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Flashbulb Fancy You glowed like a witchlight in the spotlight.Flashbulb Fancy by ~SalientSoliloquy
The offer, the gesture,
And were gone.
The afterglow burned in my vision
As if I had stared into the sun,
But you were nothing like that.
I could see right through you,
Your flesh and veins bright as a lamp,
As a beacon,
And for all your smoky eye savoir faire
Tantalization, you blinked like a mist
And were gone.
I didn't flinch, didn't bat an eye,
Though the surprise must have shown
On my face, because every eye
Turned my way, and I was glowing,
Glowing like a candle, like a flashbulb,
Like the sun.
The gesture of deceit and the motion of memory
Couldn't anchor the lig
Short Story Assignment Every ambitious young conscript to the cavalry knew that the quality of a soldier's steed would mean his life or death, fame or disdain, so it was with great excitement that Farro ran from the Captain's office to the stable yards, the assignment for his first mount clutched in his hand. The stable master was a quiet man who seemed not to notice him when he first arrived, but after a long pause during which the man's gaze seemed to see into some part of him most never bothered to look, he was finally led to a distant, dim corner of the expansive barn. His heart pounded as he passed the stables adorned with brass plaques nShort Story Assignment by ~SalientSoliloquy
Of Pearls and Cedars We were friends and we were lovers.Of Pearls and Cedars by ~SalientSoliloquy
We gave ourselves to snow and to cedar.
Remember the pebbled beaches and the salt-washed pines.
What we knew, that we were children,
That our skin was scratched and callused,
That our laughter knew and answered
One another's claims to joy,
To the swaying of the forest in the wind,
To the spray of the ocean in our eyes.
We were lost and we were broken.
We gave ourselves to poverty and shame.
Remember vengeful papers and their hate-filled eyes.
What we had, we lost for freedom.
What we lost, we did not understand.
Our battles were the bitter waves
Of tides that broke upon the beaches
Sta
Bride of the Faerie King - Part 1 He came from a cleft in the mountains, wreathed in shadow and mystery that billowed down the wall of the gorge as a black cloud. It moved like a serpent, dark as the pitch, leaping and boiling past snowdrifts, bursting them in white sprays that swirled in the stony crags. At first Eryn couldn't tell what it was, whether some odd sediment caught in a draft or a demon tumbling from the cliffs. It slowed reverently as it passed through the cypresses that stood at the base of the peaks, moving through their broad trunks as though caressing a friend. The darkness seemed to ebb then, shifting shadows pullBride of the Faerie King - Part 1 by ~SalientSoliloquy
Gay "That was gay,"Gay by ~marebear392
You say.
I correct you automatically.
"No. It was stupid."
You stare at me, dumbfounded,
Like I've said the sky is green.
"What?" I ask innocently.
You continute to glare silently,
Then you carry on speaking
As if I haven't said a thing.
How dare I interrupt you.
How 'gay' of me.
I'm sorry.
I'm simply trying
To keep you from sounding like a homophobic ass.
Oops, my bad.
I'm afraid I'm too late.
But worry not, my friend.
There's still time to redeem yourself.
Repeat after me:
That was abominable,
Offensive,
Putrid,
Unjust,
That was just plain wrong.
That was disgusting,
Vile,
Satanic,
Evil,
self destruction "i don't need you anymore."self destruction by *ohsostarryeyed
"why, because you're happy? you're not fucking happy. you wouldn't know happiness if it sat next to you on a train."
"i -"
"what, am i hurting you? you don't know what hurt really is. you think cutting and starving and purging is pain? let me show you what pain really is, then we'll talk."
"please, no -"
"you're afraid it'll hurt too much? you have no idea. try living. see what that's really like. life is pain. living is pain. breathing is pain. sitting there in agony and doing nothing -- that's what hurt really is."
"wait -"
"not some petty heartache, not your day-old hunger, not your sore thr
Escape by *Xamag-chan
Sta.sh
Obsessed 
