what make turmoil worthwhile,
Because we can still smile.
Feelings of love,
As the sun warms us from above,
Joyful talks as we walk,
And we ignore the clock,
Because we never want this time to end.
What is this thing
So filled with love and dreams,
It's bursting at the seams?
What is this thing,
So filled with anguish and hurt,
That our tears make streams?
What is this thing
So filled with emotions
Of all extremes?
What is this thing?
It's what we call
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