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If I am the fire Who is the rain? Is there someone out there Who can contain my rage? I if am the dark..

I am dying. I know it. She knows it. How easy it would be just to close my eyes and let my body grow still. Not havin..

I wake up in a completely white room, hearing the beeps of machines. This is not what I expected heaven to look lik..

After the apocalypse

My worst nightmare come to life A creature with no forgiveness in its eyes And I cannot help but to believe it..

“Bring in the prisoner.” They dragged him from the cell. Dressed in purple and gold, his head was high an..

“Vivienne! Get up. You must go!” my mother cries. “I’m not leaving you and Father, not ..

“Yes, Vivienne, it’s me.” he says. “But…you’re dead.” I whisper. &ldqu..

“I love you still,” his words echo in my brain and I can’t help but try to puzzle out their meani..

a twist on Arthurian legend :)