The Chronicles of Tidaka’s realms prolog part 2.

Ever since the collapse of the world and the loss of much life and knowledge of the old world due to unknown forces her family and countless others had been killed.

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Black and White

We all deal with loss and heartache differently, there is no time limit on sorrow or grief. some wounds are eternal, no amount of support and time will heal them, as much as we might wish they would.

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Cry For Me

# **Cry for me** Someone I know died today We were close We were family All I feel is sadness All I feel is anger The memories are there My mind clouded In a fog of emotions I need someone something to sort it all out Would you sit and hold...

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Haunted

Final Entry I hope you enjoy Haunted by what could've been. If only i'd known she was the one. Signs present itself only to be ignored By selfish arrogants. Fear clouded my view, I chose blindly, Only to lose the one i needed. 'If only'...

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Not Grapes (Otherwise Untitled)

~ The fox stood alone in his kitchen, consoled by the dull rattle of the refrigerator straining to moan back to life. The partially complete sandwich on the counter seemed to mock him, as he again took inventory of the contents. ~ "Tomato.. grilled...

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Between 2 Macros and a Hard Place pt 2 The Welcoming.

Between 2 Macros and a Hard Place Part 2: The Welcoming Story By SmokeydaBolfionSergenko Sirius© Siriusdog Arc © white\_wolfster Things after that night were going extremely well for me. I was doing well and working hard in the mountains,...

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I Was Holding Her Hand

I was holding her hand - when we first fell in love. Those sunny days when we'd laugh and play. I was holding her hand - that day at the altar. So smooth and alive, with beautiful eyes. I'm surprised I did not falter. I was holding her hand - when she...

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One Last Goodbye

We were all standing outside his room, in the blazingly pristine white halls that smelled of cleaning agents. I always hated hospitals. The unsettling reek of chemicals that cannot be escaped behind their cold walls. They always caused me headaches....

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Farewell, My Son.

Farewell, My Son. By Murphy Slaugh Farewell, Cody, my dear son. While we were together we had lots of fun. But now your heart has lead you astray, And you are so far away. You've left your friends and family. No more of your shining face...

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truth about Michael's fellings

loss of friends, loss of hope, no truth. a face, a nose, fire breath. rebels hope, an empires might, all my game.

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Winter

Dismayed and with the cold leaching through my fur and clothes i turned back, the haunting winds mocking my loss. returning home i stoked the weak embers of the silent stone hearth.

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A rare meeting and a deal

Ch.2 A RARE MEETING AND A DEAL By the time that I'd reached the place where Latias had pointed to, my whole body felt numb and my fingers bled. Though that was a small price to pay for my life, as if I let go from this height that I'd no-doubt be a...

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