Dreaming KingDREAMING KINGDreaming King
Deep in darkness come the wavering Dream, And with his inky fingers hold me tight To his broad chest. Then shall my sprite take flight,
In fear of that which is not as it seems. He grasps my wrist an pulls me to his theme, A puppet bound to master. Strings drawn tight, He dances me into the lost twilight.
Despite all this his love for me is keen.
But with the rising sun, a Nightmare brews, As light fills 'er' corner of my chamber, And every shadow from my room is loose, Loves slavery nothing but remember.
By night my imagination
Making of a Dream chapter 2 —2— Zoë’s grip on her friends hand was bone breaking. Her head was shaking back and forth in protest, as if the motion would shake away the news. ‘No’ she kept repeating ‘that is impossible’.Making of a Dream chapter 2
Astrid was unmindful of the pain in he
The Making of a Dream: Ch 1 —1—The Making of a Dream: Ch 1
The second floor bathroom down the West Hall of Anne Farah Preparatory School for Young Women was filled with the sound of retching. In the handicapped stall a tan hand held back read and black hair as another rubbed soothing circle under
The Making of a Dream:Prologue Zoë let her head drop down onto her pillow with a groan. ‘Why...’ She hissed into the predawn darkness. It was always like this. He always came, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he brought her to fruition. And always, always, she woke just after; hot, flustered, and deeply annoyed. She longed for him to hold her to his chest after their night. For him to watch her and dote upon her in her exhausted state but he never could. Yet even now, in the semi light that fitted past the dark curtains, she felts his hands upon her skin, his warm lips on hers expressing their love—The Making of a Dream:Prologue
Star Trek
Optimism
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Dr. Venture: Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, we get waylaid by jackassery?
---The Venture Bros.
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Roe: Ignore her. She hates people.
Me: What? I do not hate people.
Anne: *arches eyebrows*
Me: *rubs back of neck*
Lori: Go on Draya we want to hear this!
Me: Er...Well, at least not if they have been dead 1000 years...
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Dr. Venture: Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, we get waylaid by jackassery?
---The Venture Bros.
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Roe: Ignore her. She hates people.
Me: What? I do not hate people.
Anne: *arches eyebrows*
Me: *rubs back of neck*
Lori: Go on Draya we want to hear this!
Me: Er...Well, at least not if they have been dead 1000 years...
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Dr. Venture: Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, we get waylaid by jackassery?
---The Venture Bros.
Check my Scraps, for more stuff!
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Roe: Ignore her. She hates people.
Me: What? I do not hate people.
Anne: *arches eyebrows*
Me: *rubs back of neck*
Lori: Go on Draya we want to hear this!
Me: Er...Well, at least not if they have been dead 1000 years...
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