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Free Falling

When you look at me my heart races, stops, and does cart wheels as butterflies in my tummy beg to burst free. When you kiss me my heart skips beats as my head pounds. I guess you could say I'm free falling...

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Free Falling by luckylisa, literature

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.Sleep.

Sleep There was a time when sleeping came to me like breathing. When there was no hassle in my time of rest. The sandman would reach me instantly and my slumber would transcend dreamlessly until the morning hours of a new day. Then the time came for me to be taught of suffering and pain, of joy and happiness, of the wonders and terrors of the world. My slumber was tarnished with new thoughts being brought from my days of learning. I dreamt...my slumber no longer quiet and empty. After knowledge consumed me, the moment I lay to rest was filled with ideas that were both explosive and uncontrollable. Emotions of all kinds plagued me with tr

Endless Wanderings by His--Butterfly, literature

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Endless Wanderings

Seeking freedom from lonely dreams Endless wandering throughtout eternity. Softly she cries unto the stars Save me please from all this strife and pain. Moments of passion once embraced by another's true love she's left behind in disgrace. Hope slithers beneath her feet Sarcasm, disgust and utter disbelief. Still she Endlessly wanders seeking freedom from a long lost dream.

OC: Jools Anastasia Pleive by VigilantMeadow, literature

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OC: Jools Anastasia Pleive

Character: Jools 1. What is your full name? Do you have a nickname? Jools Anastasia Pleive. Everyone just calls me Jools. 2. How old are you? When is your birthday? I'm seventeen, but I don't know my birthday. 3. Where were you born? Where do you live now? Are you patriotic? I was born somewhere in London, England, which is where I still live. I laugh at you for asking if I'm patriotic though. Ha! 4. Who are/were your parents? (Names, occupations, personalities, etc.) My mom was Loki (yes, I know it's a guy name-it stands for Lokira) Pleive. Never knew her middle name. She died when I was eleven, but she was a really good mom. Really,

Ripples of Hope by His--Butterfly, literature

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Ripples of Hope

Softly a melody fills the air gently, so gently, angelic wings sway gracefully in luscious emerald fields Dark clouds are nowhere around contentment sets her heart on fire Faith burns brightly as doves take flight. Her essence fills with love's sweet kiss tender touches felt on silky skin laughter echoes through forest plains Her smile radiates the dawn of each new day ripples of hope illuminate celestial skies Cascading waterfalls flow with never ending beauty in God's garden of everlasting grace.

Night -Writing Prompt 8- by Faoiltiarna-Wolf, literature

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Night -Writing Prompt 8-

A soft breeze blows over the honeysuckle, carrying the scent into my room. Only the sounds of crickets stir, except for the occasional owl, or perhaps the barking of a dog, off in the distance. I breath in the scented air, enjoying the hint of chill, the promise of fall not far behind. Once outside, I look up, staring at the night sky. It seems as if a million stars are dancing above me. Slowly I can see the glow, the moon rising over the hill. Cresting the trees, it's soft glow illuminates everything in a peaceful light, allowing me to see things I normally couldn't. My favorite part of the day, it's counterp

Heartache -Writing Prompt 6- by Faoiltiarna-Wolf, literature

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Heartache -Writing Prompt 6-

You gave me soft words, gentle touches and tender kisses. Then turned around and caused me pain. I fell for you, my own fault. I was warned, you couldn't be true. I asked for honesty, you gave me lies. I asked for love, you gave me a facade. Everything I gave to you was true, and in return you gave me fallacies. You played me, I was your fool. The chase, the wooing, were naught but a game to you. And that game was worth more to you than the prize. I can only hope one day, maybe soon, you will feel what you gave to me. Heartache.

Music -Writing Prompt 7- by Faoiltiarna-Wolf, literature

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Music -Writing Prompt 7-

In each note, a sacred language, on that is universal, no matter what you speak. Flowing, sweeping, sometimes harsh and crashing. Each sound a caress or a slap. Every song tells a story, to those who will listen with more than merely their ears. You need to open up to it, let it wind about your soul and it will tell you all it's secrets. Let it move you, whether to joy or tears. Let it all out, feel it in your heart, in your very soul. When you can do that, you will see both Heaven and Hell, from a distance, and up close. Will you dare?

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