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“And here’s our final collection for Tokyo’s Amateur Fashion Designer Collective, please welcome our very own Celina Haya
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This is the "sequel" after "Prelude: Confessions of Writer," the stories after Confessions of a writer are the ones that Siobhan penned.
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I love soundtracks. Ambiance. Interlude. Crescendo. Interlude. Finale. But I am picky, I only adore those that pour elixirs of emotions, soby gothchyld 800 words, 1 comment, on Feb 9 12:13 AM
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They say, beauty is only a superficial splendour living in life's facades, for faces will soon be wrinkled and lips soon crisped. / Baby, w
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BURMA
It was midnight – so dark that shadows are hardly penetrable, and blackened carpets of the sky cascade over summery breezes. Swoosh, the April winds awaken Devin wit -
English Bay Beach, Vancouver, Canada
We were strolling at the beach again, listening to soft waves' melody crashing grains of sand, as if bidding farewell to droplets of peby gothchyld 800 words, on Apr 11 9:48 AM 2006 -
Prologue: Giselle met her long-lost lover Devin in Aegean Sea, and started their series of discussions about society.
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'You see then, I was no dreamer awoke from your sleep' - I sighed with a somber smile when my sisters trusted the Nocturnal Beast to provide them with a sanctuary. Exhausted, f
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Aegean Sea, midnight. I strolled on the metamorphic rocks in search of higher truth and glory. For 100 years, I have seen the ecstasies of human world - 1960s revolution, seven
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Stranded, her heels were broken again. Shattered, lost, struggled under this darkened night. Ah, such a scene of perfect horror. Her pale complexion and shining blond hair sure
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Knock knock.
A Nosferatu! His skin abnormally pale, and his mysterious purple eyes were glimmering cosmos to Beauty. Clothed in black, he strolled comfortably into the barn -
Iron our clothes, Beauty. Go up to the woods and get us some charcoal, Beauty. Make us the meals Beauty. These were her daily tortures in forever underworld.
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Once upon a time, lived a wealthy count, with his voluptuously wife and beautifulconcubine in their raven palace of isolation. A place where only darkened spirits dwelled. Both
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My mother lost herself to the Nocturnal Beast at cards.
Stark naked, with the Beast's savage paws groping; ripping ; stretching her pink, fleshy skin - all three of us were
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