Another Gray Muzzle mem

**01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?** Does marraige count? **02) What was your dream growing up?** To be a lawyer. **03) What talent do you wish you had?** I wish I could draw. **04) If I bought you a drink, what would it be? A...

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Life Here After - Chapter Two - Part One

I hadn't grown accustomed to the pain my body was going through but I had become familiar with the cold that seemed to slowly creep into my body. The air I was breathing was slowly stopping. Whatever had happened, it was over. I opened my eyes slowly...

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Salaceon Tales

One day i know you will be a great person who will help out the world.

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Martina Gambordella

Many years have passed since I met her- Melissa Gambordella, the young vixen in my 5th-grade class who sat in the seat next to me, the daughter of impoverished Italian immigrants. I can remember her- her Coke-bottle thick lenses in her glasses, and her...

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The Old Violin

There that old dusty relic sat- neglected, battered, and ancient. In its better days, that violin might have been used as by a philharmonic society or string quartet but in the home of Thomas and Margaet Chamberlin, the old collection of strings and...

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The Truth

So the age old questions are asking themselves again... Why am I fighting this war? What did I do to stop it? Have you really done anything at all? I have saved some but have seen so...

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Love and Pain chapter 14

Unlike you, i don't let personal feelings interfere with my decisions and judgment." she said with no emotion in her voice. kira will just kill you when he has no more use for you. you are nothing but a tool to him.

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Pages of the Heart

It's like a dream That's suddenly come to life Heart quickening And breath catching Setting me aflame Your voice is sweet With the words you speak Pouring honey over my skin And seeping through my soul You take me as I come And in the...

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Dark

The dark in your heart Calls out to my dark Matching halves of an unfinished fairytale The hush that stretches Between our fingertips The mingled breaths Between our lips The dark in you That cries out for me The pain that leaves you...

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Dead Man Walking

Receive me Turn me And take me Harsh Like the vodka burning in my veins My voice is strained Rough with screams And all that lay before me is a gothic scene Like a dark opera performed for the audience that is you You are my...

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Insomnia

Sometimes I lie awake at night Fending off the dreams The ones where I see you And you're always smiling I hate those dreams the most Even more than all my nightmares For every time I close my eyes I have to see your face And remember you...

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To Be Lost Again

I don't recall how I came to be wandering along this beaten and weary path. There are various weeds, Dandelions and Buttercups, scattered along the trail and branches, plants, and poison oak have overgrown the debris strewn pathway, claiming it...

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