Rubytearsarefalling

Throughout life I have come across situations that have required my full attention (though I have not always fully appreciated my input into these situations) and have come up with this solution:


"The ablility to form sounds, or words as they are known is ingrained in us since babyhood and enforced from childhood. But the ability to charm them into something worth reading is restricted to such wordsmiths as William Penn and William Shakespeare."

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  • Spoils of Time
    "Take it...take it..." Something more than blood was leaking form Snape. Silvery blue, neither gas nor liquid, it gushed from his nose mouth eyes and ears and Harry knew what it was but did not know what to do...
    200 words, 1 comment, March 24
  • The Blue Monkey
    The year was 1952 and her name was Delilah. Her boss was Italian – his name was Danny. He had asked her to dress up especially tonight as he had a very important client that needed attending to. She was to charm her way into
    200 words, 2 comments, March 12
  • Unsung Hero
    Giants wrap their arms around me, their feet becoming mine and the origins of the gathering become uncertain. At night the warmth I feel do
    200 words, 5 comments, March 11. In
  • The Final Breath
    As I stood here, once again remembering that fatal crash; I can still hear her screaming. Can still feel the blistering heat from the plane engines. Her leg crushed under a thick peice of steel, the flames climbing higher and
    200 words, 4 comments, December 2, 2007. In Crime, Dark, Depression, Insanity

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