

Speed Is An IllusionWith such a rush It all falls into line And almost makes you believe In fate AlmostSpeed Is An Illusion
A personal tragedy In turn Brings me to your side In recklessness Though not abandonment. Never.
Not even the stars watched The cascade and
Muffled ears of the houses Quiet and dark, Always watching.
And the night comes to a close Back to my mundane Though not to sleep this night in silence But to sit and think And thank the loyal For being so horrible


The Boy at the Train StationI turned and I saw him.The Boy at the Train Station
His eyes gazed into the horizon where the sun was rising, his hands tucked in his pockets. There was an atmosphere of fatigue around him, his hair was rather unkempt, his facial features sullen and withdrawn. His face even had a sickly colour to it, but no matter how dull he looked, I could still feel my heartbeat accelerate as I continued to stare. His hair sparkled brown as the sun's first rays poured onto it. His tanned arms shone in the light.
When he finally snapped out of his thoughts, he blinked and turned around, looking up at the screen to see how many more minutes were left till the
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I am honored to have you among our members, and hope that the workshop serves as an informative and helpful source for writers and members alike
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~ Elisa Anaïs
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"The music didn't come from a void, nor did it play to one...What it woke in each person who heard it reflected only what was inside them to begin with." *deLint **~ OpethFans** **~ Found-in-Translation**
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"He whispered something to her, did the Fine Prince, / something about love and night and intention. / She heard no hoof-beat of the horse and saw no flash of the / shining steel". - Gwendolyn Brooks, "A Bronzeville Mother Loiters".
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"He whispered something to her, did the Fine Prince, / something about love and night and intention. / She heard no hoof-beat of the horse and saw no flash of the / shining steel". - Gwendolyn Brooks, "A Bronzeville Mother Loiters".
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