| A short piece of fiction I wrote, I really liked how this turned out, it's nice~ |
| A short piece of fiction I wrote, I really liked how this turned out, it's nice~ |


Never AgainAn empty hallway, swirling with regret. A moan of despair and cries of revolt echo from behind a locked door; I dare not try to open such a hellish place. Once was more than enough to lave a brand of damnation on my soul. Chained, tied, bolted, gagged, and forced into its place; it's hard to tell if I refer to the door, or myself. I've tossed the keys away, as he tossed away my innocence and purity. When I slip into a nightmare of memories, I always find myself back at that door. I can still see the room perfectly as it was that night. My mind shudders at the very image, but then again, I didn't have the courage to clean the room beforeNever Again


I Remember...I remember little things, That soft leafy walkway, The morning doves that sing And the cold, breathless air, That greets me everyday.I Remember...
I remember when you couldn't stand, You cried and shook with all the strength you had And I was always there to lend you a hand. It's no wonder I didn't have a care, Just to make you glad.
I remember that haunting night, When the world seemed to stop. I didn't know what was right, But I knew it wasn't fair. I couldn't run, I could barely even hop.
I remember that I promised never to forget That l


Park BenchA cool, solid feel; sandpapered, polished, coated, and repeated. Very few marks, style from the lumber, a unique from the sacrificed tree. Surrounded by a caged piece of nature, open yet restricted. People passing by and birds flying high; dogs chase squirrels as their owners run to control. A family resting on the grass from and afternoon stroll. It's no wonder benches are so great, simple yet ornate. Stopping to sit and admire the air, all the while the wind tossing your hair. I like the view from the bench; I can see trees, people and all the rest, during this break from my quest. A city to busy with time to stop, reach down, and picPark Bench
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If you can't deal with me at my worst,
Why should you get to see me at my best?
How'd you enjoy New York?
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...When life gives you lemons...
...Shut up, suck it, and take it liek a man. 8^*
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If you can't deal with me at my worst,
Why should you get to see me at my best?
If you have time, you HAVE to tell me everything you did down there OMG DID YOU GET TO SEE FUERZA BRUTA???
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...When life gives you lemons...
...Shut up, suck it, and take it liek a man. 8^*
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If you can't deal with me at my worst,
Why should you get to see me at my best?
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...When life gives you lemons...
...Shut up, suck it, and take it liek a man. 8^*
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