Meddlesome Fools

Only a few moments plant the seed of doubt. The beauty, the fun, the golden idol is cracking. Emotions will repair it, but it is never the same. The meddlesome fools who said those dire words will never be forgotten. They are not true, warped. But their bad deed is soon repaired.

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Paths

This is a story I liked, by an anonymous author.

I wandered without purpose, than I saw you and followed for the sake of being with you.

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Any Fairy Tale

"Some day my Prince will come."

Princess Helpless gets caught in an event she cannot solve. She gets someone else to rescue her, then a handsome prince rides by on his pure white horse.

They kiss, fall in love, and ride into the sunset.

The End.

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Shadows

A separate world from light, they cannot mix, as love and logic are also strangers. They live side by side, complementing each other. A shadow can not exist without light to block, just as love could not exist without logic to supplement it and make it work. Light is never without it's partner.

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Chocolate

The dark swirl melds around the nuts, capturing it in it's creamy folds. The simple swirl of white is added for a more pleasing color, and it takes a long time to penetrate it's dark new home. But it does, and they all live in the most perfect taste created. The taste of chocolate.

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Warm Fuzzy Feeling

A silly name for a beautiful emotion. It fills me often, when words are whispered in my ear. The warm breath of the speaker washes across my face, the intoxicating smell of their breath enhancing the words. Their soft kiss then finishes my already melted heart.

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The End . . . ?

The last movie, the laugh, the kiss; is it? I wonder if it will last after this. Will my czar be banished from his beloved kingdom? Without him, the kingdom will fall into ruin, as it was before he tore down the old walls before laying a new foundation and coaxing life back.

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Sailing

The wind in my hair and the smell of salt in the air. I lean back and relax. I am sore from the day but what does that matter? The laughter and smiles live in the air, and I get a break! That is, until we hit a reef.

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The Nazi Medic

The mixture of emotions inside of me. I must kill Jews and save Nazis. I run to a dying man's side, only to see he wears the Star of David. What is the difference? My orders: leave him and tend to my own. Torn, I kill the man out of mercy.

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An apology

I'm sorry for not keeping this up and not writing more. I hope to now write at least one a week, and build this up. Please keep coming, as there will be much more!

Thank you.

Fabric Art

The fabric slid through my fingers and landed on the floor, it's folds destroying the frayed edges. Each garmet was a journey, an art piece expressing a person's identity. What would I tell this time, so that some would know me by just a glance? My machine hummed and I worked on love.

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A Rant

I'm fucking pissed at this world. I'm in pain, my head is fuzzy, my heart wanting, my schoolwork waiting. What have I done to deserve this? Where is my comfort, my love? Not here. Soon, not now. I pull out my work, slowly do it, at the end I will have my love.

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