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The Love of Versatile WaterAgua felt her head sink deeper within the depths of her pillow. Spread across the mass of her bed like a cluster of seaweed on sand, she found herself slipping in and out of her consciousness. She let the voices wash over her, and gave them as little notice as distant waves crashing in her head.The Love of Versatile Water
She can’t sleep forever…child What has happened, I don’t know
Do you think that maybe He…
Footprints make marks on sandy beaches and are immediately weathered away by the coming tide. The distractions were forced outside the vacuum of her mind. She felt her arms and legs grow heavy and
by *Namine-Fatale
CROSS+FIRE PrologueWhen they took me into laboratory, they told me that they would turn me into a relentless and powerful Soldier. They never did. I chose my own future.CROSS+FIRE Prologue
- Rino Erastaito, first Soldier and founder of El Distrito
Two figures sat near the doorway of a beverage parlor, located outside the proverbial East Berlin Headquarters.
The first figure was a woman of about twenty-three, dressed head to toe in traditional Cronie attire with a blue coat, cargos, and matching blue gloves. Her fair hair was cut just below her ears and her vivacious grey eyes matched with the speckled freckles of her face. Pinned on the breast o
by *Namine-Fatale
Girl With A Pearl EarringChapter One “You must be Vermeer,” she said.Girl With A Pearl Earring
I glanced at her, caught off guard by her sudden statement. The girl at the door had golden yellow hair and painted red lips. She wore a yellow morning jacket trimmed with white fur.
“May I help you?” I asked. “And please, call me Jan.” A glittering smile lit her face like sunbeams in mid-June.
She told me to call her Immanuel – after the Virgin Mary’s son and asked me if I was familiar with the Catholic bible. In response, I asked her of her whereabouts and she
by *Namine-Fatale
Jane Lane Part 1I'd give an angry rant to my dad for christening me with a two-syllable name that actually rhymes, but now he's married to a rich Black Southern lady with rich Black Southern kids in Georgia, so there's nothing I can do about it.Jane Lane Part 1
Wait, what's wrong with that picture? Well, the result is that my mom got left with me and a retarded eleven year old that throws temper tantrums when we run out of creamed peaches. Oh, whoops. I meant "mentally challenged," of course.
What's my problem? I don't have a problem. Well, at least that what I want you to think.
I come back to school after a three day weekend, and i
by *Namine-Fatale
The Fundamentals of Pride"In five, six, seven, eight..."The Fundamentals of Pride
With a surge of dread (and soreness) bottling inside her stomach, Lezly lifted off of her ankles, propping one elbow against the solid floor and her left one poised on her hip.
No sooner than she did, there were mutual cries of disagreement inside the gym.
"Suck it up!" roared the squat, red-faced trainer, as he waded across the sea of stilted bodies inside the gym. "Come on, forty-five seconds, people! It is not that hard!"
Lezly's arm trembled under the weight of her shoulders.
This sucks...ever since Chuck took over band, he's been working us l
by *Namine-Fatale
Of Good Times and Boba 1“Dude, I’m so screwed over this,” murmured Gabbus. Hastily brushing her hair behind her ear, she pushed off her red bicycle and pedaled down Main Street.Of Good Times and Boba 1
“Gabbus! Wait up!” Leutgeb chased after her, coiled dreadlocks bouncing up and down against her shoulders. Gabbus slowed down as her friend caught up to her.
She flashed a smile. “Almost missed ya there, Gabbus. What’re you doing over here for?”
Gabbus looked back at her, confused. “I’m going home from summer school, Leutgeb. I’ve got homework to do.”
Leutgeb suddenly snagged ont
by *Namine-Fatale
Vietnam, 1965The Blue-Eyed Soldier stared at me with hungry eyes. He drew a pale hand near my face, but I slapped it away. He looked surprised and his marble-eyes grew bigger.Vietnam, 1965
My daddy told me all Americans had eyes like full moons and skin the color of milk. He told me never to speak to them or they could learn our language and our secrets. They were monsters here to invade us and they would kill anyone, women and children included, that got too close. Here was one of them in front of me. I wondered how long it would be before the gun at his belt would be pointed at my face.
The American didn’t grab his gun, but rather sto
by *Namine-Fatale
invisible childrenwe walk alone we march oninvisible children
to the sound of
rifles, explosions caused by shells
like bird songs to wake us up in the morning
we answer the call to fight and rush in as
blood coats us like mud from childhood games
our breaths are stilled by wounds and smoke, while
the memories of our homes burning in fire
don't go away no matter how much we squint
we are soldiers we fight like men but we die like
invisible children
by *Namine-Fatale
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The concept and originality of this work is stunning. It has a great attention catcher, (one that doesn't have to make sense in th...
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Because you died, I shall live.
Because you had nothing, I have everything.
And because you gave me all these things,
I shall make music and art for you.
John 3:16 / 3 John 14
This...is true love.
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"Todo se trata de hacer que la gente te entienda através de tu arte"-Amy Lee
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Because you love me, I shall love you.
Because you died, I shall live.
Because you had nothing, I have everything.
And because you gave me all these things,
I shall make music and art for you.
John 3:16 / 3 John 14
This...is true love.
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*If I had to chose between you and breathing... I would use my last breath to tell you that I love you...*
~MorningxSunshine has my heart in the palm of her beautiful hand, ready to destroy on a moment's notice... and I'm loving it.
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